24-HOUR BOY TOY TIFFANY Chapter One By Dr. Wu

MMMM/f teen, nc, humil

THE STUFF THAT GOES FIRST: This story contains sex. If you are under 21, don't
read it. Go somewhere else. This story is copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. It may be
posted to any free newsgroup or archived on any free website but it may not be
archived on any site that charges admission in any form. This story is complete
fiction, and any similarity between any real people and the characters here is
coincidental and ridiculous. In real life, anyone attempting to imitate any of
the activities in this story would be guilty of serious felonies and major sins.
But this is fantasy, so enjoy. Finally, this story can be read and enjoyed on its
own, even though it is a sequel to "Toying With Tiffany'.


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CHAPTER ONE

THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"We're on our own, cousin/
All alone, cousin/
Let's think of some games to play/
Now the grown-ups have all gone away."

- "Cousin Kevin," The Who


It had been four months since Tiffany Daniels had been a toy.

The gorgeous 16-year-old cheerleader had spent those four months trying to
re-build her reputation at Daniels High School in Beverly, Texas, the school that
was named for her grandfather, Godfrey Daniels. In a mere two weeks, Tiffany's
status in the school had done a dramatic and (to her) horrifying 180-degree
change. Before, she had been the school's princess, a wealthy, stuck-up girl who
ran with, and ran, the coolest clique, and a cock-teaser of the first order.
Every boy in the school wanted to fuck her, and every girl in the school wanted
to be her.

But then Principal Roger White, two of her teachers and the school's janitor, Old
Joe Black, had started playing their vicious little games with her. It had
started with blackmail, and then there were videotapes, and more blackmail. They
made her dress like a slut at school and in public, they thought up nasty public
humiliations. The school buzzed about how Tiffany Daniels had suddenly gone from
being the Girl Most Likely to Succeed to the Girl Most Likely to Suck Seed.

And her classmates didn't know the half of it, how she had been forced into an
orgy after hours in the cafeteria with the older men, getting her ass reamed by
their cocks and sucking their assholes - rimjobs, they had called the act. How
she had been forced to give handjobs and blowjobs to the entire visiting
basektball team in their locker room at halftime of the homecoming game. No, her
classmates didn't know, and so once the torment stopped and she was allowed to
return to being Princess Tiffany, slowly, the rumors stopped. The kids of Daniels
High found new topics to obsess on, from "Dawson's Creek" to upcoming rock
concerts to which teacher might be gay, the usual hallway chat of upper-middle
class teens.

But Tiffany remembered. She had thought that once the men stopped their perverted
games, she would be able to resume her life, and on the surface, she did. But at
night, unable to sleep, she would remember everything. The shame, the
humiliation. And the orgasms. Yes, as awful as it had been, the men had brought
out Tiffany's sexual side, ignited a fire deep inside her that now was banked,
but still glowing. She would lay in bed, remembering how the school janitor's
big, rigid cock had felt pistoning into her tight young butthole, and how his
fingers had felt on her stiff little clit as he rubbed it hard, and she couldn't
help it, her right hand would slip underneath the waistband of her panties and
start stroking her pussy lightly, then harder, then harder still, until she was
diddling herself like a madwoman. She'd put her pillow over her face and bite
into and scream as she came. And when she was done, she would start again, and
keep at it, cumming and cumming and screaming into her pillow, until her pussy
juice was glazing the inside of her sleek, tanned 16- year-old thighs.

What had they done to her? She knew, deep down, what they had done to her, even
though she could not admit it to herself.

And what were they doing to her sister Stephanie? That she did not know; she
could only guess. At the end, she had turned her 14-year-old sister over to Mr.
White and the others as a way for her to escape further torture at their hands.
Except Stephanie had proved to be a very willing victim. Little Stephanie, a mere
freshman in high school, had turned out to have a submissive streak in her that
she was just discovering. She had thrilled to the idea of being the plaything of
a group of older men, of being ordered around, made to kneel and suck their cocks
while they pulled her blonde hair with both hands and jammed their cocks into her
hot young mouth as deep as they could.

Stephanie had started telling her parents she was studying at friends' houses at
night, but Tiffany was sure she was participating in depraved orgys of dominance
and submission with the men. One day at school she had seen Stephanie wearing a
dog collar with the word SLUT spelled out in metal studs across the front.
Another day she had seen her sister wearing a sundress that was so sheer it was
almost transparent. Not only was she not wearing a bra and panties underneath,
but Tiffany could see that her little sister had shaved her pussy, or had it
shaved for her. Every guy at school could see the 14-year-old girl's smooth
labia, and Stephanie just smiled a secret smile, knowing the reaction she was
getting.

Tiffany wasn't jealous, she told herself. She really wasn't. That period of her
life had been hell, even though she had been, perversely, the center of attention
of the entire school. Now Stephanie was the one all the boys ogled. Tiffany had
regained her status, but she had been upstaged by her little sister.

And so the school year at Daniels ended, and summer vacation  began. Being rich,
Tiffany didn't have to work. She had spent her 15th summer as a lifeguard at the
pool in the Daniels' subdivision, but had gotten bored with just sitting around
all day, even if she had enjoyed all the boys flocking around her and wetting
their lips over how she looked in the tight, clingy red one-piece suit. This
summer she had decided to just go to the pool when she felt like it, rather than
on a schedule, and watch her soaps and hang out with her friends. Maybe she'd get
regular pedicures. Maybe she'd put on something sexy and go down to the mall and
tease the boys and the men. But that thought reminded her of what had happened at
the mall back when she was a toy, how she had been forced to strip and give
blowjobs, and she decided maybe she wouldn't go to the mall after all.

On Saturday morning at the end of the first week of summer, Tiffany's mother woke
her up and reminded her that this was the weekend she was supposed to baby-sit
for her cousin Matt.

"Ahh, jeez, mom, do I have to?" the girl whined. Matt was a brat, a regular Bart
Simpson, she recalled, although she hadn't seen the boy in three years.

"Yes, you have to," her mother said. "We're going camping with Uncle Pete and
Aunt Peggy, and  they don't think Matt is old enough to be alone, so I
volunteered you. And that's that, young lady. We leave in an hour."

Cursing under her breath, Tiffany got ready, pulling on a loose white peasant
blouse and a pair of short-shorts. At least Pete and Peggy have a pool in their
backyard, she muttered to herself, as she packed her makeup, a change of clothes,
hair care equipment, and her new white bikini.

Two hours later, the Daniels pulled into the driveway of the new house in
Ridgewood, a subdivision equally as lavish as the one Tiffany lived in. Or at
least it would be in a year or so. Right now it was brand new, still mostly
vacant lots, with a few homes under construction. Aunt Peggy and Uncle Pete had
bought one of the first homes, and it was way at the back of the huge
subdivision. The wooded lot of more than  an acre sat at the end of a cul de sac
on which there were no other homes. The house was enormous and obviously worth
more than $1 million, Tiffany thought, but why would they build one so far away
from any other neighbor?

Still pouting about getting stuck with baby-sitting, Tiffany got out of the car
and forced a smile as Pete and Peggy came out and greeted her parents. They
exclaimed on how she had grown, what a beauty she was, all the usual adult crap,
she thought, while keeping the smile plastered on. Then she saw a figure standing
in the doorway.

"Hey, cuz!" he called. "What's up?"

Was that Matt? she thought. She had last seen him as a scrawny, nasty 10-year-old
boy, a kid who was always trying to peek through the keyhole at her when she went
to the bathroom. The last time she had baby- sat for Matt, three years ago, she
had had to give him a spanking for picking the lock on the bathroom door while
she was taking a shower and bursting in to see her naked body.

But this boy had grown. Boy, had he grown. Matt Daniels was now 5 foot, 8 inches,
an inch taller than Tiffany. He had put on weight, too, and most of it was
muscle. Standing there in gym shorts and no shirt, his arms crossed over his
chest and a sly smile on his lips, it was obvious the boy had been working out
with weights. It was equally obvious that he had entered puberty at least a year
ago; dark armpit hair sprouted from under his folded arms.

Swell, Tiffany thought to herself. Not only do I have to sit for this little
pervert, now he's in puberty, so his hormones are going to be raging even more.
Tiffany knew a fair amount about the raging hormones of teenaged boys. As she
stood in the driveway, she could see his eyes travel up and down her body, taking
in the long expanse of her bare legs, lingering on her short-shorts, which she
now regretted wearing, then up to her chest, those ample, 36C perfect teenaged
tits that thrust forward beneath the peasant blouse. The look made her
uncomfortable, much more uncomfortable than when Matt as a little boy had spied
on her.

She made herself speak. "Hey, Matt. Long time, no see." What a lame- o thing to
say, she thought. This was stupid, letting herself get flustered by a kid almost
four years younger than her.

The parents all gabbed while Tiffany carried in her bag. "Where am I sleeping?"
she asked Matt, since this was her first time in his new house.

"Where would you like to sleep?" Matt asked. Was he sneering, or being sincere?
Tiffany couldn't tell.

"Just tell me where to put my bag, please," she sighed.

"Top of the stairs, guest room at the end of the hall. Nice queen- sized bed,"
Matt told her. As she climbed the stairs, she thought she could feel Matt's
young, lustful gaze burning into the shorts that clung tightly to the sculpted
bubbles of her ass, but she didn't want to look back and give him the
satisfaction.

All too soon, her mom and dad were saying goodbye. They were going camping
overnight with Pete and Peggy, and would be back on Sunday. Peggy explained to
Tiffany that Matt was allowed to have friends over if they behaved themselves,
but that she was in charge and could set the rules as she saw fit. She also said
that they had bought a book of tickets to the Renaissance Festival that was
playing in a field outside town, and that she could drive Matt and his friends
there today if she wanted. Peggy handed Tiffany ten $20 bills for incidental
expenses, and with a flurry of waves and goodbyes, her aunt and uncle and parents
pulled away, leaving her alone with her cousin Matt.

"So, what you want to do, cuz?" Matt asked. Tiffany wished he would stop calling
her that.

"My name is Tiffany, Matthew. And right now I really don't feel like doing much
of anything. So you go off and play with yourself." She blushed as soon as the
words were out of her mouth. She had meant to say "play BY yourself," not WITH
yourself. But she wasn't going to tell him that. He shrugged and walked away.

Get a grip, girl, Tiffany told herself. He's still just a 13-year- old boy, even
though he has grown up physically. He's not even in high school yet, and you're a
rising senior. Plus his mom said that you're the one in charge. So settle down
and be in charge.

Tiffany decided she would go out to the pool that Pete and Peggy had put in the
back yard and work on her tan, so she went upstairs to the guest room where her
bag was. She closed the door and carefully locked it, but then decided she didn't
trust the lock while she was changing clothes, scooted a chair over and wedged it
against the door. That ought to keep the little pecker out, she thought with a
smile.

Tiffany had stripped off her clothes and underwear and was just tying the strings
that held her skimpy white bikini in place when she heard a blood-curdling scream
from somewhere downstairs. Only she and Matt were in the house, and it sounded as
if the boy was in horrible agony.

She quickly finished tying off the bikini and pushed the chair away from the
door. She could hear Matt screaming downstairs: "Owwwwww! Oh GODDDDDD!
Ohmigoddddd!"

She ran downstairs, following the sound, and quickly found Matt laying on the
kitchen floor, rolled tightly into a fetal position. His knees were up under his
chin, and his hands were pressed tightly into his lap. His face was red from the
screaming.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" she yelled over his bellowing, trying to
be heard and trying not to panic. She'd been babysitting only about 10 minutes
and already the boy was hurt.

"Oh God, I hurt myself!" Matt said, huffing and puffing.

"How?" said Tiffany. "Matt, you have to tell me how you hurt yourself!"

"On the corner of the kitchen chair," Matt said. "I don't know how it happened.
But I racked myself, you know, I hit my, uh, crotch."

Shit, thought Tiffany. Swell.

"Oh Jesus God, it hurts so bad," Matt said. There were tears in  his eyes as he
rolled on the floor in a tight fetal ball.

"Take a deep breath," Matt," she instructed. "It's going to be OK." She bent down
over the writhing boy, going down on her hands and knees on the kitchen floor.

"I think I broke it," Matt yelped.

"I don't think you can break it, Matt," she said, trying to be calm. Although she
had had quite an exposure to the male penis during her stint as a sex toy four
months ago, she really didn't know much about the technical aspects of the organ.
Could it be broken? She wasn't sure.

"I gotta go to the emergency room!' Matt cried. "Take me to the hospital,
Tiffany."

No way, she thought. That would only be the last possible resort, if there was
really something seriously wrong. She had no idea what kind of insurance her aunt
and uncle had, there would be forms to fill out, a zillion embarrassing questions
to answer, first at the hospital, and then even worse, from her aunt and uncle
and parents. She had to take care of Matthew herself.

The nervous 16-year-old steeled herself for what she was about to do. "Let me
look at it, Matt," she said. "I know it's embarrassing, but I have to see how bad
you're hurt."

Matt stayed in a tight ball.

"Come on, Matt, I have to look," Tiffany pleaded. "If it's really, uh, broken,
I'll take you to the emergency room, I promise."

Slowly the younger boy uncurled his body. His face was still red, and he was
breathing heavily. "OK," he told her, and his voice was trembling.

When Matt didn't make a move to pull down his gym shorts, Tiffany realized she
would have to. She hooked her hands into the waistband and gently lowered the
trunks, trying not to hurt him any more.

"Be careful," Matt whined. "Be gentle."

"I'm not gonna hurt you," she told her cousin. Down came the gym shorts, and
Tiffany was astonished to see he wasn't wearing underpants. Not only that, but
his cock was semi-hard. It wasn't as big as the men she had dealt with during the
school year, but it was a pretty decent length and width for a boy who had only
been in puberty for a year. She tried to be clinical as she looked at her
cousin's cock and think of it as just another part of his body.

"I think it's broken," Matt repeated. "You better check it, or else take me to
the emergency room."

The screaming and the confusion had set off Tiffany's adreanline. Her heart was
pounding and she was on the verge of hyperventilating herself, and the poor girl
didn't realize that she wasn't thinking clearly.

"Show me where it hurts," she told Matt, who immediately reached out and took her
right arm by the wrist and guided her hand to the base of his cock. "Right
there," he said. "See if it's broken. Give it a little squeeze."

Tiffany squeezed lightly, and felt the teenaged dick jump in her grip. She could
feel the blood pounding in the cock, just like the blood was pounding in her
head. She was so focused on what was happening that she did not realize that Matt
was now laying on his back looking straight up at her as she bent over him,
specifically right at her glorious tits as they heaved under the thin white
fabric of the bikini.

"It's higher," Matt told her, and Tiffany, still not fully cognizant of what was
going on, slid her grip up a little higher. She didn't know how it happened, but
somehow Matt had shifted his pelvis while she did it, and her hand slid all the
way up to the head of his cock, which was now as hard as an iron bar and steaming
hot to her touch.

"It still hurts, Tiffany," Matt said, his eyes locked on her perfect 16-year-old
breasts, which hung down just inches from his nose. "But I know you can make it
better."

Faster than the strike of a rattlesnake, Matt reached out a hand and wrapped it
around Tiffany's right hand, seizing it in an iron grip. With his other hand, he
reached up and plucked the front of her bikini top, pulling it up to her chin.
Instantly, her large tits popped free, practically right in her young cousin's
face.

