TRIPPIN' WITH TIFFANY 
BY DR. WU 
MMMMFFFF/f teen nc humil 
  
THE STUFF THAT GOES FIRST: 
  This story contains sex, dirty words, public humiliation, an 
underaged girl, illegal drugs, a fraternity paddle, a hot dog, and a 
bunch of Mexicans (eventually). It's more about mind-fucking than the 
regular kind. If you are under 18, do not read it. Simple as that. 
  This story is copyright 1999 by Dr. Wu. It may be re-posted on any 
free newsgroup or archived on any free website. It may not be placed 
anywhere that charges admission in any form. It is fiction. 
    "Trippin With Tiffany" can be read on its own, but it is the third 
part of an ongoing saga and will make more sense if you read the first 
two parts first. 
  
TRIPPIN' WITH TIFFANY 
CHAPTER ONE 
  
THE 0NE WITH THE BIG GULP
  
  "Every time I see your face/ 
    I think of things unpure, unchaste/ 
    I want to fuck you like a dog ..." 
  
    The music blasted in Tiffany Daniels' red Miata convertible as she 
rolled down the Interstate, cruising about 15 miles per hour above the 
speed limit.. Her long blonde hair streamed behind her in the wind.  
  
Jeez, thought Tiffany, leave it to Steph to find the nastiest, most 
degrading music and put it all on one mix. Stephanie was Tiffany's 
younger sister, a 14-year-old slut of the first magnitude, and when 
Tiffany had left home an hour ago for the drive to the University of 
Texas in Austin, Steph had handed her the cassette tape for the car 
stereo. 
  
  "The Stephanie Mix," as the cassette was labelled, contained 
"Criminal" by Fiona Apple ("I've been a bad, bad girl"), "When the Whip 
Comes Down" and "Under My Thumb" by the Rolling Stones, "Smack My Bitch 
Up" by Prodigy, a couple of the nastier rap songs by 2 Live Crew and 
Insane Clown Posse, "In My Room" by the Bangles ("I'll do anything you 
want me to"), "Cruel to Be Kind" by Letters to Cleo (their cover of 
Nick Lowe's classic), and the song that was cranked up now, Liz Phair's 
dirtiest song ever, "Flower." 
  
  
  "You act like you're 14 years old/ 
    Everything you say is so obnoxious, funny, true and mean/ 
  I want to be your blowjob queen/ 
    You're probably shy and introspective/ 
  That's not part of my objective/ 
  I just want your fresh, young jimmy ..." 
  
  "Fuck. That's enough," said Tiffany aloud, and she switched off Liz, 
ejected the cassette and popped it into her purse on the seat next to 
her. The tape was a compendium of twisted sexuality and perversion, 
with plenty of dominance and submission, although most of the songs 
were played on the radio. This is supposed to be a sex-free weekend, 
Tiffany reminded herself, and she was uncomfortably aware that 
listening to Liz was making her 17-year-old pussy tingle a little bit. 
  
When the invitation from Pi Kappa Upsilon (PKU), the most prestigious 
sorority at the University of Texas, had arrived a week ago, Tiffany 
had squealed with delight. PKU was the creme de la creme of sororities, 
one that didn't even consider girls for admission unless they had been 
homecoming queens, cheerleaders or the like. For every 100 girls that 
applied for rush in the fall, PKU allowed in 20, and their pledge 
hazing was so rough that about 10 of those usually were forced to quit.  
  
And now PKU had invited her and a few other select high school 
seniors to come over to the sorority house for a weekend to see if they 
were right for Pi Kappa Upsilon. There would be no hazing, the letter 
said, just a friendly, low-key get-together. If the coeds of PKU liked 
her, she would have an automatic spot in the pledge class the following 
year when she enrolled at the University of Texas. (Although beautiful, 
rich and popular, Tiffany didn't have good enough grades to go to a 
private college.) 
  
The school year had started at Daniels High School in Beverly, Texas 
(named after Tiffany and Stephanie's grandfather, Godfrey Daniels), and 
Stacy was reveling in her senior year. She was captain of the 
cheerleader squad, rich, envied, a bit of a snobby bitch, and 
impossibly good- looking. Five foot seven, 115 pounds, a curvy, nubile 
body with large, ripe, firm tits and luscious long legs, blonde hair 
and blue eyes. Everyone compared her to the tennis star Anna Kournikova 
- maybe it was that I-dare-you-to-fuck-me-but you-can't expression she 
always wore. It was  a comparison Tiffany was tired of, but which 
secretly thrilled her. When boys told her that, she knew they just 
wanted to get her naked, to fuck her, all slick and juicy and  ... 
  
  Stop, goddamn it, Tiffany ordered herself. Enough with the sex! If 
you're ever going to get your life back on track, you're going to have 
to put the past behind you and re-establish yourself as the top dog at 
Daniels, the Alpha Female, the Babe Who Takes No Prisoners. 
  