"Whoa! Nice fuckin' tits, cuz!" the boy chortleded. He gripped her right hand
even harder and began to slide it up and down on his erection, which was jutting
straight up and pointed at her.

"You little bastard!" Tiffany screamed at her cousin. She couldn't believe what
was happening. One second she was worried about taking Matt to the hospital, and
the next second she was grappling with the horny boy, who was stronger than she
had expected.

"Let's see some pussy!" Matt shouted, and reached with his free left hand for the
string that tied the bottom of Tiffany's bikini alongside her hip. She had tied
it into a simple bow, and Matt now grabbed one loose end and pulled.

Tiffany had been trying to use her free left hand to pull her top back down over
her breasts, but it was nearly impossible. She had only the one hand free, and
with Matt gripping her right hand and writhing on the floor, she was off balance.
Plus her large tits were dangling down and swaying back and forth with the forced
motion of jacking her young cousin off. It was like trying to put two water
balloons into two lunch bags as the bags were being moved back and forth.

Then she felt the side of her bikini bottom spring loose, and knew that she was
in serious trouble. The boy might actually have rape on his mind, Tiffany
suddenly thought. She let go of her bikini top and reached down to grab the
bottom, which was now flapping loose on one side, threatening to expose her
teenaged pussy and ass to the hormone-addled boy who was trying to undress her.
It was like batting an octopus.

"Yeah, cuz, let's see that body you been hidin' on me!" Matt yelled. He increased
the speed of her hand on his hard dick, forcing her to jack up and down on his
young cock with a fast, fluid motion.

"Let me go, you little prick," Tiffany screamed at the boy. "I'm gonna kill you!"

"Oh yeah, cousin, make me cum! Here I cum!" shouted Matt, and suddenly his young
dick exploded, shooting semen upward at Tiffany. The entire wrestling match had
only taken a little more than a minute, but Matt was so young and so horny, and
Tiffany's handjob, even though not given willingly, was the first time he had
ever had a girl's hand on his penis. It hadn't taken long.

Tiffany was still on her knees bent over her cousin, and his cock started spewing
hot semen all over her. The first glob hit her right on the nipple, a big shot of
sticky, salty boy-cum. A second shot followed a split second later and hit her in
the right eye. More and more boy-cum poured out of his spurting cock, hitting her
on her tight, tanned little tummy, oozing into her sweet little belly-button,
landing in her beautiful blonde hair.

"You shit! You goddamn little shit!" Tiffany screamed at the boy. Suddenly Matt
broke free of her and rolled to one side, then bounced to his feet. He was
amazingly quick and agile, as well as strong.

"Jiz on my cuz! Jiz on my cuz!" the little monster began chanting in a hip-hop
style. "Lookit that ho, with jiz on her bod! Lookit that ho, just lookit that
ho!"

"I'll kill you!" Tiffany bellowed as she got to her feet and charged at her
cousin. Her bikini top was still above her breasts, although tied in back, and
her large tits flopped and bounced freely as she charged him. Her bikini bottom,
tied on only side, gaped to the side and down, showing a flash of the silky
blonde pubic patch it had tried to conceal. Matt laughed and kept up his white
boy rap, dancing just out of her reach.

"Jiz on the cuz! Jiz on the cuz!" he mocked her. He began running out of the
kitchen and toward the front of the house, and Tiffany, enraged, ready to really
give her young tormentor a genuine pain in the balls, followed.

As they approached the front hallway, the doorbell rang. Matt was making straight
for the door, and Tiffany, partly blind from the sperm in one eye and pumped on
her own anger and adrenaline, was only a few steps behind him, screaming like a
banshee. Matt ran right to the front door and flung it open.

There on the front porch stood three more teenaged boys about Matt's age. Their
mouths dropped open in astonishment when they looked over Matt's shoulder and saw
his 16-year-old babysitter, one of the sexiest girls they had ever seen (counting
men's magazines), only a few feet away from them. Strings and globs of semen
clung to her face, her hair and her body, her tits were completely exposed and
heaving up and down with her heavy breathing, and her bikini bottom flopped to
one side.

"Hey dudes!" Matt yelled at his friends. "Right on time! This is my cousin
Tiffany! And as you can see, you each owe me $10 bucks, cause I got her to jack
me off in the first hour she was here!"

The boys all rushed forward into the front hall to get a closer look at the
nearly naked, sperm-spattered teenage cheerleader, Tiffany suddenly realized her
position, and how badly she was outnumbered. She was still furious with Matt, but
realized she needed to get to safety quickly or what had been merely ugly could
get far worse in no time at all. She could see the lust and evil glittering in
the eyes of the three boys who had just come into the house.

She pushed past Matt and hit the stairs, bounding up them two at a time to the
guest room. Into the room, slam the door, push the heavy chair in front of the
door. It might not stop them, but it would slow them down. Panting, gasping for
air, standing in the middle of the room covered in sperm, she had not felt so
humiliated since her torture at the hands of the men of Daniels High School.

Downstairs, Matt and his friends walked into the kitchen and pulled cold sodas
from the refrigerator.

"Man, you were right. She is so fuckin' hot I can't believe it," said Luke

"So why aren't we going after her?" asked Mark.

"Hey, we got all fuckin' day and all fuckin' night with Miss Tiffany Daniels,"
Matt told his friends. "We're gonna have us the best 24 hours ever. And my
stuck-up cunt of a cousin is gonna have the worst 24 hours of her life. I
guarantee it."


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CHAPTER TWO

THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

" ... And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do
'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what your leading me to..."

-- "Witchcraft" by Coleman and Leigh, as sung by Frank Sinatra


Tiffany stood in the middle of the room, her heart pounding. Rage filled her at
her young cousin and what he had just done to her. She went into the bathroom,
pulled Kleenexes roughly from the box, and began to wipe the sperm from her face
and body.

She took her swimsuit off the rest of the way to make sure she didn't miss any
globs hidden away; she had seen "Something About Mary" and didn't want a replay
of what had happened in that movie, even though the circumstances were completely
different. As she wiped away the disgusting clots of semen from her skin, she
began to think of what her next step would be.

Revenge was definitely high on her list, probably numbers one through ten, in
fact, but what could she do at this point? Little monster Matt had three teenaged
friends with him downstairs, and was surely giving them a blow by blow
description of what had just happened. To go down there and face him head on,
order him to apologize or attempt to discipline him was probably the worst
possible step to take. If she tried to turn him over her knee for a spanking,
even without his friends, he was strong enough now that it would be she who wound
up getting the spanking. A quick mental picture flashed through her mind, of her
bent over Matt's lap, her pants down around her ankles, and him giving her a
hard, open-handed spanking on her bare bottom. She shuddered.

No, something else was needed. She couldn't call Matt's parents or her own; they
were camping, without a phone. She thought of calling some of her friends to come
over, but what would she tell them? Her 13-year- old cousin was bullying her
around and she was wiping his sperm out of her eye? No, that was the last thing
she needed.

Then Tiffany remembered the Renaissance Festival. Aunt Peggy had bought a book of
tickets to the summertime event, which was taking place on weekends in a huge
open field not far away. If she could safely get Matt and his nasty little
friends into the car and out to the festival, they'd be in public and she'd be
safe with all the people around. They could stay at the festival all day, and
she'd deal with what to do in the evening when she got there.

Meanwhile, Matt had completed telling his young friends what he had just done to
his cousin the cheerleader. The boys were wide-eyed and drop-jawed. They had
talked about this, planned it even, but they hadn't really been sure that it
would happen. Now it was happening.

"Man, I can't believe we're doing this," said Johnny, a hulking 14- year-old who
had been held back a year in school and thus was still in eighth grade with the
others. "This fuckin' rocks!"

"You know it, man," said Mark. "Now all we got to do is get her to that
Renaissance Festival for Stage Two. How we gonna do that?"

"I haven't figured that out yet," admitted Matt. "But I'm kinda hoping that she
won't want to spend the day here in the house with us, after what just happened.
So we'll get to Stage Two somehow, I bet. By the way, did you guys bring the
stuff we talked about?"

They all nodded and pointed to their backpacks slung in a corner. "And we've all
got permission to spend th night!" said Johnny.

"Quiet, I think I hear her coming," said Luke, the fourth member of the perverted
little posse of teen boys.

Tiffany came down the stairs slowly, nervously. She had dressed as demurely and
modestly as she could, but it was summer in Texas, and she hadn't been expecting
this turn of events. The best she could do was to get back into the white peasant
blouse and shorts she had worn over earlier. She had no jeans, no long pants, and
no dresses packed. She had pulled her beautiful long blonde hair back into a
ponytail and put on no makeup in hopes of looking dowdy for the boys.

Fat chance. Tiffany Daniels was a stunning 16-year-old girl, as every male from 9
to 90 knew instantly upon seeing her. Her luscious teenaged body had just ripened
into full womanly curves, and her face, with its pouty-lipped, pubescent beauty,
was frequently compared to that of the teen tennis star Anna Kournikova.

"Matt, may I see you alone a moment?" Tiffany called nervously.

"Sure, Tiffany," Matt answered. Now was the time to play his babysitting cousin
just right, the boy thought, and that meant as little attitude as possible.

Tiffany didn't know what to say about what Matt had just done to her, so she
decided not to say anything. "Do you want to go to the Renaissance Festival?" she
asked. "You and your friends?"

"Well, yeah, I guess," Matt said. "Sure. When did you want to go?"

"No time like right now!" Tiffany said brightly. "Tell your friends to get in
your mom's car and we'll go." Matt ran into the kitchen to talk to his friends,
and Tiffany went out and started the car.

Soon the boys piled out of the house and into the Ford Taurus, Matt up front,
"shotgun!," and his three friends in back. "Hey guys, this is my cousin,
Tiffany," Matt called out, matter-of-factly. "Tiffany, this is Luke, Mark, and
the guy on the right is Johnny, although sometimes we call him Little John."

"Like in Robin Hood?" Tiffany asked.

The boys looked at each other, puzzled, then burst out laughing. "Yeah, right,
Tiff, whatever you say," Matt said, mockingly. Tiffany didn't get the joke. She
would, of course, later in the day.

"Yo! What's up, Tiff?" said Luke.

Tiffany bristled. She hated it when dumb little white boys from the suburbs, rich
white boys, pretended to be homeys from the hood, hated them wearing their jeans
falling down off their ass and talking about their posses and their cribs. She
wanted to bitch-slap them all. But she just gripped the steering wheel tighter,
and drove.

A half hour later they were turning into the open field that served as a parking
lot. Normally, Tiffany wouldn't have wanted to go to something geeky like a
Renaissance Festival - she was way too cool for such events now, unless a really
cute older boy had asked her, maybe. She had been with a group of friends several
years ago, though, and she knew the basic routine. A mock "village," meant to
represent 16th century England or Europe usually, was built in a big field.
Performers were hired, some local, and some parts of touring groups who travelled
the country, to put on shows and act as if they were really in 16th century
England. There'd be a king, a queen, a jester, a dark knight, a lot of peasants,
a soothsayer, etc., on and on. Part of the "fun" for the suburbanites who paid
$15 a head to get in was to interact with the actors as if the whole scene were
really 16th century England instead of the United States in 1999. Staying in
character was crucial for the players.

Oh well, thought Tiffany. At least I can let the boys go off and watch jousting
and magic shows, and I can wander around safely in the crowd for most of the day.
I'll be safe.

The sun was beating down harsh already at 11 a.m. as Tiffany and her four young
charges went through the main gates and down the "main street" of the festival.
It was hot, and getting hotter.

"Listen up, guys," she told Matt and his obnxious friends. "We'll meet back here
at the entrance at 5 p.m. Here's $20 each for food and drink. Don't get sunburned
and stay out of trouble."

"Gee, cuz, are you trying to get rid of us?" Matt asked. "I thought we could pal
around together." He was mocking her, and Tiffany fought down the urge to smack
the punk.

"Oh, you don't want to hang out with me," Tiffany said. As soon as the words were
out of her mouth, a horse and rider trotted by. The horse was black, and the
young man astride the beast was clad all in black too, with a black goatee, a
feathered cap atop his head and a sword and scabbard dangling from his waist. He
looked at the boys, and Little John gave a nod. Tiffany saw the boy nod and
thought it was odd. She looked up quickly at the man on the horse and thought she
saw him nod as well. But he wheeled and rode off, and just like that, the boys
were all saying, "OK, whatever. See ya back here at five. They walked off in a
pack, giggling, appearing to share some secret joke.

Half an hour later, the gorgeous blonde cheerleader had found a patch of shade
and was sipping a lemonade. Although she was lightly tanned, she knew that the
fierce Texas sun today would burn her badly if she stayed in the sun for long,
and she hadn't brought sunscreen. Suddenly a shadow fell over her. She looked up
and saw the dark man on his dark horse. He dismounted gracefully.

"Good day, fair lady," he said in the speech that all the Renaissance players
affected. "What is a beautiful maiden like you doing all alone, if I may be so
bold?"

Tiffany was flattered. He was darkly handsome, and his eyes sparkled. She guessed
him to be in his early 20s, just old enough to be dangerous but not old enough to
be gross and middle-aged.

"Kind sir," she replied, trying to mimic the speech, "I am just enjoying my
drink. I'm afraid if I stay in the sun too long my skin will burn."

"That would be a terrible shame, to see such fair skin burned. Art thee alone?"

"It's a long story," Tiffany answered. "And a boring one. What's your name?"

"I am Sir Reginald. Some call me the dark knight, but I'm really a pretty good
guy when I'm not playing dress-up." He broke character and smiled warmly at her.
"Seriously," he continued, now speaking regularly, "if you're just trying to get
out of the sun, come back to where the performers hang out. We can only stand to
be out for 30 minutes at a time in these damn outfits." He laughed, and Tiffany
joined him.

Sure, the young beauty said, she'd love to see where the performers hung out. It
would be like a backstage tour or something, she thought, and anything beat just
hanging around in the heat for six hours trying to avoid her cousin and his
little brat friends. Before she knew it, Sir Reginald had swept her onto his
horse, mounted in front of her, and galloped off toward the permieter of the
festival. He aimed the horse for a gap in the fence where a sign read "NO EXIT -
AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY" and shot through it.

"Here we are, my lady," he said, all formal again. "But I forgot to ask your
name."

"Tiffany."

"Very good, Lady Tiffany, step inside please."

The tent was dark. Very dark, Tiffany realized. And no sooner had that
realization struck her than she felt several sets of hands grabbing her, and
realized she was surrounded by bodies. Large male bodies. She could smell their
sweat and BO, and feel their muscles as they grabbed her. Her arms were pulled
roughly behind her back and held there firmly, and as soon as she started to
scream for help, a hairy hand was clapped firmly over her mouth.

"Jesus, Reg, you sure can pick 'em!" a voice exclaimed. "What a beauty!"

"She wasn't random," Reg replied. "This was, shall we say, a special order."

"Man, I hate to waste this one on the usual stuff," said a third voice. "I'd like
to strip this one down, oil her up and give her ye olde stake, if you know what I
mean!" The young men all laughed.

"Naw, come on, man, you know the rules. A little fun and games is one thing, but
no gang rape. Although if I were ever gonna break the rules, it would be with
Tiffany here. Look at them fuckin' tits!"

Tiffany struggled, but it was no use. She was held firmly. Suddenly, the hand was
withdrawn from her mouth, and she opened it to scream, again. But in a split
second the hand was replaced by cloth, some sort of gag. She was being gagged!
She tried to kick out against her assailants, but there were too many of them,
and they had strength and numbers and even experience at doing this on her. The
cloth on the gag was wrapped around a thick stick, about six inches long, so it
stuck out either side of her mouth. Quickly one of the men wrapped another piece
of cloth around the back of her head and tied off both ends of the stick tightly.
She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled moan. No one would be
able to understand a word the poor girl was saying.

"Let's get it on, guys," Reg said, and Tiffany felt herself being stripped of her
clothes. Off came the peasant blouse, the shorts, her sandals, and finally her
bra and panties. She was stark naked, and could feel one of the sets of hands
roaming over her pussy, while another one squeezed her large nipples. A finger
tip inserted itself into her pussy, only an inch or so, and she screamed like a
madwoman, but all that came out was "MMpppfffff!!"

"Man, I hate to pass on this one!" she heard, the same voice of the guy who had
wanted to rape her.

"Yeah, and get arrested and convicted of a felony, dickwad!" Reg barked back.
"Stick to the plan, and even if she presses charges, we just say Hey, it was all
part of the Festival, we didn't know she was gonna freak out over a fun little
game."

Tiffany felt her hands pulled roughly over her head, and some sort of garment
being lowered over her. Simultaneously, strong hands grabbed her ankles and
started tying rope to them. She had never felt so helpless and  powerless, even
when she was being abused by the men back at Daniels High School!

The garment, which she couldn't see because of the darkness in the small tent,
was horribly scratchy as they lowered it over her skin. She tried to figure out
what it was, and realized it must be burlap. They were dressing her in a burlap
bag, and she was naked underneath. All as preparation for some sort of horrible
game! Her mind was spinning with anxiety and panic.

The burlap "dress" was sleeveless, and the sides were cut low, so that the sides
of her bare breasts were partly visible, or would be when she was back outside.
It hung only a few inches below her crotch and ass, and her legs were bare. She
tried to kick again, and realized they had tied her ankles together with a rope,
leaving about two feet of play in the rope: enough to shuffle along, but not
enough to run if she were able to break away. They then tied her wrists behind
her back with another short length of rope, which pulled her arms back and forced
her to thrust her tits out. The nipples made contact with the awful burlap, and
the harsh fabric irritated the sennstive nubbins.

She felt someone put something else over head, on some sort of string. Finally,
she heard, "OK, guys, it's show time!:"

The rope tying her wrists was yanked, and Tiffany stumbled forward. In a few
short steps, she was outside the tent, back in the hard Texas sunlight, blinking
rapidly and trying to get her bearings. She looked around and saw four of the
Renaissance Players, including Reg. One man was leading her by the rope around
her wrists, like a dog on a leash. They went back through the opening of the
fence and into the fairgrounds. She was barefoot, but fortunately the grass was
soft on the soles of her feet.

'HEAR YE1 HEAR YE1 HEAR YE!" one of the men started bellowing at the top of his
lungs. "All persons wishing to see what happens to lascivious young women, please
follow us to the Town Square! We have here a prize strumpet, a whore, who has
been caught seducing the young son of our good king. Even worse, we think she may
be a witch! She will be made to pay! Come one! Come all!"

Everyone at the festival was staring at her. She tried to shout, to protest, but
all that came through the gag was another mumbled "Mmmmmpfffff!" She shook her
head wildly, and her blonde hair flew around her shoulders, but this just made
the gathering crowd laugh. It struck her that everyone else thought she was one
of the players, a part of the show, instead of an innocent girl who had been
kidnapped.

The men continued to pull Tiffany relentlessly through the grounds. She stumbled
with her ankles tied, but managed to walk. A large crowd, mostly male, was
trailing behind her and the men, yelling comments like "Yeah, get the whore!
Punish her! We want to see some punishment!" Several of the men were carrying
large beers and appeared to be drunk, even before noon.

Finally they got to the Town Square, and Tiffany's stomach turned a flip flop
when she was what was there: two sets of old-fashioned stocks, the kind she had
seen in history books about the Puritans. Oh God, she realized, they were going
to put her in the stock in front of this drunken, cheering crowd of men! The
panicky teenager happened to glance down at this point and read (upside down,
from her vantage) the sign they had hung around her neck. It read: For Unlawful
Carnal Knowledge. Each capital letter was large and emphasized.

"Up you go, strumpet!" ordered Sir Reginald, and he lifted her onto the raised
platform that held the stocks. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted. "This woman
has been found guilty of sexual crimes against the crown! Plus, there is evidence
that she is a witch! She will be punished. Do you want us to show mercy, or no
mercy?"

"NO MERCY!" screamed the mob. Tiffany scanned their faces. There were only two or
three women, and they were looking uncomfortable at this display. They turned to
leave. Everyone left seemed to be male, from teenagers to middle-aged men in
shorts and black socks and sandals, cameras around their necks, beers in hand.
Many had probably come to the festival grudgingly, but now the day was looking a
whole lot brighter. This young wench they'd gotten to play the strumpet looked
really terrified. What a great actress!

Tiffany tried to break free, but strong hands forced her to her knees. Her head
was pulled forward, and the heavy wooden top half of the front stock dropped into
place and locked firmly. She tried to pull back, but she was trapped. Her hands
were still bound behind her back, and she realized that bent over like this, the
top of her burlap garment was hanging down so that the men in the front row had a
good look at her tits. Two men pulled out camcorders and started taping the
proceedings.

Hands grabbed her ankles and jerked back, and she felt her ankles being locked
into a second set of stocks behind her. These were smaller and lower, and they
immobilized her lower legs. She was a prisoner, at the mercy of these men for
whatever their cruel game was.

"Behold the witch!" shouted one of her captors. Tiffany screamed and shook her
head frantically, and the crowd just laughed. "Looks more like a bitch than a
witch!" yellled a spectator. "Yeah, and a pretty little bitch witch at that!"
said another man, setting off another wave of laughter.

"Gentlemen, please!" said Sir Reginald, holding up his hand for quiet. "We have
ways of dealing with wanton young witches like this one. She will be punished for
practicing witchcraft and her lascivious ways. Her time has come!"

Tiffany felt a captor bend over and attach something to the hem of the burlap
gown. It hung down just barely over her ass cheeks, preserving her modesty by
only an inch of fabric. But her long legs were bare, she knew, and her tits were
partially on view. She had already noticed tell- tale bulges in the pants of
several of the men watching, and she was ashamed to know that her plight was
making them hard.

She shifted her weight, and heard a bell ring. They had clipped a bell to the hem
of her dress, and it dangled down over the backs of her thighs, for reasons she
did not understand yet.

She was about to. Soon she heard a strange sound coming from behind her, and the
crowd started to roar. "Meehhhh-hehhh," went the sound. What the hell? thought
Tiffany. It sounds like a goat!

"Gentlemen, hear me out!" said Reginald. "This wanton little whore is guilty of
witchcraft and much more. While some might burn her at the stake or drown her, we
have a less, uh, permanent plan. Our little witch will have the soles of her feet
licked by this goat. If she can stay perfectly still for one minute without
making the bell ring, she will be set free. But every time the bell rings, we
start over again. Are we ready to begin!"

"Yes!" shouted the crowd. Some seemed a little disappointed, thinking maybe the
goat was going to fuck the poor victim, but then they remembered where they were,
and that their wives and children could wander up at any minute, not to mention a
cop. Oh, well.

A captor pulled out a large jar of honey and brushed the souls of Tiffany's feet
with the sweet goo. Then they set an hour-glass, timed for one minute, on the
stocks next to Tiffany's head. There was a pause for a second, and then she felt
it.

The goat's tongue made contact with the cheerleader's naked sole, and she jumped.
Instantly the bell rang. The goat was pulled back on its rope leash, the glass
was tilted so the sand ran back, and it was set up again. Again the animal's
tongue began to lick, and again she jumped.

The crowd was loving it, laughing and pointing. Several camcorders were going
now, recording her humiliation. One man in front seemed to be zooming in
exclusively on her large breasts as they jerked and swayed under the burlap.

Tiffany had never been partciularlly ticklish, but the goat's tongue on her bare
foot was unlike anything she had ever felt. The animal's tongue was rough and
harsh, it was dry and wet at the same time, and when he dragged his tongue along
her sole, slurping up honey, it was the most maddening tickling she had ever
felt. Every time the goat even touched her foot, it would jerk, and the bell
attached to her would jingle.

"Boy, folks, looks like we could be here all day!' announced Sir Reginald with a
grin. "Of course, maybe our little witch likes her punishment, and she's trying
to prolong it!" The mob whooped and hollered, and Tiffany shook her head,
no-no-no-no, and screamed into the cloth-wrapped gag, which only made the crowd
whoop more.

The tormented cheerleader was sweating profusely in the heat, and the sweat on
her skin as the burlap rubbed against it itched horribly. With her hands bound
behind her back she was unable to scratch. Her ordeal looked as if it would
stretch on forever. The public humiliation was more than she could bear. This was
even worse than what had happened in the mall a few months ago, she thought. This
was so demeaning, so degrading, so public.

She tried holding her breath as she felt the goat's tongue carress her foot
again. Up and down swiped the animal tongue, up and down, lapping up honey, and
the sensations raced up her legs, and straight to her brain, although strangely
they also went right through her pussy, which also felt as if it were being
tickled. A horrible image flashed through her mind, of Sir Reginald lifting her
burlap dress and letting the animal bury its nasty snout in her exposed pussy and
lick away at her. The thought was appalling, but also made her damp between her
legs, and not with sweat. She forced it from her mind. Just then the goat
switched feet and attacked her left foot for the first time, its tongue making
contact with her naked toes, and Tiffany nearly jumped out of her skin.
Tinkle-tinkle went the bell, and the crowd laughed and pointed.

Tiffany scanned their grotesque faces, and realized she was probably just as
grotesque, in a different way. Sweat was streaming down her face, her beautiful
blonde hair was damp and matted, and her face had to be beet red by now with the
sun and the screaming. She always prided herself on her looks and her grooming,
and here she was, bordering on ugly! She had to get control of herself and of the
situation.

As she looked into the crowd from her pinned-down position, she suddenly gasped
into the gag. Was that Stephanie, her sister, way back there in the crowd of men,
peeking through and smiling? It coudn't be. She blinked, and the girl was gone.
It had to have been a mirage. Her parents were off camping, and Stephanie was
spending the weekend at a friend's house; it would be too much of a coincidence
for Steph to show up right at this moment of Tiffany's utter embarrassment.

But it wasn't a coincidence when she saw Matt and his friends. There they were,
the little bastards, hanging out on the fringe, laughing at her! Ooh, she'd kill
them when she got free! And then it hit her. She'd been set up! Reginald has said
something back in the tent about a "special order," and Little John or whatever
his name was had nodded at Reginald earlier in the day when he was standing with
Tiffany. Somehow, the boys had conspired with Reginald and the Renaissance actors
to bring her to this point. She was furious, and her body strained against the
confining stocks. But of course, all that did was set the little bell tinkling
again. Reginald upended the hour-glass, let the sand shift, and turned it over
for another minute.

The goat attacked Tiffany's bare foot with relish, licking between her tender
toes, running his nasty tongue everywhere. She concentrated on holding her feet
motionless, but the teasing tickling of the goat was too much, she couldn't bear
it, and she jerked her feet away, ringing the bell again.

"Whoa, methinks this is never going to end!" said Sir Reginald jovially, and the
crowd cheered again. "Time for a fresh coat of honey!" And she felt more honey
being spread over her feet.

So it went, for almost an hour. The goat was single-minded, relentless. It was a
machine, programmed to lick honey from her bare feet. And no matter what she did,
Tiffany could not suppress her relfexes. She screamed into the gag in rage and
frustration as the humiliation grond on and on. Her sweat-soaked nipples kept
rubbing against the burlap as they swung to and fro, and they were beginning to
chafe. Sweat ran down her face and down her thighs. Flies began buzzing around
the honey, but the goat's non-stop licking chased them off. The flies decided
they liked the sweat on Tiffany's tender thighs, and landed there. The feeling of
the flies crawling on her bare skin was more than she could bear, but every time
she wiggled her thighs to try to dislodge the flies, the bell would ring and she
would have to start all over again.

She could see Matt, Mark, Luke and Little John enjoying themselves in the crowd.
All four boys had erections bulging the fronts of their jeans cut-offs, little
pup-tents pointing straight at her, taunting her like everything else was in this
horrid place.

"I think our little witch-bitch is getting too hot!" Sir Reginald announced to
the crowd. "Even though I'm not inclined to show mercy, perhaps I can cool her
off!" Tiffany felt the evil man grab the hem of the burlap dress that hung down a
little below her ass and lift it up. He began a fanning motion with the dress,
lifting it up and down quickly. Yes, it was circulating some air up under the
burlap, which felt exquisite, but he was also exposing her bare ass to the entire
Festival. Reginald looked down, as if unaware of what he had been doing, and put
on a pop-eyed face, as if just discovering he was showing off Tiffany naked from
the waist down.

The crowd in front quickly realized the best view was now from behind, and
stampeded around the platform to get a better look. Reginald timed it perfectly
and dropped the burlap just as they got into their news positions.

"Sorry, gentlemen, but even a witch-bitch has to maintain some modesty. Did you
know" - and he dropped his voice into a loud stage whisper - "Did know she isn't
wearing any undergarments!!!"

The men yelled and surged forward. The goat, frightened by the tumult, stopped
licking and pulled on the rope around its collar. Tiffany tried to turn to look,
but the stocks kept her face pointing forward.

"Show us! Show us Show us!" the mob chanted.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Sir Reginald spoke. "I am sorry, but the Renaissance
Festival is, after all, a family affair. Apparently our young actress here was
even more into the part than my friends and I realized, and decided not to wear
underwear under her dress today. Apparently she was really in character all
along!" he chortled.

"And even though she never did manage one minute of stillness, there comes a
point when we must move on to other events. How about a big round of applause for
our little witch-bitch today, who was so in character she underwent her torment
without any panties!"

The men cheered lusilty, as Tiffany burned with shame. Reginald and the others
unlocked the stocks and led the goat away. She was so stiff from being locked in
a kneeling position for an hour that her muscles ached when she tried to stand.
She glared at the men and tried to tell them they were worthless scum, that she
was an unwilling victim, but all that came out from behind the gag was the same
incoherent gibberish she'd been shouting for an hour now.

Quickly, Sir Reginald grabbed her around the waist, swung one leg up over his
horse, and the two of them were astride the horse, Reginald sitting and Tiffany
laying over his lap, her ass in the air. The burlap dress ballooned up to her
waist, and she was naked from the waist down, her sweet white teen buttocks on
display for the crowd's enjoyment. One last cheer of lust arose from the weary
men as Sir Reginald galloped away, holding the sqirming, humiliated girl firmly
in his grip.


* * *


CHAPTER THREE

THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip ... sunscreen would be it."

‹ From Baz Luhrmann's "Everybody's Free (To Wear Suncreen)," originally written by
Mary Schmich.


Tiffany's knuckles were white with anger as she gripped the steering wheel of the
Taurus, zipping it down the highway well above the speed limit. In the backseat,
her cousin's friends Luke, Little John and Mark were giggling and punching each
other. Matt hummed quietly in the shotgun seat beside her.