    Tiffany's immediate past was the problem. In her junior year, she 
had been caught cheating on a test and had been blackmailed by two 
teachers and the high school principal, Mr. White, who even brought the 
school janitor in on the games. She had been abused, degraded and 
humiliated, her pussy filled with nasty ants, her clothes torn, forced 
to appear topless at a shopping mall and finally forced to give 
blowjobs to an entire visiting basketball team at the homecoming game. 
Then, just as she thought she was free of their game called "Toying 
With Tiffany," her nasty little sister set her up, betrayed her, with 
her 13-year-old cousin Matt and his friends, and she had spent the 
weekend being raped and hurt by a bunch of snotty young punks. 
  
But all that was over now. She had turned 17 in mid-summer, and when 
she had returned to school two weeks ago, no one had mentioned the 
events of last year. Thank God for short attention spans, Tiffany 
thought!  
  
  But oh, that 17th birthday. It had been possibly thr worst day of her 
life, and she had known some pretty lousy days in the preceding months. 
She couldn't help recalling that hellish day. 
  
  It had been a Saturday, and Stephanie had awakened her about 10 a.m. 
"Come on, sis, I want to take you to the mall and get you a birthday 
present," Steph had said. Of course, when Stephanie said she wanted to 
take Tiffany to the mall, what she really meant was Tiffany would drive 
little Stephie. But that was OK, the beautiful teenager thought as she 
rose, because Stephanie had not been nearly as rough on her as Tiffany 
had thought she would be after the incident with her cousin and his 
friends. 
  
Tiffany got ready, pulling on jeans and a T-shirt, fixing her hair and 
makeup, downing a couple of cups of coffee as she primped. "Come on, 
come on, let's go," Stephanie begged. Tiffany told her she needed to 
use the bathroom before they left, but Stephanie ratcheted up her 
pleading to go now, immediately, and she told Tiffany that she could 
use the restroom when they got to the mall. Tiffany decided she didn't 
really need to go all that bad, and the two girls took off the the 
shopping mall. 
  
"Park over there next to Penny's," Stephanie said when they pulled into 
the parking lot. Tiffany figured it had something to do with her 
birthday, although she hoped Stephanie wasn't going to buy her 
something from JC Pennys. She wouldn't be caught dead in such a 
declasse store, let alone wearing something from the store. 
  
Tiffany wheeled her Miata into a parking space and turned off the 
ignition. She felt, rather than saw, a shadow behind her, blocking the 
sun. When she turned and looked back, she saw a huge black Lincoln 
Navigator SUV, and her stomach did a flip-flop. She knew that van. It 
was Roger White's. Stephanie had set her up! 
  
"You fucking bitch! You set me up! On my fucking birthday!" Tiffany 
screamed at her younger sister, who just smiled a sweet, innocent 
little smirk back at her. Tiffany heard a rapping at her window, and 
saw Roger White standing there. With his van blocking her in, there was 
no escape, so she rolled down the window. 
  
"Happy birthday, Tiffany!" Mr. White exclaimed. "Stephie here tells me 
you're 17 today. One of my favorite songs is that old Beatles song, you 
know? And he began to sing in a leering tone of voice: 
  
  "Well she was just 17, 
You know what I mean ...." 
  
"Yup, I know what he means, Tiffany," White continued. "Stephie thought 
up a little present she wanted to give you for your birthday, but she 
needed my help to pull it off." 
  
"Go away," Tiffany said coldly. "We had a deal. I gave you Stephie to 
be your little sex slave, and you were gonna leave me alone. Remember?  
  
"And I have," White replied. "But you and Stephie had a deal, that you 
would be HER sex slave. So Stephie, why don't you start telling your 
older sister what you want. Or else I can leave and start mailing out 
copies of that great video we made of you, Tiff. First one to dad at 
work, second one to mom at home, third one to grandma and grandpa..."  
  
"OK! OK! OK!" Tiffany said. She felt sick. And it didn't help that she 
needed to pee. 
  
"Here, this will settle your stomach," White said, and he pulled a 7-11 
Big Gulp from behind his back and gave it to Tiffany. 
  
"No thanks," Tiffany said. 
  
"Take it, sis," ordered Stephanie. "Take it and drink it all down, 
right here, right now. Or Grandpa will have a heart attack when he sees 
you giving rimjobs on that video." 
  
The sweet young cheerleader reluctantly took the drink and began 
sipping it. White and Stephie watched, and she drank and drank. It 
seemed like it would never end, but finally she finished all 40 ounces 
of the massive cola. 
  
"OK, let's go, sis," said Stephanie, and the three of them - Tiffany 
and Stephanie Daniels and Roger White - walked into the mall. The two 
co- conspirators stopped in front of a store called Teazers that 
specialized in upscale, trendy clothes for girls, the sort of place she 
might shop, Tiffany thought, if she was a slut. 
  
"Your birthday present is that you get to make your modeling debut," 
Stephie told her. "Have you ever seen those real mannequins in store 
windows? They hire people to stand in the front window and stand 
perfectly still without moving. It draws a crowd to the store. Well, 
Mr. White talked to the manager of Teazers and told him he had a 
beautiful model who would work for free on a Saturday afternoon. And 
guess what - you're it!" 
  