The 16-year-old beauty just wanted to get as far away from the Renaissance
Festival as possible, and as fast as possible. Get back to Aunt Peggy and Uncle
Paul's house and take a bath, to wash the degradation off her skin, not to
mention the pungent smell of goat off her feet.

After her public humiliation in the stocks at the festival, Tiffany had been
carried back to the tent where she'd been stripped by Sir Reginald. There she
found her clothes, and as she dressed, she attacked the young man verbally.

"You sick bastard!" she had yelled at him. "I'm going to have you arrested, you
perverted asshole! My daddy is a city councilman in Beverly, and my family is
rich and powerful, and they'll see that you and your friends are thrown in jail
with homosexual rapists!"

Sir Reginald laughed in  her face, which enraged her even further. "Take a chill
pill, little Tiffany," he had said calmly. "When you calm down, you'll see that
nothing really that bad happened to you. You weren't physically hurt, you weren't
molested. You just had a goat licking your feet for a little while, that's all.
If you insist on having us arrested, my lawyer will just find one of the guys who
was taping the whole performance. We can play the tape in open court  and let the
judge or jury decide, sweetheart. I'm sure a jury would love to see you having
your feet licked by a goat. And your family sitting in the courtroom, I'm sure
they'd enjoy it, too."

"Fuck you!" Tiffany hissed. Dammit, he was probably right, but she wasn't about
to admit that. Finally dressed back in her peasant blouse and shorts, she had
stomped out of the tent, with Sir Reginald's harshe laughter ringing in her ears.

When she re-entered the Renaissance grounds, she was immediately aware of people
staring and whispering. At one point she passed a group of middle-aged man who
yelled "Hey, it's the witch bitch!" and burst out laughing. Her face hot with
shame, Tiffany stomped past them, not giving them the pleasure of a response. She
found Matt and his asshole-buddies still hanging around the Town Square, the
scene of her public humiliation.

"Come on!" she barked. "We're going. NOW!"

"Jeez, Tiff, what happened?" Matt said, his voice full of concern. "Did you
volunteer for that thing in the stocks? That was kinda cool!" His friends all
wore shit-eating grins.

"I did NOT volunteer, and you know it. You set me up. Now come on, we are outta
here. This second!"

She walked away, and the four boys followed her. Now they were in the car, headed
back to the house.

"So how did it feel?" she heard one of the youngsters say in back, Luke she
thought.

"I'm not going to talk about it," Tiffany snapped. "And neither are you. Just
shut up. I know you guys arranged that somehow."

"Who, us?" they all chorused, their voices full of outraged innocence. "Really,
we don't know what you're talking about." The car was quiet for a moment, and
then the back seat exploded with laughter, and the boys were digging their elbows
into each other's ribs and squirming.

"I've got news for you little shits," Tiffany said. "When we get home, I'm
calling your parents and telling them I'm not feeling well, and would they please
come pick you up. You'll be gone. Then it'll be just me and Matt, and buster, you
are going to toe the line with me. I'm in charge, and you're gonna know it"

"Ooh, cuz, I like it when you get all rough and tough," Matt said, mocking her
again. "I think my cuz is crackin' down on us, guys."

They pulled into the driveway and the boys tumbled out of the car and ran to the
house, Matt unlocking the front door with his own house key. Tiffany followed,
dashed up the stairs to the guest room, locked the door, and picked up the phone
to start calling.

Instead of a dial tone, she heard the bleeps and burbles of a computer modem
connection to the Internet. She toggled the phone switch, but kept getting the
same sound. She couldn't call out. The little bastard had managed to get onto the
Net before she could call out.

"Matthew!" she called, cracking the door a bit. "Get off the computer so I can
use the phone!" Silence. No reply. "Matthew!" Silence. "Answer me!" Silence.

Then the beleaguered cheerleader heard something much worse than silence. She
heard her own voice. "I am 16, going on 17, I know that I'm naive..."

No, she thought. It couldn't be. But she knew, with a sick feeling, that it was.
The video that Mr. White and the others had made of her one night in the back of
the car on the way to the mall, when they had made her sing the song "I am 16
going on 17" from "The Sound of Music" over and over. How had Matt gotten the
video? And was it the whole video, the one the teachers had made of her in all
sorts of humiliating and sexual encounters to blackmail her with? Oh God. Her
world was crashing down around her. If Matt had that video, and was watching it
with his friends, it meant they would probably try to blackmail her as well.

She would not go back there, she swore. She had escaped being a sexual victim of
Mr. White and his ugly gang of middle-aged perverts, and she certainly would not
submit to her cousin and his 13-year-old friends. Blind with fury, she charged
down the stairs into the living room, and there were all four boys watching her
on a big screen TV set. The image was of her in the back seat of Mr. White's SUV,
her large naked breasts heaving, the nipples erect, singing her fool head off.

"Give me that tape, you worthless little scumbag!" Tiffany bellowed at her
cousin.

Matt hit pause on the remote and looked at her calmly. "Come and get it, cuz," he
said ominously.

Tiffany strode across the room to the VCR and hit the eject button. "Get her,
boys!" Matt called, and all four of them jumped up and moved toward Tiffany.

The baby-sitter dropped the tape and ran, realizing that she was really in
trouble now. She hit the front door and dashed into the front yard, the four boys
hot on her heels. She rounded the house, headed toward the back, not knowing
where she was going, just trying to get away.

"Oomph!" the air was knocked out of her, and she hit the ground. She had been
tackled by one of the boys, and instantly all four were swarming all over her
prone body. Tiffany Daniels fought like a wildcat, kicking and trying to bite
them, pulling at their hair. But she was no match for four strong boys,
particularly when one of them was as burly as Little John, who must have weighed
180 pounds. In a manner of seconds she was on her stomach in the grass, with John
siting on her back, crushing the air out of her. Luke had her arms pinned down,
and her legs kicked helplessly, hitting nothing.

Matt ran back into the house and re-appeared in seconds. He bent over his
writhing teenaged cousin and snapped a pair of handcuffs onto her wrists, locking
them together. Tiffany screamed.

"Go ahead and scream, cuz," Matt told her coldly. "There's no one around for
miles. No one can hear you. OK, guys, let's get to work." He moved quickly to her
ankles and snapped a second pair of handcuffs into place. She was helpless, at
the mercy of the boys.

They hoisted her into the air, all of them carrying her, back into the yard, and
into the pool area. They laid her handcuffed body onto a chaise lounge made of
rubber slats, lifted her hands above her head and used yet another set of cuffs
to fasten her hands to the wrought iron fence that surrounded the pool. They
dragged two concrete block on either side of the lounger, looped rope through the
concrete blocks, and fastened the rope to the cuffs on her ankles. Then they
unlocked the set of cuffs to her ankles and replaced them with two sets, so that
each of the cheerleader's slim ankles was now cuffed and tied to a heavy concrete
block. Finally they pulled the blocks to the sides, away from the lounger, so she
was spread-eagled.

The boys were huffing and puffing as they looked at their prize captive. Tiffany
Daniels, their babysitter who only a few minutes before was going to assert her
authority, was now helpless. Her arms were stretched painfully tight above her
head with her wrists cuffed to the fence, and her legs were spread wide, anchored
by concrete blocks. She cursed and spat at the boys, writhed on the lounger
(making her appear even sexier to the horny boys, although that wasn't her
intent), and screamed for help.

"I'm sick of listening to you, cuz," Matt said. "Time to shut you up, bitch."

"Let's gag her with her own panties," Luke suggested.

"Naw, I got a better idea," Matt said. He pulled down his own shorts and jockey
shorts, and Tiffany saw his hard pubescent dick spring to life, bobbing angrily.
He stepped out of his jockeys, wadded them into a ball, and jammed them into
Tiffany's mouth. The girl could taste his sweat and boy crotch-odor on the foul
underpants, as Matt poked them deeper into her mouth with his fingers. Tiffany
was rendered mute, her mouth filled with disgusting jockey shorts, unable to spit
them out because they were crammed too far back into her mouth. She screamed into
the cotton wadding, but just like when she was gagged at the Renaissance
Festival, only muffled, angry gurgling came out.

"Time to get her naked!" Matt said gleefully. He produced a pair of scissors and
began to cut the clothes from his cousin's body. First came the blouse, cut right
up the middle and pulled off. Then her bra, snipped in half, then the straps. The
boys pulled it off and their eyes popped as Tiffany's perfect 36C tits were
exposed.

"Oh, man, lookit those titties," said Little John. He fell to his knees and began
licking and sucking the girl's nipples, slobbering all over them.

While John molested Tiffany's tits, Matt cut the short shorts away, being careful
not to nick her. Finally he cut away her white cotton panties, and Tiffany
Daniels lay stark naked and helpless before him, totally at his mercy. She
continued to scream into the gag, to no avail.

"Luke, go get the supplies," Matt said. In less than a minute, Luke was back with
his backpack. He unzipped it and pulled out a razor and shaving cream, among
other items.

"First thing we're gonna do, cuz, is give you a little shave. Now I know you're
not real happy right now, but you'd better hold very very still while I do this.
It's the first time I've ever shaved a girl's pussy, and if you start squirming,
I'm likely to cut you. Stop stop and think about it. As bad as this is right now,
surely you don't want to be naked, gagged, helpless and then bleeding from your
pussy, too?"

Tiffany's face was white with fear, but Matt's words registered, and she lay
still as he covered her soft blonde pupes with shaving cream. She was unable to
see in the position she was in, but she felt the cord metal of the disposable
razor start to scrape away the cream, and with it, her pubic hair. Terrified,
Tiffany was motionless for several minutes as Matt shaved away the hair on her
pussy, applied a little more cream to the patches he'd missed, then went between
her widespread legs and delicately shaved away the tiny stray hairs on her labia.
When he was done, Tiffany's pussy had been shaved completely bald.

The boys all stared, fascinated. They'd never seen a bald pussy except on a
little sister, but here was a 16-year-old cheerleader without a bit of hair. It
made her pussy lips seem more prominent (and vulnerable), and the slit of her
pussy itself seemed bigger. Matt used his fingers to pry open her lips and
exposed her clit and inner labia, and the boys whistled and stared some more.

"You know, we talked about this being the best position for sun bathing," Matt
addressed his friends, "but I just had a brainstorm. Help me out here." He lifted
a concrete block, and as it was tethered to Tiffany's ankle, her leg rose as
well. He walked the block up toward her head, and Tiffany felt the other block
being lifted as well. Both of her feet were now being pulled back toward her
head. Soon her legs were stretched back over her head and the muscles in her
thighs began to really hurt, but the boys kept moving the blocks further up,
until, as the girl looked straight up, she could see the blocks being carried
past her face and over her head. Matt and Little John, who was holding the other
block, placed them on top of the fence above Tiffany's head, settling the
openings in the blocks onto the pickets of the waist-high fence.

Tiffany screamed even harder into the gag. She was laying on her back, and her
legs now went straight back over her head, so that her ankles were actually
behind her neck. The muscles in her cruelly stretched thighs felt as if they were
about to pop; if she hadn't been a cheerleader, and able to do the splits with
ease, they would have popped. The position also left her pussy and ass and thighs
horrible vulnerable, completely exposed.

Matt was whistling a tuneless tune and his buddies were all laughing and staring
at the exposed teenaged baby-sitter. She looked up and saw Matt holding a tub of
butter. "Time to grease you up, cuz. Time for some hot buttered Tiffany!" He
began to spread the butter onto her skin, and his friends dipped their fingers in
and did likewise. Eight hands roamed over Tiffany's body, spreading a layer of
greasy butter everywhere. Her breasts and nipples got special attention, and each
boys made sure to visit her bare pussy with his buttery fingers. Slick young
fingers slipped in and out of her vagina, and her butthole as well.

"Hey, let's just fuck her now!" said Mark, shifting his hard-on that pressing
against his fly. "Fuck the plan, man. I want me some pussy this second! Look at
that sweet gash."

"Come on, chill," said Matt. "You're gonna get all the pussy you can handle,
buddy." He stood over Tiffany and looked down into her face.

"You're probably wondering about all this, cuz," Matt told her. "So here's the
plan. My folks won't be back until tomorrow. Between now and then, we want you to
be our sex slave. We want you to do all kinds of nasty things with all four of.
We want to fuck you, and have you blow us, and like that. Over and over. All
night long. We're young, so we figure we can each get it up a bunch of times. Now
we figured you weren't exactly gonna volunteer for this duty, and maybe even that
really cool video of you and those old guys wouldn't be enough. So what we're
gonna do now is persuade you to be our sex slave. It's 97 degrees right now, and
that sun is pretty hot. Rather than being covered in sunscreen, you're covered in
butter, so you're gonna baste like a turkey in an oven. We're gonna leave you out
here for an hour, go inside in the air conditioning, and watch your video. Then
we'll come out and see if you're willing to volunteer to be our sex slave. Cool,
huh?" The 13-year-old boy grinned at her.

"Oh, one more thing. This was my best idea." He pulled out several large letters
that had been cut out of construction paper and showed them to her. These letters
spell out "FUCK ME" and "SPANK ME." I'm gonna tape the letters down here on the
backs your thighs, spelling out one message one each thigh. As the sun goes to
work on you, the messages will be imprinted on your thighs. I can see you've
already got a little bit of a tan, but this sun will give you a really nasty burn
in an hour or so. Then we peel off the letters and for the next couple of weeks
you'll have to wear long pants everywhere until the burn fades. Unless you like
the idea of going out in shorts and having the whole world see you spelling out
FUCK ME and SPANK ME on your legs. See ya in a little while, cuz!" he called out
cheerfully. And Matt and the boys went back inside, leaving Tiffany to the cruel
rays of the blazing sun.

Her legs were killing her. Her arms hurt, stretched as they were, but nothing
like the muscles in her thighs, and the tendons that ran right up to her crotch.
Her legs were pulled back so far and so tight, Tiffany didn't know how she could
stand this torture for a full hour. She was already sweating from the hot, hot
Texas sun. She knew that her tan would protect her a little, but she also knew
that not all of her was tan. Her normal bikini bottoms had left a wide swatch of
pure white skin that stretched from below her navel down to where her thighs met
her crotch, and that was the area that this position now exposed perfectly to the
sun. Tiffany knew that the sun would cook that tender white skin fast. Her pussy
and ass, naked and aimed directly at the sun's rays, were already hot, and they
would be pink in less than 30 minutes. She hated to think how badly sunburned her
poor white pussy and ass would be after an hour. The pain would be excrutiating.

She felt something on her pussy. What was that? Oh Jeez, it was a fly, a big old
nasty fly. It had been attracted by the smell of the butter and had landed on her
shaved labia to feast. She shook her pelvis as best she could given her
restraints, and the fly flew away, but then landed again in seconds. Then
another. And another. Soon Tiffany's buttered pussy and ass had several flies
crawling over most tender parts, itching something fierce. She'd shake herself,
and they'd leave, and the return. She felt a fly crawl down between her labia,
seeking more of the melted butter, and screamed into the jockey-gag, bucking her
hips franticly to dislodge the nasty insect.

The luscious young victim laid there, unable to move, for what seemed like
forever. The sun was roasting her tender skin, and she knew she'd have a terrible
sunburn. Occasionally she would remember the letters Matt had taped to her
thighs, and how they would now be visible to anyone if she dared wear a dress or
shorts. A fly landed on her nose, and she thrashed her head from side to side.