On the scale of torments that White and her sister could have come up 
with in a mall, Tiffany thought this wasn't that bad. "Alright," she 
told them, "I'll do it one two conditions. First, that's all I'm doing 
today at the mall. Second, I really, really have to go to the bathroom 
first. My bladder is about to burst!" 
  
"Tiffy sweetheart," Steph told her sweetly, "you're not making the 
conditions. We are. You can go to the bathroom after you're done 
modeling. Now let's get you dressed!" she added cheerfully.  
  
Stephanie got the clothes White had reserved, and the two sisters went 
into the dressing room. "Strip!" Stephanie ordered, and soon Tiffany 
stood meekly naked. The first thing Stephanie did was pull out a 
lipstick and smear it onto Tiffany's luscious lips - a bright, whorish 
scarlet. Then the younger girl dabbed the lipstick lightly onto 
Tiffany's nipples, which were starting to stand up like little pencil 
erasers in the cold dressing room. 
  
"Stop that!" Tiffany hissed. 
  
"If you don't shut up and follow orders exactly," Stephanie replied 
calmly, I'm gonna have Mr. White go get you another Big Gulp." That was 
all it took for Tiffany to submit. 
  
Stephie then pulled two small dildoes out of her purse, along with a 
jar of cold cream. She dipped one dildo in the cream, and pushed it up 
into Tiffany's tender young pussy. It was short but wide, and Stephanie 
kept pushing until the end of the vibrator wil flush with Tiffany's 
pink labia. Then Stephie pushed a button on the end, and the pink 
rubber invader began to vibrate inside her! 
  
Tiffany bit her lip, knowing that she couldn't protest. Stephanie 
repeated the process with a slightly smaller vibrator up inside 
Tiffany's rectum, pushing it in so that no part protruded. Once both 
vibrators were buzzing away merrily inside Tiffany, her sister have her 
a pair of white cotton panties which she put on, followed by a very, 
very short white miniskirt. The blouse Stephanie gave her was white, 
but very sheer; as Tiffany held it to the light, she could see right 
through it. She knew that once it was on, her breasts would be 
completely visible to everyone, and the nipples, covered with bright 
red lipstick, would be screaming for the crowd's attention. To finish 
the ensemble, Stephanie gave her a pair of white stiletto heels that 
must have been 5 inches high. 
  
"Oh, God, Stephanie, please, I can't, I just can't," Tiffany began to 
babble, but her sadistic little sister cut her short by pressing one 
hand against Tiffany's bladder and smiling. The pressure on her bladder 
suddenly made her need to urinate excruciating. The cheerleader got the 
message. 
  
Walking through Teazers was hell for Tiffany, dressed in such a slutty 
outfit. Stephanie led her to the display window, and helped her climb 
in, then climbed in after her. All that was in the window was a large 
white box made of wood, a cube about two feet high. "Climb up," 
Stephanie ordered. Tiffany started to sit on the cube, but Stephanie 
began to pose her just the ways she wanted. 
  
When she was done being posed like a store mannequin, Tiffany looked 
out through the window. She was squatting on top of the box, facing 
outward. Her knees had been placed wide apart, so that her white 
panties were on display. The squatting position in the high heels was 
terribly uncomfortable. Her balance was precarious and she felt as if 
she would tip over if she wasn't careful. Already her legs were 
beginning to ache. And of course, her bladder was somewhat squished by 
the awkward pose, which made her desire to piss even more urgent! 
  
  And all the while, the vibrators in her pussy and asshole were 
buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. The cold cream had started to heat up after 
all that contact with Tiffany's warm, moist, inner membranes, and the 
double- stuffing was starting to actually feel pretty sexy, Tiffany 
admitted to herself grudgingly. 
  
"Now here's the deal, sis," Stephanie said. "You have to hold this pose 
for one hour. You are not allowed to move. If you move, other than to 
blink, I will add five minutes to your time. If you stand up, or even 
try to stand up, I'll add an hour to your time. See ya." 
  
Before she left the window, Stephanie pressed Play on a small CD boom 
box that White had put in the window, and adjusted the volume so that 
it wouldn't be heard in the store or out in the mall. Tiffany heard a 
song she had never heard before start to play. 
  
  "Relax don't do it 
  When you want to go to it 
    Relax don't do it 
  When you want to come." 
  
  The beautiful schoolgirl's cheeks burned with fury at her sister and 
humiliation at her predicament. Everyone walking by could see her firm, 
ripe 36C breasts jutting forth in the sheer top, and the bright red 
nipples that crowned them. Her legs were splayed wide, exposing her 
panties. 
  
The teenaged boys started gathering first. Tiffany looked out and saw 
three or four standing at the window staring at her. Then one left and 
came back quickly, accompanied by six or seven more. Soon there were 
about 12 teenaged boys jostling for the best view at the window. 
Tiffany could see them pointing at her nipples and snickering to one 
another. Some would squat down lower to get an even better angle up her 
skirt at her exposed crotch. 
  
Her legs were killing her. The squatting position was terribly 
uncomfortable, even for a young cheerleader with resilient, well-
trained muscles. Her thighs ached, her calves burned, and even her 
Achilles tendons throbbed with pain. On top of that, there was the 
never-ending pressure in her bladder. To stop herself from peeing, 
Tiffany squeezed the muscles in her pussy, trying to keep her urethra 
closed. But when she squeezed those muscles, they clamped down on the 
little vibrator jammed up her twat, and that increased the tingling, 
sexy sensation it gave her.  
  
Soon some middle-aged men joined the boys out front. Some of the boys 
were adjusting the crotches, moving their erections inside their baggy, 
low-hanging jeans. They leered at her and made little kissing motions 
with their mouths. One boy left, then came back a few minutes later 
with one of those instant cameras they sell at drug stores. He started 
firing off flash pictures, leaning in close to frame Tiffany's white 
panties in one shot, her grimly contorted face in the next. The crowd 
laughed along with the young photographer. 
  
Stephanie had pushed Replay on the boom box, and the song kept 
repeating, over and over. 
  "Relax don't do it 
  When you want to come 
  When you want to come 
  Relax don't do it 
  When you want to to go to it 
  Relax don't do it 
  When you want to come." 
  
Tiffany realized that she did want to cum. The small vibrators up her 
ass and cunt were driving her mad now with their incessant 
stimulation, and the poor 16-year-old girl felt that an orgasm would be 
wonderful. But of course, she couldn't allow herself to do it, because 
if she came, even if she could keep from moving, it would probably 
unleash a torrent of urine streaming out of her. As bad as this was, 
the 
humiliation would be far worse. 
  
Lost in her reverie of misery, Tiffany inadvertently started to topple 
to one side, and put out a hand to catch herself. Looking up, she saw 
that Stephanie had pushed her way to the front of the throng outside 
the display window and held up a sign that read "Five more minutes 
added." Tiffany hated her sister at that moment, at the diabolical way 
she had set up this most public humiliation. 
  
"God, I need to pee," she thought. "God, I want to cum. God, I hate my 
sister. Pee, cum, sister. Pee, cum, sister." She felt feverish, dizzy, 
her legs were locked in pain and she might not even be able to stand up 
when she was finally released. 
  
Just then the song ("Relax," by Frankie Goes to Hollywood) stopped. 
Thank you, Jesus, Tiffany thought. But Stephanie popped into the store 
window and replaced it with another CD. "Half an hour down, 35 minutes 
to go," she told Tiffany cheerfully. "Here's something different to 
listen to." 
  
The CD began, and Tiffany heard the sound of rushing water. It 
sounded like a waterfall. But it didn't end. It went on and on, the 
gushing, rushing sound of water. Tiffany realized it was one of those 
relaxation CDs people buy to fall asleep by, nothing but recording of 
nature sounds that are supposed to be soothing. But this was the 
opposite of soothing. The sound of the flowing water, going on and on, 
made her need to pee so badly that tears came to her eyes. She wanted 
to clamp her knees together to keep herself from having an accident, 
wetting herself in front of the crowd of ugly, leering males, but she 
wasn't allowed to. Stephanie would just add more time if she did that, 
and she'd never get to a bathroom. 
  
Two black teenagers had joined the crowd and pushed to the front. They 
eyeballed Tiffany openly, wide grins on their faces. Tiffany saw them 
reach down to their crotches to touch themselves, but rather than doing 
it subtly like some of the other boys did, the two brazenly rubbed 
their hard-ons through their pants. Tiffany could see the enormous 
bulges, and couldn't help but think of Old Joe Black, the school 
janitor, with his massive cock that had made her cum over and over. 
  
The minutes ticked by, slower and slower. Her back ached as well as her 
legs, which were now sheer agony. She thought her bladder would 
explode, literally, killing her and drenching the window display in her 
hot piss. Oh God, she prayed silently, please let this end. I can't 
stand it. The CD gurgled and burbled, tormenting her with the sound of 
free- flowing water. 
  
Finally, when the Anna Kournikova lookalike was ready to say Fuck it 
and take her chances just bolting from the display window and running 
through the mall, Stephanie popped in. "Time's up, sis. Nice job. You 
sure drew a crowd of appreciative shoppers. Would you like to stay 
another hour?" 
  
"No! God, no. Help me up, Stephanie. I don't know if I can stand." The 
14-year-old slut helped her older sister up, and Tiffany's joints 
screamed as they unbent from their tortured position. She climbed out 
of the display window and without saying a word to Stephanie ran out of 
Teazers, still wearing the store''s clothes, and sprinted through the 
mall on her high heels, looking for a rest room. People stopped and 
stared at the beautiful teenager, her large breasts bobbing like mad 
inside the transparent top, as she ran. 
  