The hour passed slowly, and felt like four hours to the helpless girl. Finally
the boys came back out and stood over her. She could see that all four sprouted
hard-ons that tented the front of their shorts.

"Hey, cuzzy-wuzzy," taunted Matt. "Time sure flies when you're havin' fun, huh?"
He laughed, and his friends all cracked up at his 13- year-old wit. Tiffany just
glared at her tormentors.

"So Tiff, you ready to be our sex slave? You know, since we overpowered you once,
we could do ti again, and just rape the shit out of ya, but we decided it would
be more fun for us if you were co-operative. So we'd like for you to tell us now
that you're ready to be our sex slave."

Tiffany saw that Luke was now holding her aunt and uncle's videocamera and
pointing it at her face. Matt bent down and pulled the jockeys out of her mouth.
Tiffany swallowed a couple of time and worked her jaw, getting the feeling back.

"Fuck you all, you little twerps," she spat. "I'll never ne your sex slave!"

"Oh my, not the right answer, cuz," said Matt, and he jammed the jockeys back
into place. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting tired of waiting, and
that video made me horny as well. I think we have to be more persuasive with
Tiffany."

"Hell yes!" his friends all agreed. Matt went to the backpack and pulled out
three large magnifying glasses. "OK, Johnny, you and Mark each take a nipple. I
organized this pool party, so I get the pussy. If she holds out for a while,
we'll switch. Luke, you record this for posterity."

The vicious boys bent down over the bound girl. Johnny and Mark each grabbed a
breast firmly around the base in one hand and held the magnifying glass a few
inches above the nipple. Matt got between her spread legs, pulled open her pussy
lips and exposed her clit. He poised the magnifying glass above the little pink
nub.

At first, Tiffany felt nothing. But only for a minute. Then, slowly, the burning
pain began to build. Each of the three magnifiers was focusing the sun's rays
directly onto her most sensitive parts. Soon each nipple felt like it was on
fire. Her little clit felt as if someone was holding a cigarette lighter a
fraction of an inch away and letting the flame burn her. She screamed in the gag
and bucked her body frantically, trying to dislodge the boys' grip on her.

Just when she thought they would burn her so badly she's be scarred, Matt gave a
signal and they backed off. The babysitter was gasping for breath, her chest
heaving with pain and panic.

"We could do this on and off for the rest of the afternoon, Tiffy," said Matt.
"Wouldn't have to just concentrate on the good parts, either. Those armpits are
very white and pretty tempting, and so are the backs of your thighs. We could
just work all over your body, up and down, with these glasses. And when we were
done, we'd just be really horny and really pissed, and we'd take you in and rape
you anyway. So I think it's time you gave up. But here's my final offer. Hope
this changes your mind."

He pulled from the backpack a package of small firecrackers. He separated a
firecracker from the group and showed it to her. "I had one of these babies go
off in my hand one time when I didn't throw it fast enough. Man, I thought I'd
die. I've never felt anything hurt so bad. I've got 20 here, and I can use them
one a time."

He went down to her crotch, where her pink bunghole was pointed almost straight
up at the sky. Tiffany felt her cousin take the firecracker and insert it into
her rectum, pushing it in until just the fuse was sticking out.

Tiffany Daniels went insane. He would kill her! He would maim her for life! A
firecracker lodged up inside her ass! And 19 more to go. She thrashed, she
screamed, she pleaded into the gag.

"Anybody got a lighter?" Matt asked calmly. He looked at Tiffany. "Last chance,
cuzzy-bitch. If you agree to be our sex slave, just nod your head. You'll have to
agree to do everything we say for the rest of the day and the night, but it won't
involve any more firecrackers." He flicked the lighter.

"Yes! Yes! Oh God! Yes!" Tiffany screamed, but the boys couldn't understand her.
Then they saw her head nodding vigorously, up and down, over and over.

"Cool, man, I think she really didn't like the firecracker!" said Little Johnny.
Matt pulled the underpants from her mouth. Luke leaned forward with the
camcorder. She could hear it whirring.

"I give up," Tiffany said. "I'll be your sex slave, you little shits."

"Details, cuz," said Matt. "Tell us what you'll do."

Tiffany swallowed hard. "I'll let you fuck me. I'll suck you off. Whatever you
want."

"What if we want something really nasty and kinky?" asked Matt. He held up a
firecracker and grinned evilly.

"I'll do it all, anything you want, no matter how nasty," she swore. "Just don't
hurt me any more, please, Matt, please. Don't hurt me."

"Cool, cuz. OK, guys," he said to his friends. "As they say in the Olympics, let
the games begin!"


* * *


CHAPTER FOUR

THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"Oh, oh, poor me/
Poor poor pitiful me/
Oh these boys won't let me be/
Lord have mercy on me/
Oh woe, woe is me."

- Warren Zevon's "Poor Poor Pitiful Me," as covered by Linda Ronstadt in the '80s.


Poor, poor pitiful Tiffany Daniels. Just a few hours ago, the beautiful teenager
had been safe in  her own home, in her own bed, without a care in the world.

And now, here she was, bound into a tormenting position that was sheer hell, and
promising to be a sex slave for the rest of the day and night to her icky little
cousin Matt and his smarmy little friends. She shuddered, on the verge of tears,
but told herself she would not let the worthless snots see her break down.

"Ya know who she likes?" snickered 13-year-old Luke as he gazed down fondly on
the nude girl, and stroked the hard-on in his shorts. "She looks like Buffy the
Vampire Slayer."

"Naw, you buttwipe," answered Little John, his friend. "She looks like the Alicia
whatshername chick who was in those Aerosmith videos like "Crazy." Whatever
happened to that chick, anyway?"

"Shut up, dudes," said Matt. "She looks like that Anna Kournikova, the tennis
player. That's what all the kids at her high school say. And anyway, who cares
who she looks like? It's time to fuck her!"

"Yeah, baby!" the boys shouted. "Time for some twat from Tiffany!"

The mortified cheerleader was helpless. She was splayed out obscenely on a lounge
chair by Matt's parents' pool. Her hands were cuffed, pulled way above her head
and cuffed to the wrought iron fence that surrounded the pool. Each ankle was
also cuffed and fastened to a short rope looped inside a concrete cinder block.
The boys had then pulled the cinder blocks over and above her head and placed
them on the fence, so that her ankles were behind her head. The resulting
position put a terrible strain on her lithe young body, and exposed her virgin
pussy and ass completely. That pussy had been shaved, buttered, and left in the
sun to get badly burned on the delicate, unexposed white skin. She wasn't hurting
much yet, but Tiffany knew that as the hours wore on the sunburn would become
unbearable, and it was a spot that was probably going to take a relentless
pounding from her horny cousin and his erect young friends.

"How do we want to do this?" asked Mark.

"Please untie me," Tiffany begged.

"Correction, cuz," snarled Matt. "You're not tied. So we can't untie you. You're
cuffed. So there." The boys all laughed at the helpless cheerleader.

"Let's just pick her up like this and take her over on the grass and do her
there," Matt ordered.

"No, please, please uncuff me," Tiffany pleaded. "My legs hurt so much. I
promised I'd be your sex slave."

"And you will, cuz. We'll uncuff you eventually. But for now, I kinda like you
like this." So the four boys lifted the blocks off the poles of the wrought iron
fence and pulled the cuffs off the fence but kept them fastened to her wrists and
ankles. They carried the hot, buttered teenager in her awkward position out of
the pool area and laid her on the grass in the back yard. Her pleading continued,
but the boys ignored her.

"I'm first," said Matt.

"OK," said Luke, who was still filming the activities with the camcorder. "But I
don't want sloppy seconds. So when you're going to cum, pull out and cum in her
mouth or something."

"Sounds like a plan," said Matt, as Tiffany wailed in anguish. They had placed
the concrete blocks lashed to her ankles on the ground above her head, so that
her legs were pulled straight back. The letters Matt had stuck there, spelling
out "FUCK ME" and "SPANK ME," were still in place, but the boys ignored them.
They were focusing on Tiffany's shaved pussy, the pink sunburned labia that gaped
open slightly, pointing straight up in the air, beckoning them to come on in.
They intended to.

Matt stripped off his clothes and stood naked, and his three friends quickly
followed. Tiffany saw that all four sprouted erections. Matt, Luke and Mark all
had pretty decent hard-ons considering they were 13, but Little Johnny, who was
14, was a monster! Tiffany moaned when she saw the size of his cock! It was huge,
the size of a horse, she thought (although she had never actually seen a horse's
cock). It bobbed in front of Little Johnny, sticking out from his ground a good
10 or 11 inches, and the swollen purple head on the end looked as big as a tennis
ball.

Matt squatted down in front of his 16-year-old cousin and placed the head of dick
at the opening of her pussy. "Sorry I don't have time for some foreplay, cuz," he
said mockingly. "But with all the butter inside you, I don't need to get you
wet."

"Wait, Matt!" Tiffany screamed. "Please, I'm a virgin! Couldn't I just suck you
guys off or something? Please don't take my virginity away!"

"Aw, come on, cuz," Matt replied. "From what I hear, with tampons and horseback
riding and masturbating, the days when teenaged girls had a real hymen to break
are long over. You'll just be nice and tight, and the butter inside that hot
little pussy will help me go in nice and smooth. Sorry, cuz, but somebody had to
bust your cherry, and we might as well keep it in the family. You know what they
say, cuz: Incest is best!"

And with that, Matt slammed his cock into Tiffany's slick young cunt. It went in
just as he had promised, smooth and slick, filling her pussy up with a real male
organ for the first time in her life. She was no longer a virgin, Tiffany
lamented. But Matt had been right, it hadn't really been that painful.

Even though Matt had just come on Tiffany a few hours ago, the recuperative
powers of a 13-year-old boy are amazing, and it only took a few strokes inside
the warm folds of his cousin's vagina before he felt his orgasm approaching. True
to his word, he pulled his cock out just as Tiffany was getting used to the
feeling, and ran around to her head. "Open up, cuz, here comes your protein
treatment!" he cackled.

Tiffany dutifully opened her moist red lips and let his slimy cousin slide his
dick into her mouth. She tasted butter, and her own pussy juice on his dick.
"Suck it, cuz," he ordered, and just as she began to do so, she felt something
pressing at her pussy again. Another boy had taken Matt's place.

It was Mark, and he started fucking where Matt had left off. Now Tiffany had one
young cock stuffed up her pussy and another one stuffed in her mouth. Matt
grabbed the sides of her head with his hands and started thrusting hard, hitting
the back of her throat. For the second time that day, Tiffany gave her cousin
Matthew a powerful orgasm, and the boy shot torrents of his hot sperm directly
down her open throat, choking her with a flood of semen.

"Oh, man, that is one hot pussy!" bellowed Mark as he sawed in and out of
Tiffany. Luke was moving around in circles, capturing every bit of the gang bang
on video, occasionally zooming in for a close-up of Tiffany's beautiful face,
panning down her lovely 36-C tits, and the capturing the action at the shaved
juncture of her legs.

"Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch!" Little Johnny was yelling.

"Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!" Mark bleated, and Tiffany was again presented with
another dick to suck. Mark was really on the verge, and barely got the head of
his dick past her lips when he exploded, coating her tongue and the insides of
her mouth with salty semen. She swallowed it down, knowing that if she tried to
spit it out the boys might punish her further.

Luke handed the camcorder off to Matt, and knelt at the altar of Tiffany's
ravaged pussy. He, too, banged the helpless teenager, thrusting frantically and
occasionally putting all his weight onto her poor legs, which were growing numb.
It only took him a couple of minutes, and Tiffany got her third mouthful of
boy-cum.

That left Little Johnny. Tiffany now knew why they boys had laughed about the
nickname. They must have known he was massively hung. "I got me an idea," Johnny
told her, with cruelty in his eyes. "I'm gonna give your pussy a rest, Miss
Tiffany. I think I'll fuck that buttered little butthole of yours instead!"

"Noooooo! Please, no, Johnny, don't do it!" Tiffany wailed. "You'll kill me.
You're too big! My pussy is still nice and tight. Use it instead!" She looked up
and saw the Matt was standing over her with the camcorder, pointing it straight
into her face, filming her begging to be fucked in the pussy instead of the ass.

"Hey, no fair!" said Luke. "I would have fucked her in the ass too if I had
thought of it."

"Well, tough titty, ya douchebag," said Johnny. "I thought of it, and I'm gonna
do it. Besides, we got plenty of time left. You can fuck her in the ass later."
And with that, Johnny kneeled down in the grass, and sat back so that his
buttocks were resting on his heels. His dick pointed straight out, and he leaned
over and scooped up Tiffany's ass in his two hands. He lifted her ass a few
inches off the ground, then placed the head of his cock at the tiny bud of
Tiffany's sweet asshole.

"Please, Johnny, please, I'm begging you," Tiffany said. But it was no use. She
felt the monster cock start to slide up her rectum. The boys had spread butter
there as well, so she didn't tear or bleed, but the pain was unbelievable. It
felt like Johnny was sliding a baseball bat up her butt.

"Take it out! Please take it out!" Tiffany squealed. The boys were all standing
around and laughing at her as she squirmed and writhed on the grass. "I'll do
anything! I'll lick your ass. I'll let you hurt me some more! Just please take it
out!" the girl begged.

But Johnny had only one thought in his 14-year-old brain. He kept pushing, slowly
but relentlessly, sliding the prick that was almost as wide as his wrist up her
buttered butthole. Finally, his balls came to rest against the crack of her ass.
He was all the way in.

Tiffany was huffing and puffing. She felt stuffed full. Her mind flashed back a
few months, to the ass-fucking that Mr. White, Old Joe Black and her teachers had
given her in the school cafeteria that horrible night. But those men had also
been playing with her clit at the same time and giving her orgasms. These boys
were not the least bit interested in giving her pleasure, only in taking it. No
one had even touched her clit so far, although the pussy-fucking the first three
boys had given her had caused her labia to rub back and forth against the
sensitive little organ, getting it all revved up with no place to go.

Johnny withdrew his prick slowly, and once the head was almost out, pushed it
back in, harder and faster this time. He pulled out again, then shoved in. Out
and back in, out and back in, setting up a rhythm. Tiffany lashed her head from
side to side, partly from the pain of having her rectum raped by such a huge
object, partly from frustration that no one was paying any attention to her
lonely little clittie.

"That's right!" yelled Luke. "Ream that sweet ass!"

"Oh man," moaned Johnny as his pelvis whipped back and forth, "she is so fuckin'
tight. Thank God we buttered her up, or I think I'd be ripping her guts out by
now."

"Go ahead and cum up her ass, J-boy," said Matt. "Once you're done we'll move on
to other games, so just shoot your load right up there."

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" grunted Johnny as he pounded in and out of the cheerleader's
ravaged rectum. His face was bright red and he was breathing hard, and Tiffany
could tell he was about to cut loose. "I'm gonna cum up your ass, you fuckin'
slut! Get ready, baby, cause here it comes! Ohhhhhhhh."

Tiffany could feel the bulbous head of Johnny's massive dick throb and swell
inside her tight little rear chute. It had started out huge, but with his pending
orgasm it had swollen even more in the last few seconds. To Tiffany, it felt like
a grapefruit was being slid back and forth in her intestines. Then with a roar,
Johnny began to cum. He hosed down her ass with a massive blast of semen, then
another, then another. On and on came his torrents of cum, backing up inside her
gut and being pushed out of her tender ass-ring by his pistoning cock. Sperm
flowed out of her ass, down onto the grass, as her rapist emptied his ballls into
her.