A few minutes later, she had peed, removed the two vibrators, and 
changed back into her jeans and T-shirt at Teazers. It felt so good to 
have an empty bladder and be done with her public humiliation that she 
didn't even blink when Roger White told her he was horny from watching 
her and that he needed a blow job once they got to his van in the 
parking lot. The tormented youngster took out her principal's cock and 
engulfed it with her moist mouth, and sucked and jacked the older man 
in the back seat of the Lincoln Navigator as if she were a porno star. 
He shot reams of hot salty spunk into the back of her throat while 
holding her head in his hands, and Tiffany Daniels dutifully swallowed 
it all down, while her little sister watched. 
  
  The entire memory of that day had taken just a few moments to flash 
through Tiffany's mind as she drove. As awful as it had been, it was 
over, and behind her. She was getting away from Beverly, where there 
were too many people who lived to torment and abuse her, and headed for 
Pi Kappa Upsilon, where she could spend a weekend where no one knew her 
sordid past. 
  
  
  
  Tiffany turned off the Interstate and followed the map they had sent 
her through Austin and onto the campus, and soon found herself outside 
the Pi Kappa Upsilon house, an incredible mansion with large white 
pillars on the front. Classes had only started the week before, but the 
house was full of girls on a Friday afternoon at 5 o'clock, a 
collection of the most ravishing, heart-breaking (and in some cases, 
ball-breaking) college coeds ever assembled under one roof. Tiffany 
stood in the foyer as the older girls streamed past, ignoring her. 
  
"Hello?" she said, nervously. "Hi, I'm Tiffany..."  
 

CHAPTER TWO 
  
THE 0NE WITH THE TRUTH OR DARE 
  
  
A brunette in a tight tank top and soccer shorts strolled past, inches 
away from Tiffany, and didn't even turn to look at her. The schoolgirl 
couldn't know it, but this was the way the girls of Pi Kappa Upsilon 
treated virtually everyone they didn't know - as if they didn't exist. 
It was completely possible that Ben Affleck and Leo DiCaprio could have 
walked in naked and the girls of PKU would barely have sniffed.  
  
Finally an older coed came down the staircase and greeted her. "Hi, I'm 
Amy, I'm in charge of the seniors weekend. You must be one of our 
visiting high school seniors." Amy was short, a red-head, with a 
perfect body and the kind of tan you only got spending several hundred 
dollars in a salon. Tiffany knew she was in the right place: Snob 
Heaven. 
  
"Hi, I'm Tiffany Daniels from Beverly," she said, relieved to finally 
have her presence acknowledged. "What a beautiful house you have." 
  
"Thanks. We like it. Welcome to PKU. Grab your bag and follow me." She 
walked back up the winding staircase, and Tiffany grabbed her Gucci 
overnighter and purse and followed dutifully. At the top, Amy opened a 
door and ushered Tiffany into a room where two other girls were sitting 
on a twin bed. 
  
  "This is Andy and this is Porsche," she said. "They're also visiting 
seniors like you. It's just you three here with us this weekend."  
  
"Portia like the Shakespeare character?" Tiffany asked, glad that she 
had paid attention in English Lit. 
  
"No, Porsche like the car. My daddy named me," said the teenager, who 
was every bit as beautiful as Tiffany. 
  
Amy left the three high school seniors alone, and they got down to 
nervous chatter. They quickly found out that all three were the 
uncrowned princesses of their respective high schools, but they all 
admitted, gratefully to one another, that being here at the most 
coveted sorority in all of Texas made them really, really nervous. 
  
  They decided that dressing up couldn't hurt their image, and soon all 
three were pulling nice dresses out of their luggage. Andy wore a short 
sundress with a floral print, Porsche a crisp white blouse and black 
miniskirt, and Tiffany a black knee-length dress with a slit all the 
way up one side exposing her right thigh, as was the fashion of the 
moment. The dress fit her curvy, rounded figure very tightly, 
provocatively even, clinging to the  mounds of her breasts and the 
swell of her teenaged hips, but since this was a weekend for girls 
only, she wasn't worried about turning on any guys and having them come 
on to her. 
  
  Soon they were called for dinner, and after dinner was finished, Amy 
stood up at the long table in the dining room. "I'd like to welcome our 
three visitors to Pi Kappa Upsilon tonight," she began. "This is Andy, 
and this is Tiffany, and this is Porsche. Everyone please make these 
girls at home, and be as nice as you know how to be. Keep in mind these 
girls are all still in high school, and for all we know may still be 
virgins!" 
  
At this last comment, the 30 girls in the dining room burst into 
laughter. Tiffany blushed, as did Andy and Porsche, and all three 
started to look around the room but then just looked down. They weren't 
used to having people mock them, and didn't like it one bit, but these 
coeds were so much older and more experienced. 
  
"In keeping with tradition, let's break out some wine and all go into 
the game room for a nice round of Truth or Dare," said Amy above the 
clamor, and the sorority sisters all strenuously agreed. Tiffany 
thought that a little wine would be nice to calm her down, but she 
really wasn't wild about playing Truth or Dare with a bunch of college 
girls. That game could dangerous enough among schoolgirls, but she had 
a feeling this bunch might play for slightly higher stakes. 
  
The sorority girls left the dinner for the staff to clean up and 
gathered in the game room, a huge, high-ceilinged room full of couches, 
love seats and chairs. A pool table was behind one couch, and along one 
wall was a line of video games and pinball machines. The girls all sat 
on couches, and beckoned Tiffany, Andy and Porsche to sit down on three 
folding chairs, the least comfortable chairs in the room. It occurred 
to Tiffany that even though the coeds were being nice on the surface, 
they never missed a chance to put the high school girls in their place.  
  
"Before we begin, let me explain to our three newcomers here about the 
rules of Truth or Dare, even if they've played before. We play for 
real, not for funsies. If you say you'll take a dare, you will take 
that dare no matter what. I don't care if the Dare is to stand in a 
bucket of water and stick your finger in a light socket, you'll do it. 
Same with the Truth. If you say you'll tell the truth, you'll tell the 
truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. 
  
  "Now what happens if you don't? It's simple. If you refuse a dare, or 
if you are caught lying, you will be asked to leave immediately. You 
will be blackballed from Pi Kappa Upsilon forever. Not only will we 
blackball you from this house, but we will let the word get around to 
our sister houses here on campus that you are either a coward or a 
liar, that basically you don't have the right stuff to be a sorority 
sister. Maybe one of the Loser Houses will take you in, the ones that 
have a 10 p.m. curfew and all the girls have 3.5 averages. These are 
the ones that the guys on campus refer to as "Kennels," because the 
girls are all dogs.  
  
  "So!" Amy took a breath after her speech. "Are you girls ready to 
play?" And she fixed a piercing stare on Tiffany, Andy and Porsche, as 
did the other girls of PKU. 
  
Tiffany wasn't sure what her two new friends were feeling, but she was 
terrified. They'd said there wouldn't be any hazing on this weekend, 
and while this didn't really qualify as hazing, it sure wasn't relaxing 
and friendly, either. There was an ugly, taunting tone to the evening, 
and Tiffany didn't like it, but what could she do? What choice did she 
have? If she said she didn't want to play, she knew she would instantly 
be branded as a weenie, a fraidy-cat, and probably blackballed. She 
took a sip of white wine from the glass in front of her, then another 
bigger sip, and then drained the large glass, for courage. She would 
play, and let them throw at her what they would! 
  
  "I'll go first," said one of the sisters. She rose from the couch, 
and Tiffany saw she was an Amazon, a six-foot-tall blonde who obviously 
worked out. She was poured into a tight red minidress, and her bare 
legs seemed to go on forever. 
  
"Porsche," said the Amazon, "the girl who's named for a car." The PKU 
sisters all snickered. "Truth or dare." 
  
"Uh, truth," stammered Porsche nervously. Tiffany was at least glad to 
see she wasn't the only one who was anxious. 
  
"OK," said the tall coed. "Little Missie Porsche, please tell is about 
the first blow job you ever gave to a boy. In detail. Including whether 
you swallowed." 
  
  "Oh, God," whispered Porsche. She had turned beet red, blushing from 
shame. Tiffany was so glad it wasn't her. 
  
"Uh, OK, uh, uh, the first blow job I ever gave ..." 
  
"Why don't you stand up at attention while you tell us all?" suggested 
the Amazon with a cruel smile, reveling in the high school girls' 
discomfort. Porsche stood. 
  
  "The first blow job I ever gave was to this guy I liked when I was a 
freshman. His name was Tommy, and we weren't really dating or anything, 
but he was over at my house studying one night, and my parents weren't 
home, and he started giving me a back rub, and then we started making 
out. And before I knew it he had his fly unzipped and he pulled out 
his, uh, his thing, and started begging me to kiss it. And I, like, 
kind of liked him, and so I did, and then he told me to put my mouth 
around it, and I did it, and he started moaning and going Oh yeah, 
baby, suck that cock, suck it baby, and so I did, and pretty soon he 
started shooting his, uh, stuff, you know, into my mouth, and it was 
really gross, so I tried to get my head back but he was holding me in 
place. So when he was done, like cumming, you know, he let my head go 
and I spit all his stuff out. And he thanked me and said that was 
really great, and so every night he wanted to come over and study, but 
what he really wanted was to come over and get, you know, a blow job, 
and I gave him a few but I decided I was better than that and stopped, 
and we kind of broke up."  
  
Porsche was huffing and puffing when she finished and Tiffany 
thought she was going to cry. The girls of PKU broke into applause, 
though, loud and sustained, and Porsche's sad face instantly broke into 
a big grin. She had pleased them! She had done well! 
  