"Oh, man, that was fuckin' great!" exclaimed Johnny. "Did you get it on tape?"

"Every fuckin' second!" exulted Matt. "Just think, cuz, when this is all over and
you go home, we'll make copies of this tape  so we can all have one to watch over
and over."

This is your life, Tiffany Daniels. To be tormented by males, first older men,
then younger boys, and have those torments and humiliations and rapes and abuses
all captured on video, to be watched and enjoyed and jacked off to forever.
Tiffany just closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do. It was if this was
her fate.

She felt the boys uncuffing her wrists and ankles, and suddenly she was free to
move again. Her legs flopped back down, the muscles aching from being pulled back
in such an unnatural position for two hours. She was sore, she had cum dripping
out of her asshole, and her mouth still tasted like cum. She knew the sunburn
would kick in very soon and make the tender skin around her pussy and ass blaze
with fire. She knew that her parents and aunt and uncle would not be back until
the next morning, that she was stuck here with these monstrous boys till then.

"Hey, cuz-bitch!" said Matt. "What are you doin' just layin' around? We're
hungry. Why don't you get into the kitchen and fix us some lunch?"

Tiffany wanted to tell him to fix his own god-damned lunch, but knew it was
futile. She was their sex slave, their plaything, their boy-toy. If she balked,
they would hold her down again, cuff her, and stick firecrackers in her ass and
pussy and light them.

"I said we're hungry, cunt!" yelled Matt. "Move it!"

"Yes, Matt," she said meekly, getting to her feet. "Can I at least put my clothes
back on?"

"Fuck no!" said Matt. "You can fix lunch naked. In fact, I'm in the mood for a
BLT, so you can fry up some bacon, naked, standing right in front of the stove.
Maybe if we get lucky, some hot bacon grease will pop up out of the pan onto your
tits. Sounds cool!"

"I'm going," Tiffany said, and walked, naked, back to the house.

"Man, I'm in the mood to eat out that sweet pussy after lunch," Mark said after
she was gone.

"Well, you know the rules," Matt replied. "We can eat her all we want and do
anything we want except let her cum. We're forbidden from that."

"Hey, she's our bitch-slave! We can do what we want!" said Mark, sticking out his
hairless chest.

"No we can't, ass-wipe. Don't forget. We didn't set this deal up. It was handed
to us on a silver platter by you-know-who. You don't think I'd have the balls to
do this on my own, do you? We made a deal, and that deal is to be as nasty as we
can to cousin Tiffany, but whatever we do, don't let her cum. The idea is that'll
drive her nuts and she'll start beggin' us to cum."

"Yeah, OK, whatever," the boys mumbled. Their stomachs were rumbling, and they
started moving toward the house, where Tiffany the sex slave was fixing their
lunch. Soon it would be Tiffany who would be fixed. But good.


* * *


CHAPTER FIVE

THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"What am I doin' hangin' 'round?"

- The Monkees


The boys sat at the kitchen table, still naked. They giggled and jabbed each
other, eyeballed their captive baby-sitter, whispered, and giggled some more.

Tiffany stood at the kitchen stove, also naked. She was finishing frying the
bacon for the boys' BLTs for lunch, but she couldn't help thinking what little
nerds they were. They were only 13 years old, after all, except for Johnny, who
was 14, an age when boys are usually playing Nintendo 64, stealing dad's
Playboys, quoting "South Park" and sneaking into R-rated movies. These four boys
had stumbled into a sexual gold mine, their very own sex slave, but couldn't
muster an ounce of sophistication among them.

Tiffany found herself almost longing for the torments of the men at school. Now
those were men who really knew how to use a girl. Sure of themselves, masterful,
strong, none of this laughing and elbow-jabbing shit, she thought, which was more
humiliating for her to endure. But then she was appalled at where her thoughts
had roamed, and stopped herself. She would not think back fondly on what Mr.
White and the others had done to her as some kind of "Good Old Days," even if
today did seem much worse by comparison. She had lost her virginity to her cousin
Matthew, been gang-banged and then, as a finale, been fucked up the ass by
Johnny. God almighty, her poor little butthole still hurt from that.

She served her masters their sandwiches, chips and Cokes. There were only four
chairs at the table so she ate standing up, at the kitchen counter. The
youngsters inhaled their food hungrily, and were done in a few minutes.

"Clear our plates, slave!" ordered Matt, and Tiffany complied.

"Can I just ask you something, Matt, since I'm being such a good slave?" she
asked. "You know that video you guys were watching a while ago? Where did you get
that?"

"Sorry, cuz, can't tell you that," Matt answered. "I'm sworn to secrecy. It's a
damn nice little tape, though. I had it for a few days before you came over to
sit, and managed to dub copies for my friends here. The each have a copy back at
their house, so don't think you can sneak off and rip it off. That would just
piss us off. And I don't think you want to do that."

No, the dazed blonde thought, she didn't want to do that.

"Now that you mention it, though, let's all go in the family room and watch it
together," Matt suggested. "You can explain to us what's going on in each scene.
We'll have a contest to see who gets wood first."

Tiffany came so close to telling her younger cousin to fuck off and die, but then
she remembered how she was outnumbered, and how unlike the older men, these boys
had no qualms about hurting her badly. The thought of a firecracker being stuck
up her bottom and set off made her wince. She nodded her agreement, her head hung
in shame.

In the family room, the boys led Tiffany to the big couch. Johnny and Mark sait
down and pulled the compliant sex slave down between them, spreading her legs.
They roughly pulled one leg in each direction, so that she was doing a splits,
her shaved pussy completely exposed. Matt popped the tape into the VCR and Luke
manned the camcorder, filming Tiffany's reaction as the boys spread her labia
wide open and began assaulting her. Johnny shoved his index finger up inside her
poor ravaged cunt and began working it in and out, frigging the helpless girl,
while Mark went to work on her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive little spot in
circles. Against her will, her clit began to swell and distend, exposing more of
its nerve endings to the boy's fingers. Involuntarily, her breathing began to get
ragged and her hips began to buck ever so slightly under the maddening assault.

On the TV screen, Tiffany watched what her teachers had done to her several
months ago. She saw herself sucking her algebra teacher off in his apartment, the
trip to the mall, and that humiliating scene in The Rave where she had been
forced to strip naked to the waist and let the burly, ugly clerk help her try on
a skimpy halter top. The boys kept saying, "Man, this is so cool" and "You are
such a slut," and all the while they kept rubbing her pussy, exciting her against
her will.

After about half an hour, all four boys were sprouting erections again, so they
stopped the tape and told their sitter it was time to get them off again. "Hey,
remember that porno tape of your dad's we found?" Matt said to Luke. "That chick
in the video took two dicks at the same time - one up her pussy and one up her
ass. Double penetration, they called it on the box. Why don't we try that."

"Oh God, please, Matthew, please, have mercy on me," Tiffany pleaded. "I can't do
that. You'll hurt me, you'll split me wide open."

"Tell you what, cuzzy-slut," Matt said. "Out of consideration for not busting you
wide open, we won't have Johnny be a part of it. Me and Luke will do the double
thing, then Mark and Johnny can take you one at a time. Take it or leave it,
cuz."

Tiffany had no choice. She knew what her fate would be if she tried to fight,
escape, or even argue further. Rough hands pulled her down onto the floor. Luke
handed the camcorder to Johnny, and lay down on his back, his hard-on pointing
straight up. "Climb aboard, Tiffany-bitch," he ordered, and Tiffany was forced
down on her hands and knees., her pussy poised right over his dick. The frigging
and clit-work the boys had done had gotten her pussy all juicy and ready to take
a cock, and Luke slid easily up inside of her.

Matt squatted behind his 16-year-old cousin and aimed his dick at her tight
little anal opening. He pushed forward, and Tiffany felt her cousin penetrate her
rectum.

"Stop, please stop, boys," she begged. "It hurts, it's too much!"

"Take it all, cuz," Matt hissed, and shoved his cock the rest of the way in. Then
he and Luke began to fuck young Tiffany Daniels in earnest. At first they
alternated, with one pulling out just as the other was shoving in. But then they
realized it hurt Tiffany more if they coordinated their strokes, and they both
began ramming into her at the same time. Thrust after thrust after thrust,
Tiffany moaned and begged the boys to stop, but they pushed on relentlessly.
Johnny watched, his enormous dick in his right hand, which worked lazily up and
down the shaft..

"Oh, fuck!" Johnny suddenly yelled. "I'm gonna cum." He stepped around to
Tiffany's face and let loose a blast of jism that caught her square in the right
eye, blinding the girl. Seconds later, she felt her cousin and his friend both
start to erupt inside her. Luke shot his spunk deep inside her womb, while Matt
emptied his balls into her rectum. She felt as if she was nothing more than a cum
bag, a cum target, for the boys.

The afternoon became a blur of horror for Tiffany. The boys enjoyed playing with
her pussy while they were waiting for their cocks to get hard again, but they
would never let her cum. Slowly, her frustration began to build. At one point,
they took turns eating her out, each boy getting one minute to lick and suck her
clit, which was becoming more and more engorged. She realized that she was
pushing her pussy forward into each boy's mouth, trying to get that one special
moment of contact between tongue and her painfully throbbing clit that would
launch her into an orgasm, but as soon as she was almost there, the boys would
call out "Switch!" and the boy tonguing her would get up, to be replaced by
another boy. The contact would be broken, and she'd have to start her build-up to
a climax all over again.

They teased the poor girl for hours, until she was begging them to make her cum.
They refused, telling her it was part of some "dea." She didn't understand. She
tried to make herself cum, rubbing her clit with her fingers, but the boys
grabbed her hands away and laughed, and handcuffed her hands back behind her
back.

"For God's sake, please, pleeeeeeease, Matt, I'll do anything you want, I
promise," the cheerleader babbled. Matt and his friends just laughed. They had
all gotten hard again later in the afternoon, but this time forced her to suck
them all off, one after another, because they were afraid that the friction of
their cocks if they fucked her might get the girl off.

For dinner, they ordered pizza for delivery. When the delivery boy came, he was
greeted at the door by Tiffany, stark naked, her pussy as naked a a
seven-year-old girl's. By now, her sunburn had really kicked in, and the area
that had once been covered by her bikini bottoms was now a bright pink. The boys
had also peeled the lettering off the backs of her legs, and there were no pink
burned letters standing out against the tan of her thighs, inviting every male
who saw her to indulge his fantasies: Fuck Me. Spank Me.

The boys forced Tiffany to tell the pizza dlivery boy that she didn't have any
money to pay for the pizza, but she would pay with a blow job. The delivery boy
had heard stories in the back room about such happenings, but figured they were
all invented. He wasted no time in pulling down his pants right there in the
entry way, and Tiffany kneeled in front of him. She she engulfed his prick into
her warm mouth, she smelled oregano and yeast on the boy.

After the pizza boy had come (and cum) and gone, the boys marched Tiffany into
the kitchen and dug into the pizza. But they told her she would have to wait
before she ate. After eating a big slice, Matt pulled a piece from the cardboard
box, laid it on the table, stood up and began jacking off. Luke joined him, the
two boys side by side. Tiffany didn't understand what they were doing, even as
their hands pumped faster and faster until they bacame a blur. Simultaneously,
both boys erupted in orgasm, and semen shot out of their cocks and splattered all
over the pepperoni pizza slice.

"Here you go, cuz. This is your slice," Matt said with a wicked grin, pushing the
jism-covered pizza across the table. Tiffany's stomach lurched a little, but she
realized it really wasn't worse than anything else that had been done to her.
She'd already tasted the semen of all four boys; what did a little more matter?
She was sinking into a pool of degradation and hopelessness. She didn't see what
else they could do to her that was any worse than the days' events so far. A few
minutes later, it was John and Mark's turn to coat another slice of pizza with
semen, and Tiffany obediently ate the second slice as well. What would have been
unimaginable to her this morning was now no big deal.

"Come on down in the basement, Tiffany," Matt said after dinner. "It's time for a
new game." Tiffany didn't like the sound of the basement, or "new game." She
frantically tried to think of something else to keep the boys upstairs, which
suddenly seemed safer.

"Why don't we watch that tape again," she suggested. "I'll suck you all off while
you watch it."

"Nah, forget it," said Mark. "Been there, done that, crossed it off the list.
Gotta move on."

"I don't want to go to the basement," Tiffany whined.

"Who cares what you want, cunt-cuz?" said Matt. "You're goin'. End of story." All
four boys grabbed the teen, overpowering her. Little Johnny worked his way behind
her, wrapped his huge arms around her in a bear hug and lifted her off the floor.
She kicked futilely, her bare feet hitting nothing but air.

Within minutes, she was downstairs in her aunt and uncle's finished basement. In
even less time, the boys had forced her feet into a set of heavy boots which
turned out to be her Uncle Pete's gravity boots. Pete used them to hang upside
down and do hanging sit-ups to stay in shape. Tiffany would hang upside down as
well, although not in a doorway like her uncle did. While Johnny held her arms
pinned to her sides and crushed her so hard she could barely breathe, the other
three boys managed to hold on to her kicking legs and pull her booted feet
upwards toward a thick water pipe that ran along the ceiling. They hooked the
hooks on the boots over the water pipe, and Johnny let go, letting Tiffany hang
freely. She was locked into the books and hung completely upside down, her nude
body dangling. To complete her helplessness, they cuffed her wrists behind her
back and ran a rope from the cuffs up to the water pipe, so that her hands were
bound behind her. The position of her arms had the added advantage, to the boys
anyway, of thrusting her proud young breasts out even further from hr body, as if
offering them to the mercies of the youngsters.

"Mark, go get the equipment we talked about," Matt ordered. "Johnny, pull those
stepladders over here and let's get her legs as far apart as we can. Matt and
Johnny stood on top of the short ladders and scooted Tiffany's ankles in opposite
directions; the hooks of the boots slid easily along the pipe. Soon they had her
limber young legs spread as far apart as they could possibly go. The high school
cheerleader was doing a splits, only she was upside down. With nothing for the
rest of her body to get a purchase on, she couldn't move her own legs back in
together. Tiffany Daniels was forming a perfect Y, and as the blood rushed to her
head, she could see, upside down, the sadistic excitement in the eyes of her
tormentors.

Mark came back with the three knapsacks the boys had arrived with, which had
already provided the handcuffs, firecrackers and magnifying glasses for earlier
entertainment. Tiffany was watching everything upside down, which made the
unreality of her horrible predictament even more bizarre and disorienting.
"Please let me down, please," she begged. "I'll do anything you want. I'll think
of new stuff all by myself. Nasty stuff, really kinky. Please, Matt, I'm begging
you!"

"Shut up, cuz, or you'll get another jockey shorts gag," young master Matthew
fired back at the suspended teenager. "We may be younger than you, but we're
perfectly able to think up our own nasty stuff. In fact, I think we're probably a
lot better at it than you are!" he crowed.