  The game continued. One of the coeds said she would do a dare, and 
she was dared to take her underpants off, stuff them into her mouth, 
and sit like that for the rest of the evening. She obeyed, to general 
laughter. Another girl said she'd go for truth, and was asked if she'd 
ever had sex with a professor to get a better grade, and told a story 
that was much more coherent, and much sexier, than Porsche's. Tiffany 
found herself getting turned on, and also getting a little drunk as she 
finished off her second large glass of wine. 
    Another dare, from one sorority sister, was to strip stark naked, 
go out on the front yard of the PKU House, and do jumping jacks for 
five minutes while yelling "Look at me! Look at me!" The victim 
protested a little, but then stripped off her jeans, shirt and 
underwear and ran out the front door. The girls all gathered at the 
windows and watched her, naked and jumping, her breasts bouncing and 
jiggling like mad, as cars slowed down in the street and honked their 
horns and college boys hooted at her. 
  
God, thought Tiffany, there is no way I could possibly do that.  
  
Back in the room, Amy spoke up. "Tiffany, your turn. Truth or Dare."  
  
With the image of the naked girl outside on display and all the boys 
yelling at her, Tiffany blurted out: "Truth!" 
  
"Very good," said Amy. "Tell us how you lost your virginity."  
  
Tiffany paused. She knew exactly how she had lost her virginity - she 
had been raped by her 13-year-old cousin Matthew a few months ago in 
his backyard while his gross little friends held her down and taunted 
her. That had been the first dick that had ever been inside her pussy. 
How could she possibly tell these strangers that she had not only been 
raped, but by her own cousin? She couldn't. She just couldn't. No one 
would know if she made up a convincing story, so Tiffany took a breath 
and began: 
  
  "I lost my virginity to my boyfriend last year when we were juniors. 
He was on the football team and I'm a cheerleader, and after we won the 
Homecoming game we went out with some friends and we were drinking." 
Yeah, thought Tiffany, this is sounding good. "Then when he drove me 
home, my parents weren't home so I asked him to come on in, and he did, 
and we were a little tipsy, and before you know it, we were upstairs in 
my bed, and we did it." 
  
"More details, please!" said Amy. 
  
"OK, uh, it hurt a little bit but not too much," Tiffany improvised. "I 
was wet cause he'd gone down on me, and I was really horny. I was 
scared but I really wanted him to. And he came and I came and afterward 
he told me that he loved me and he'd never forget this night."  
  
  
Tiffany was quiet. So was the room. There was no spontaneous 
applause like there had been for Porsche. 
  
  "BRAAAAATT!" It was Amy, making a sound like a game-show buzzer, the 
kind that signals when you've given a wrong answer. "Ladies of PKU, I'm 
afraid that our guest, Miss Tiffany Daniels, has told a lie during 
Truth or Dare!" The announcement was greeted with an angry buzz from 
the other girls. 
  
Tiffany blushed, and knew that somehow she had been caught. But she had 
no choice but to bluff her way through. "No, that's the truth!" she 
yelped, her voice high with anxiety. 
  
  "Oh is it now?" retorted Amy. "Before you arrived, a letter came to 
this house. It was from your sister, Stephanie, and it spelled out, in 
great detail, your sexual adventures over the last few months. We all 
particularly liked the bit where the black janitor fucked you up the 
ass in the school cafeteria!" The room exploded with mocking, derisive 
laughter, as Tiffany hung her head in shame. Andy and Porsche, not 
wanting to be associated with her, moved away subtly. 
  
  "Oh, God, no, it's not what you think," pleaded Tiffany. "I was 
drugged, and I was blackmailed. These men used me. I didn't want to. 
And then my cousin and his friends did the same, cause they had the 
video to blackmail me with. It's not my fault!" 
  
"And we might have understood," Amy fired back. "But the fact remains 
that you lied during Truth or Dare. AND NO PI KAPPA UPSILON EVER LIES 
TO HER SISTERS, YOU SNOTTY LITTLE BITCH!" Suddenly Amy was shouting at 
her, and Tiffany felt she was about to burst into tears. 
  
"Girls, I think it's time we sent Tiffany Lying Bitch Daniels packing 
back to her podunk little high school. And we'll tell every sorority on 
campus what happened here tonight. All in favor?"  
  
"No!" shouted Tiffany. "Please don't. Please! I'll do anything. How can 
I make it up to you?" 
  
  The game room was silent. "Hmm," said Amy. "An interesting offer. 
Ladies, she says she'll do anything to get back in our good graces. I 
think there's a certain object that needs retrieving, and maybe our 
little Tiffany is just the person to retrieve it." Several coeds 
giggled and nudged one another. 
  
"What do you want me to do?" Tiffany asked nervously.  
  
"We want you to steal a fraternity paddle," said Amy. Tiffany noticed 
several college girls high-fiving each other as she said it. "It hangs 
in the kitchen of the Rho Alpha Tau house, which is just two blocks 
down the street. We have a little ongoing rivalry with the Rho Alpha 
Taus, or the RATs as everyone on campus calls them. And if we could get 
their paddle to display on our homecoming float, it would be the talk 
of the Greeks!" Several girls applauded. 
  
"I... I don't know," said Tiffany. "It sounds kinda dangerous. What if 
they catch me trying to steal their paddle?" 
  