The next few hours were the most horrible of Tiffany's life, worse than
everything that had gone before put together: the rapes, the blackmail, the
drugging, the rimjobs, the public stripping and groping, the using her as a toy
and a plaything. She realized, in the part of her brain that wasn't screaming,
that her four captors were scarcely advanced beyond the stage of boys who pull
the wings off flies for sport. Scarcely advanced at all. They had all cum several
times in the last few hours, and the fact that their horniness was sated made
them even more cruel than they had been.

For the first hour, Matt and his buddies kept Tiffany right on the brink of an
orgasm without letting her cum. They kept referring to their "instructions" from
"you know who," but Tiffany didn't have a clue, nor did she really care after the
first half hour. Mark had pulled out two battery-powered portable drills from his
bag, which at first terrified the captive girl, until she saw how they had been
adapted. Each one had a drill bit, but rubber-banded tightly to each drill bit
was a group of long, soft feathers, which stuck out well beyond the bit. Matt and
Mark climbed up on their stepladders so they could reach her shaved and utterly
exposed pussy, Matt in front and Mark in back. Then they both went to work on her
with the feather drills.

Mark used one hand to pull apart the cheeks of her defenseless bottom, exposing
her tight pink butthole. He pulled harder, prying open the little ring. Then  he
turned on the drill and inserted the tips of the feathers into her rectum. The
rapidly spinning feathers tickled her wildly, an insanely fluttering feeling that
soon began to feel stimulating to the sensitive nerve endings that lined the
girl's anus. Matt, meanwhile, was doing the exact same maneuver on her pussy,
inserting his feathers a couple of inches into her well-used snatch. The drilling
wasn't painful, but it was maddening. And it became even worse when Matt withdrew
the feathers from inside her labia and started running them back and forth across
her clit. The tickling of her poor exposed clit nearly drove the helpless
cheerleader insane.

Little Johnny and Luke were working on her splendid young breasts, which though
hanging upside down were so firm that they hardly pointed down at all. Still, the
angle of Tiffany's suspension exposed the soft, tender undersides of those tits,
and the each boy went to work on a breast, carressing the undersides with their
fingertips and tongues, working slowly toward each nipple, then sucking the
nipples into their mouths. The sexual stimulation of her sensntive nipples and
breasts seemed to form a direct current between her chest and her groin; she felt
like a river of sexual longing was flowing through her body.

Midway through the first hour, they wheeled in a vacuum cleaner, and extended the
hose.. They attached a soft round bristle brush, the kind used to vaccum
upholstery, and went to work on her body using the brush. They ran it up and down
her nude torso, tickling her underarms and ribcage, while Tiffany shrieked and
pleaded and occassionally burst into involuntary laughter from the tickling. Then
they planted the brush end on each breast, and the sucking power of the vacuum on
her abused nipples was so sensual Tiffany thought she would die. Finally, they
moved the vacuum hose up to her splayed-open pussy and ran it over and over her
clit and labia, which were now a bright red, a combination of the sunburn and the
blood that was managing to flow to her privates despite her upside-down position.

"Ohhh God, ohhh God, please don't do this, boys," Tiffany babbled, overcome with
a potent mix of fear, lust and an overwhelming desire for an orgasm. "At least
make me cum, please, pleeeease!"

"Beg for it, you slut," Matt barked. The camcorder had been set up on a tripod
and was recording Tiffany's basement ordeal and degradation.

"Please let me cum, please, please," Tiffany cried. Her pussy was juicing up like
it never had in her life, sweet teen lubrication spilling out over the top and
running down her smooth, tanned tummy.

The boys laughed and jeered at the poor girl, and continued to torment her with
the vacuum cleaner and the feather-drills, tickling and teasing her, working over
her clit and the stopping briefly, then starting again.

Just when Tiffany thought nothing could be worse, the boys surprised her. They
put aside the tools they had been using, and brought out new ones. Tiffany was
almost hoarse from screaming at this point, but found she had some voice left.

Johnny climbed up on a stepladder with a jar of peanut butter, scooped out a big
fingerful and stabbed it down into her wet pussy. Then Matt handed him a jar, and
as it passed her face, Tiffany saw what was inside: cockroaches! Eight, 10, 12,
she wasn't sure how many, but they were big fuckers, and very much alive. As
Tiffany screamed and twisted, Johnny unscrewed the lid of the jar and clamped it
upside down onto her bald and sunburned twat. The roaches followed their
instincts and pursued the peanut butter, crawling into Tiffany's juicy little
pussy.

Tiffany knew that begging and pleading would not help, but she screamed anyway,
screamed mindlessly for the boys to remove the horrible insects that she could
feel crawling around inside her. She could feel their nasty little legs and
antenna moving on the slick walls of her twat, and thought she would go mad. The
boys all laughed at their tormented baby-sitter.

After letting the cockroaches ravage her poor pussy for what seemed like forever,
but was actually only about half an hour, the boys grabbed tweezers and began
extracting the nasty little insects. There was only room for one set of tweezers
at a time inside her, so the others, with nothing to do, used the tweezers to
pinch the ring of her asshole and pull, or to squeeze her nipples.

Then once the cockroaches were all removed, out came the vacuum cleaner and
feather-drills again, and the boys started revving Tiffany back up to the edge of
orgasm. The torture went on and on, alternating between sexually stimulating the
cheerleader but not allowing her to cum, and torturing her in bizarre and
inventive ways. The boys mocked her and jeered, as her screams and fruitless
begging echoed off the panelled walls of the basement. Midnight came and went, as
Saturday passed into early Sunday morning. Tiffany was a babbling mess of
unsatisfied horniness, sunburn, terror and confusion. The minutes clicked into
hours, and if she had let the thought enter her mind, she would have realized the
boys planned to keep her like this all night long.

They were all so lost in their little world of dominance and humiliation that
they didn't hear the car pulling into the driveway outside.


* * *


CHAPTER SIX: THE CONCLUSION

THE ONE THAT GOES LIKE THIS:

"Sisters, sisters/
There were never such devoted sisters/
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir/
I'm here to keep my eye on her."

- "Sisters," from Irving Berlin's "White Christmas."


The sleek black Lincoln Navigator SUV pulled into the driveway. Roger White,
principal of Godfrey Daniels High School, parked and turned on the dome light. He
looked over at the little girl in the passenger seat.

"How's your pussy?" he asked.

"It's pretty sore," said Stephanie Daniels, Tiffany's 14-year-old sister. "It's
gonna be out of order for a few days, but I'll be back in business before you
know it." She smiled wickedly and winked at the older man.

"I thought those firemen were gonna tear you up," White said.

"Yeah, it wasn't the dicks, though, it was that hose. Man! But that has to rank
in my top five orgasms of all time," she gushed.

Stephanie and Roger White had been together since Saturday morning, with
Stephanie only pretending to stay at a friend's house while her parents were
camping. They'd made a stop at the Renaissance Festival to watch Tiffany in the
stocks, then several more stops, including an adult video store with booths,
where Stephanie had delivered some rather pleasant surprises to the lonely men
masturbating in solitude. But just now, they had come from the local firehouse.
They had pulled in a couple of hours previously, with Stephanie dressed as a
slutty Catholic school girl: pleated skirt so short it just barely covered her
ass cheeks, white knee socks, penny loafers, a white blouse with the top 4
buttons unbuttoned. The rising sophomore at Daniels High wore no panties or bra.

She had walked into the firehouse as if she owned the place, and several
firefighters looked up from their game of Hearts. "You guys ever heard the
expression 'Where's the fire?' " she asked them. "Well, boys, it's right here in
my pussy," she said, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her
gleamingly smooth, freshly shaved 14-year-old labia. Within minutes, she was
rutting in the firemen's quarters in a massive gang bang, taking their cocks up
her ass, down her throat, and into her pussy. White had waited outside in the
Lincoln; he'd had Stephanie so many times by now, and made her submit to so many
things, that he now just dropped her off with a set of orders and waited.

After all the firemen had fucked the little girl twice and they could no longer
get it up, she had begun taunting them in an attempt to get them angry enough to
degrade and abuse her, because that was what really got young Stephanie off. She
had told them they were too old and soft, that boys her age could get it up over
and over, that maybe she'd go find some cops who were real men who couls satisfy
a girl like her.

The firemen, more and more pissed off, finally grabbed Stephie and took her out
behind the station. They tied her naked to a tree, first tying her wrists behind
the tree, then pulling her ankles back as well and tying them off. When she was
completely helpless and exposed, they'd unrolled one of their powerful fire hoses
and hooked it up to the practice hydrant out back. The men were careful to
regulate the water flow so it was not too strong - it could have killed the girl
at full force - but made sure it was powerful enough to teach her a lesson.

First they played the torrent of water on her breasts, which were not at big as
Tiffany's perfect 36Cs, but were coming in very nicely. They laughed as her
nipples hardened into little spikes under the water stream. Then they trained the
water onto her pretty little face, until she was forced to take a breath and
inhaled a massive lungful of water, causing her to gag and sputter. Finally they
moved down to her pussy. Because Stephanie's legs were pulled back and she'd just
been freshly fucked, her labia were swollen and a little raw already. The little
hood that sometimes covered her clit was completely retracted, and the firemen
moved in closer with the big nozzle, aiming it right at that clit.

"Aahhhhhhh," Stephanie had screamed when the ice-cold jet of water hit her
over-heated pussy. The firemen couldn't tell if the scream was one of pain or of
pleasure, but if they had known Stephanie's twisted sexuality, they would have
understood there was no difference. They played the firehose up and down her
pussy, always moving back to her clit, as the girl writhed and spasmed in the
ropes that bound her to the tree. By the time they were done, she was slumping in
the ropes, nearly unconscious, having bucked her way through half a dozen
powerful orgasms.

White had collected her and driven her to her Uncle Pete and Aunt Peggy's house.
Even outside, they could hear Stephanie screaming hoarsely down in the basement,
but because no one else lived near them yet in the new subdivision, her screams
went unheard by anyone who might have saved her.

"I wish I could come in with you," White said.

"No, please," Stephanie said. "This was my idea, and it's my game. You'll reap
the rewards in the very near future, Master Roger, I promise."

"I know I can trust you, Stephanie," he said. "I've trained you well, little
slut. Go in there and give her hell."

"Oh, I think she's already experienced hell," Stephanie said with a sick little
smile. She picked up a small suitcase from the floor and climbed out of the SUV.
As White pulled away, she walked in the unlocked front door and went straight to
the kitchen.

In Uncle Pete and Aunt Peggy's kitchen, Stephanie pulled a bottle of tequila out
of her suitcase and a small vial of white powder. She found some highball glasses
and a tray, and pured three fingers of tequila into all six glasses. Then she
took out the vial and emptied the powder, a powerful, fast-acting sleeping drug,
into four of the glasses, and headed down to the basement, carrying the tray like
a waitress.

"Anybody home?" she called out. She reached the bottom of the stairs and saw the
amazing scene: Her older sister Tiffany hung upside down in gravity boots from a
water pipe, her legs spread out to form an enormous Y, and the four boys
torturing her. Stephanie's pussy throbbed a little at the sight, and she could
feel herself getting wet between her legs.

Tiffany saw her younger sister. Even upside down and nearly delerious, she yelled
out, "Stephanie, help! Help! Run and get the cops!"

"Help? It doesn't look to me like these boys need any help," Stephanie smirked.
"As for the cops, why should I go and fuck up my perfect little plan?"

"Your plan? Your plan?" Tiffany sputtered.

"Yes, sis, my plan. Who do you think gave Matt the video? And all the ideas of
what to do you? Jeez, Tiff, he isn't smart enough to come up with all this by
himself!"

Matt, Mark, Luke and Johnny stopped what they were doing and looked at sexy
Stephanie, still in her debauched schoolgirl outfit. They could see her little
nipples poking out through the sheer white blouse.

"Why don't you boys take a break and have a little drink?" Stephanie suggested.
She set down the tray. "I'll join you. Maybe later, we'll even let Tiffany take a
break," she laughed.

The boys came over and Stephanie passed out the glasses of tequila, making sure
to give them the doctored drinks. She took a plain tequila and raised it in a
toast. "To Tiffany!" she said, and the boys, trying to be grown-up, all followed
her lead. Stephanie drained her tequila in one swallow and slammed the glass
down, and the boys did the same.

It didn't take long. Mr. White had given her the drug when she had told him what
she needed, and within minutes the boys were sitting down, complaining of feeling
woozy and tired. Not longer after that they were passed out cold on the basement
floor.

"Thank God, Steph!" exclaimed Tiffany. "I don't know what you did, but you made
them pass out. Now get me down from here, please! I'm dying!"

"I'm sure you are, Tiffany dearest," said Stephanie sweetly. "And I'll certainly
get you down. But as I said, I planned this whole little adventure of yours. And
it's not over yet. Actually, all of this has just been a way to soften you up for
what's still to come."

"I don't care. You're not making any sense. Just get me down from here, please!
Please, Stephanie!" begged Tiffany.

"Just shut up and listen!" barked Stephanie. "Then I'll let you down. We've got a
job to do, sister dear. In a few minutes a guest is going to arrive. And you and
I are going to fuck that guest. Together, the two of us. If you agree to fuck our
guest, then I'll let you down. If you don't agree, then I brought this."
Stephanie reached into the back waistband of her skirt and pulled out a vicious
looking cat o'nine tails.

"Noooooo!" wailed Tiffany. "Oh God, please, put that thing away!"

"I'll put it right up the middle of your pussy if you don't go along with me,"
Stephanie said sternly. "It would be interesting to see how many times I could
bring this baby down directly on your clit. And whether you would cum first from
having your clit whipped or whether you'd pass out."

"Oh God," Tiffany said, huffing and puffing. "I'll do whatever you want, I'll do
it, I'll do it, I promise, only put that away."

"You'll do exatly what my guest and I tell you to do, no matter what?"

"Yes, yes, I swear, I swear, I'll do anything, anything. Don't whip me,
Stephanie, please don't whip my poor little pussy!"

"OK, I'll let you down without a whipping," Stephanie said. "But if you put up
any kind of fuss or whine or do anything except show extreme enthusiasm, I'll
wake these boys up and give them the whip. Imagine what these nasty little
fuckers would do to you with a whip like this."

It was difficult, but Stephanoe got Tiffany down from the water pipe. She
uncuffed her older sister's hands, and helped her pull herself up so she was
holding the pipe. Then Steph stood on a step ladder and unbuckled the gravity
boots. Tiffany slid her feet out, uncurled her body and dropped to the floor,
where she stood, somewhat wobbily, trying to get her bearings and balance. She
had been hanging upside down for hours.

"Enough fuckin' around, sis," said Stephanie. "Put these clothes on now." Tiffany
meekly obeyed. It was as if she had no free will left at all. The outfit was
identical to Stephanie's a Catholic schoolgirl's, only a perverted version. The
plaid skirt hung only an incn below her crotch, exposing all of her long,
beautiful legs, including the sunburned "FUCK ME" and "SPANK ME" on the backs of
her thighs. She pulled on the white knee socks and penny loafers, buttoned up the
sheer white blouse. Of course there was no underwear for her, and she neither
expected to wear it nor asked her younger sister.

Stephanie went to the camcorder on the tripod and popped out the videotape the
boys had been making of Tiffany's day-long ordeal. "I think I'll take this with
me," she said. "The boys will be pissed, but hey, fuck 'em."

"Can you at least tell me who it is I'm supposed to fuck in exchange for you
rescuing me?" she asked.

"Sure," said Stephanie cheerfully. "It's Uncle Pete."

"Uncle Pete!" exclaimed Tiffany. "Oh, gross! That's incest, Stephanie!"

:"What do you think's been going on here, sister dearest, patty- cake?" said
Stephanie. "You've already been fucked by your cousin eight ways from Sunday This
will be one time, and since you will be initiating it, it won't be rape."

"Why would I initiate it? You mean you want me to seduce Uncle Pete?"

"Oh, he won't take much seducing," Stephanie explained. "This has been in the
works for several weeks. See, Uncle Pete has been impotent for a few months.
Hasn't been able to get a good hard-on that lasts, even though he's only 45. So
he went to this friend of his, a guy named Dr. Wu, to get some dirty videos he
could watch to help him get it up. Dr. Wu introduced him to Master Roger, my
master. He recognized that you and I were Uncle Pete's nieces, and started asking
Pete some questions about what would get him hard. Pretty soon, they'd stuck a
deal: Master Roger would deliver Pete's two teenaged nieces, who would willingly
give him the fucking of his life, in exchange for $5,000. Master Roger keeps
half, and you and I splt the other half. That's $1,250 for you. Pretty good wages
for one fuck, don't you think?"

"I'm getting paid to fuck my uncle?" Tiffany said. She was outraged. "That's like
being a prostitute, a whore. I'm a good girl! I'm not a whore! I was a virgin up
until this morning!"

"Are you always this dumb?" snapped Stephanie. "First of all, it's good money.
Second, it's not as if that pussy and ass haven't already been worked out pretty
thoroughly. Finally, and most important, let me remind you that if you don't go
along, I'll wake up Matthew and his friends and give them the whip and tell them
to have a contest as to who can take the most skin off your ass."

Tiffany just stared at the floor. She was trapped, again, and she knew it. No way
out. There was never any way out. First Mr. White, or Master Roger, as Steph
called him, had seen to that, then Matthew, and now her very own sister.

"Oh, one more thing, sis," Stephanie said. "I promised Uncle Pete he could fuck
you the ass."

Tiffany just swallowed hard and nodded. She thought about protesting again, but
knew it would do no good. The girls heard the sound of the front door opening and
closing upstairs. "Now remember," Stephanie warned her sister, "you're supposed
to be seductive and enthusiastic. If I don't see the proper enthusiasm, if Uncle
Pete doesn't have a hard-on like a steel crowbar the whole time, I'm gonna report
back to Master Roger and he's gonna be pissed off at you. I don't think you want
to go there, sis."

The two girls, in their matching schoolgirl outfits, walked upstairs. Uncle Pete
stood in the entry. "Why Uncle Pete, what a pleasant surprise!" said Stephanie
sweetly. "The boys are all sound asleep downstairs. How would you like to have a
little fun?"

"I'd like that very much," Pete Daniels said, as if his mouth was very dry. Pete
was a tall and stocky 45-year-old, a former high school football player who had
developed a bit of a middle-aged beer gut. His eyes glittered with lust as he
took in the vision before him: His 16- year-old niece and and his 14-year-old
niece, ready and willing to make a nice Uncle Pete Sandwich.

"How did you get away?" Tiffany asked, not knowing what else to say.

"They're all asleep back at the campsite," Pete replied. "I drove like hell to
get here, and I can be back before anyone wakes up. I took a couple of Viagra on
the way over here, and they're just startoing to kick in, so why don't you come
over here and give your Uncle a little kiss?"

Stephanie pushed Tiffany forward, and the cheerleader reluctantly walked to her
horny uncle. Suddenly a scene from a movie popped into her head, ³Career
Opportunities." She remembered this scene where Jennifer Connely was a young
sexpot, and her father had a friend from work home, and Jennifer had gone up to
him and surprised everyone by kissing the friend on the lips, very soft and sexy,
The film image helped Tiffany know how to play it, and she walked up to her uncle
the way Jennifer Connell had done, turned her face up toward him and closed her
eyes, and pushed her soft young lips forward to his. Uncle Pete bent down
slightly and took her face tenderly in his hands. He leaned into her mouth and
kissed her, softly at first, and then gradually more forcefully. Tiffany opened
her mouth and Uncle Pete's tongue slid in, hot and thick. She shivered with the
deep French kiss, feeling it all the way down to her toes, which tingled. She had
never been kissed like that, and oh, it was sexy, even if it was her uncle!

Then she felt something else. Her uncle's hands snaked behind her, pulled up her
short skirt and cupped her bare ass cheeks.

"Why Tiffany, you naughty little slut, you're not wearing any panties," he said
hoarsely.

"I took them off for you, Uncle Pete," she said. She knew the role she had to
play. Pete continued to fondle her bare ass and push his body against her.
Tiffany could feel his erection, big and fat and bulging, the Viagra working, but
more than that working on the middle-aged man as he pushed into her crotch. Her
head was swimming with confusion as her uncle kissed her passionately again.

Stephanie went behind her uncle and began to undress him, pulling his shirt up
over his head and his pants down. He stepped out of them, hardly breaking his
soul-kissing with Tiffany. His hands had moved to her blouse and unbuttoned it,
and it fell to the floor of its own accord. He rubbed her nipples, and Tiffany
moaned with pleasure.

Her horniness, which had been dormant, now returned with a vengeance. The boys
had been teasing her for so long without letting her cum, and now her uncle was
stoking those fires again. Tiffany could feel her clit throb, feel her pussy was
getting wetter. She broke the kiss and saw that Stephanie was now stark naked
except for her shoes and white knee socks, and Tiffany followed suit, unsnapping
her skirt and letting it fall to her feet.

"Let's show Uncle Pete how good two little mouths at once can feel," Stephanie
suggested, and Tiffany, increasingly overcome with her own lust, didn't protest
at all. Pete sat back on the sofa and both girls knelt between his spread legs.
Stephanie began licking his long hard shaft, and she guided Tiffany's mouth to
the head of Uncle Pete's cock. Tiffany engulfed the swollen head with her soft
red lips and began bobbing her hot mouth up and down.

"Oh God, oh God, you naughty little girls!" shouted Uncle Pete. "Jesus Fucking
Christ, suck that cock, suck it for all its worth!" Stephanie began to play with
herself, rubbing her index finger on her hard little clit, and Tiffany copied her
sister, masturbating frantically. The girls slurped and sucked, working their
little teenaged mouths over the middle-aged man's cock. They changed places, with
Stephanie working on the head and Tiffany tonguing up and down the shaft. Without
even thinking what she was doing, Tiffany moved her head lower and began to lick
her uncle's scrotu, running her tongue over his hairy balls again while her uncle
moaned in ecstasy.

For a good 10 minutes, the two teenagers gave the older man a dual tongue bath
all over his privates, from the tip of his cock all the way back to his asshole,
which Stephanie reached by pulling legs apart as far as they could go and
burrowing her little pink tongue in deep and low until it struck gold. Uncle Pete
was half out of his mind with sexual delerium, his only regret being that he
hadn't thought to set up a hidden video camera to preserve this amazing scene.

With her free hand, the one she wasn't masturbating with, Stephanie poked her
sister in the ribs, giving her a signal. The luscious high school senior came up
for air and looked up at her uncle's face. "Uncle Pete?" she asked sweetly, with
a teasing lilt in her voice. "Would you please fuck me up the ass? Would you do
that, please, Uncle Pete?"

"You want me to shove my cock up your little butthole, Tiffany?" her uncle asked,
deeply into the little play they were acting out. "You want to be cornholed, my
little niece? Beg me for it. niece!"

"Please, Uncle Pete, please ream out my tight little rectum with your big ol'
monster cock. Make me scream. Ram it all the way in. I want to feel that cock all
the way up into my flat little tummy. I want to taste it coming out my mouth. I'm
a nasty little whore, Uncle Pete! Do me! Do me!"

Stephanie was impressed. Her sister was really into it. She wondered, briefly, if
Tiffany was just going along under the threat of being whipped, or whether her
horniness had really carried her to this stage and she was no longer play-acting,

Tiffany would not have been able to answer that. It wasn't really either/or any
more. She was into the scene, and badly wanted to cum, as her fingers flew across
her rigid little love button, which was terribly slick with her leaking pussy
juices.

"Come here, you little slut," Pete Daniels growled. He got down on the floor,
jerked Tiffany roughly around so that she was down on all fours, and Pete was
behind her. His cock, as hard as a brick, bobbed out in front of him, soaked with
the two girls' saliva. He lined up the head with Tiffany's little pink rectum and
have one massive shove. Instantly, he slid all the way into the youngster's rear
chute, his balls slapping against her leaky pussy and his wiry pubic hair
tickling the crack of her ass.

"Oh JESUS! JESUS!" Tiffany screamed, partly from pain but mostly from pleasure.
She supported herself on her knees and her right hand and reached back between
her legs with her left hand to find her throbbing clit again.

"Here, let me, sis," she head Stephanie's voice saying, and then felt something
incredibly soft and warm licking up and down her slit. She opened her eyes and
saw that Stephanie was on her back and had slid underneath Tiffany and Uncle
Pete, and positioned her face right below their genitals. By scooting slightly
and tilting her head, she could reach Tiffany's clit and Uncle Pete's dangling
balls.

Pete started ramming away in his young niece's asshole: pound, pound, pound!
Slurp slurp slurp! Tiffany could feel Stephanie's mouth on her vagina, feel her
younger sister take her clit in between her lips and began to suck on it as if it
was a minature cock. The feeling was indescribable, the most intense thing she
had ever felt in her life, and she wasn't aware that she was screaming "YES! YES!
YES!" over and over. Stephanie sucked and sucked on her sister's clit, while her
own hand stayed busy in her crotch, never stopping.

Pete was the next one to get a surprise, as he felt something on his balls.
Stephanie had reached up her free hand and grabbed gently ahold his testicles and
was pulling down on them, digging her fingernails in. A little bit harder and it
might have been painful, but she had the touch exactly right, and the she began
kneading and massaging his balls as he plunged his cock over and over again into
the spasming bunghole of his 16-year-old niece. Then he felt something ever
better, if that was possible. Stephanie was probing at his asshole with a
moistened finger. He relaxed his asshole and Stephanie's finger slid right in
until it rubbed against his prostate gland. She was probing his prostate while he
fucked his niece up the ass. It was too much for the man, and he exploded.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he roared. "Oh fuck that sweet fucking teenaged ass
of yours, you fucking cunt, I'm cumming!"

Tiffany felt her uncle's dick throb in her asshole just as her own orgasm hit.
Her clit was tapped between Stephanie lips and Stephanie was sucking away at it,
tickling it endlessly. The stimulation overwhelmed the older girl, and her
mind-blowing orgasm hit just as Uncle Pete's seed began jetting up her rectum.

Pete screamed. Tiffany screamed. Then little Stephie began to scream too as her
own fingering finally paid off. The three of them entangled together on the
floor, moaned and bucked and writhed. Sweat was pouring off them like runners at
the end of a marathon.

Finally, they all came back to earth, and began to untangle. Pete Daniels was
breathing so hard the girls thought he would have a heart attack, but he was
smiling so hard they knew that ever if he died on the spot it would have been
worth it for him. Although his dick was beginning to droop, the two teenaged
girls were capable of more orgasms. Without even talking about what they were
doing, they both sat on their uncle's floor and spread their young legs wide open
and continued to finger themselves. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over
Tiffany's body as she jacked herself off while her uncle watched.

Soon she was sated, as was Stephanie. Uncle Pete's face wasn't so red anymore,
and he dressed. The girls stayed naked, seated on the floor.

"So how was it?" asked Stephanie with a gleam in her eye.

"Worth every penny, you sweet little love-bunnies," he answered with a grin. "You
know, maybe we could arrange to do this again sometime, only cut Roger White out
of it.I'll arrange to get rid of Peggy and the boys, you girls sneak over here
and I pay you girls $1,000 each for a night of this. What do you say?"

"I really shouldn't do anything behind Master Roger's back," Stephanie answered,
always the good little submissive. "But maybe what he doesn't know won't hurt
him."

"So what are you girls going to do the rest of the summer?" Uncle Pete asked
them.

"I've got lots of plans," Stephanie said. She picked up the video that Matthew,
Mark, Luke and John had made. Uncle Pete didn't know what was on it, but Tiffany
knew.

"Under Master Roger, I've discoved the joys of being a submissive little slut,"
the 14-year-old said. "But I've also been wondering what would be like to have a
little sex slave of my own, to be the dominant one in a relationship. Now I mean
to find out. My sister Tiffany is going to spend the rest of the summer being my
sex slave, that is she'll do it unless she wants a couple of very interesting
videos to find their way into mom and dad's VCR."

Tiffany wasn't even shocked at her sister's betrayal. It was as if it had all
been fated to come to this point. She would never escape being a sex slave, she
realized. It was her destiny. It was what she was meant to be.

"What are you going to make her do?" Uncle Pete asked.

"Oh, all sorts of thingss," Stephanie replied. They were talking about her as if
she wasn't even there, Tiffany thought, as if she was a thing, an object, a
nothing. "For openers, she's gonna be eating my pussy so much her face is gonna
look like a glazed donut!" Uncle Pete laughed, and Tiffany blushed. She said
nothing.

"Then I'll just let my imagination run wild," Stephanie went on. "Maybe we'll go
back to the Renaissance Festival, only this time go right before closing time. We
could meet up with Sir Reginald and the boys and this time they wouldn't have to
worry about security guards. They could put my big sister into the stocks and
bring out the goat and this time go all the way!"

Uncle Pete had no idea what she was talking about, but Tiffany knew, and she
trembled inside.

"There's malls to go to," continued Stephanie, " and the White Water Adventures
park, where a girl with Tiffany's body wearing a very thin white bathing suit, a
white bathing suit that would soon be very wet, should attract quite an
appreciative crowd of teenaged boys. If I can talk Mom and Dad into getting away
for a weekend, maybe I'll invite Master Roger and his friends over, and Matthew
and his friends, and I'll just play director, telling all eight of them what to
do to Tiffany.

"The good news, big sister, is that you're gonna have more orgasms this summer
than you ever imagined possible. You're gonna cum till your toes curl and your
eyes pop out of your head, cum until you beg me to stop, and then you'll cum some
more."

Tiffany couldn't believe it, but she felt her clit stirring. She was getting
turned on hearing her depraved sister's plans. Her young pussy spasmed slightly,
and she wished she had something up inside her, stimulating her. Without even
thinking about it, her hand drifted back down to her shaved crotch and sought out
her own little clitty. She touched herself, and gasped with pleasure.

"Look at what a little whore she is," Uncle Pete said to Stephanie. "She's
getting off hearing about all you're going to do to her."

"Yeah, and that's just the beginning," Stephanie said, her eyes ablaze with lust.
"We're gonna be the ultimate sister act of all time. "

And the blonde 14-year-old began to sing a song from "White Christmas," a movie
that the girls had watched every holiday season with their parents. When they had
been little, about 10 and 8 years old, they had loved performing the song
³Sisters," the one sung by Vera Ellen and Rosemary Cloney. Stephanie was singing
the song, and Uncle Pete began to laugh, and Tiffany felt herself on the verge of
another huge orgasm.

Toward the end, Stephanie came, hard. And she couldn't help herself, but she
joined her little sister Stephanie in singing:

"Lord help the mister, who comes between me and my sister," they sang together.

"And lord help the sister, who comes between me and my man!"

THE END


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