"We'll take care of that, girlfriend," said Amy, who was becoming more 
chummy by the minute. "We'll create a diversion by getting all the RATs 
out of the RAT-house. Then you sneak in the back door, grab the paddle 
off the wall of the kitchen, and run back here. You'll be guaranteed a 
place in Pi Kappa Upsilon, and we'll even let you sit on the throne on 
the homecoming float. That's an honor that usually goes to a senior." 
  
  Tiffany was torn. She wanted so badly to be accepted, and not to be 
blackballed by every sorority on campus. But the thought of sneaking 
into a fraternity house at night to steal their paddle terrified her. 
She knew if she were caught .... No, she couldn't let herself think 
about what would happen if she got caught. 
  
  "I'll do it," she said with fake bravery. "But you have to get all 
the frat boys out of the house." 
  
  "That will be the easiest part," said Amy, and she picked up a 
cordless phone. After punching in a few numbers, she said in a 
seductive little schoolgirl voice, "Hello, RAT house? This is Amy 
Clarke at Pi Kappa Upsilon. Who's this? Hi, Randy. Nice name, by the 
way, and kind of a coincidence, Randy. See, we were sitting around this 
evening and feeling kind of randy ourselves. Probably drank too many 
margaritas." Amy giggled, the continued. "Anyway, we were sitting here 
getting smashed, and some of us changed into out nighties, and we were 
wanting a little male company, and somebody suggested calling you RATs, 
but then somebody else said you guys were all a bunch of faggots." 
  
Amy paused. "What? You're not a bunch of faggots? Really? Well gee, 
Randy, how could we prove that? You're coming over? Yeah, sure, you 
guys can come over. Bring the whole house. Make it in about 10 minutes. 
I'll try to make sure nobody gets naked before you get here. Bye-bye, 
loverboy." 
  
She hung up, and the room again exploded in wild laughter. "Well, that 
was easy enough," Amy snickered. "OK, all the pledges, start locking 
the doors and putting plywood up at the windows. When those RATS get 
here they're gonna be sporting hard-ons like battering rams, and God 
forbid those scuz-buckets actually get in. Tiffany, come in with me, 
fast!"  
  
Without thinking, Tiffany followed Amy up the stairs, two at a time, 
into Amy's room. The older girl whipped out a nightgown and said, 
"Here, put this on!" 
  
"Why?" asked Tiffany. "Why do I have to wear a nightgown to steal a 
fraternity paddle?" 
  
"How about because I fucking said so!?!" Amy snarled. "You're not 
exactly in a position to negotiate. Now put the nightgown on or when 
the RAT boys show up, we'll throw you out the front door naked. It'll 
be like throwing a pork chop into a kennel!" 
  
Trembling, confused, desperate to make things right, Tiffany 
stripped off her dress and put the white nightgown on, never even 
taking her sandals off  In her haste,. she didn't even notice how thin 
the nightie was, how it bordered on transparent if the light was right. 
Her opaque bra was clearly visible underneath, as were her white cotton 
panties. 
  Amy pulled her by the hand back down the stairs and out the back door 
of the PKU house. Together they ran through the back yards of several 
frat and sorority houses, till Amy stopped. "This is it, the RAT 
house," she said. "There's the door. Wait till you hear them leave and 
oh! There they are!" 
  
Tiffany could hear whoops and hollers coming from the front as the 
fraternity boys poured out of the house, headed toward PKU. 
  
"Do it!" said Amy, and shoved Tiffany. 
  
The high school girl ran for the door, flung it open, and found herself 
in a dark room. She groped for a lightswitch, found one, and flicked it 
on. It was the kitchen. And there, on the wall, hung a long wooden 
paddle with the Greek letters Rho Alpha Tau burned into it. This was 
going to be easy, she thought. She was going to do it! 
  
Tiffany stood on tiptoe and pulled the paddle down off the nail. She 
tucked it under her arm and turned. 
  
"Hold it right there!" said a voice. A male voice. Tiffany whirled and 
saw five fraternity brothers, big, hulking young men in cut-off jeans 
and T-shirts, standing in the doorway. 
  
"Where do you think you're going, sweetie?" 
  
Tiffany started to run, but the boys were quicker. They leaped 
forward and grabbed her instantly, wrenching the paddle from her hands 
and pinning her arms behind her back. Tiffany struggled, but the 
violent shaking of her body did not dislodge the iron grip on her arms. 
Instead, it just made her impressive young breasts sway violently from 
side to side, which all the frat boys noticed. 
  
  "A.J., this little cunt was stealing our paddle," said one guy.  
  
"Fuckin' A, Howie, I think she needs a lesson." 
  
"I think she needs more than a lesson, Nick. I think she needs a little 
kielbasa injection." 
  
"Dudes, hold it a second," said A.J. "The bros are gonna be back sooner 
or later. The question on the floor is: Do we want to share Little Miss 
Paddle-Thief with 20 other guys, or just keep her for ourselves?"  
  
"Please, just let me go," begged Tiffany." 
  
"Not an option, cutie-pie," said A.J. "But I'm negotiating in your best 
interest, as to whether you get gang-banged by five guys or 25 guys. So 
shut up and pay attention, cunt." 
  
"How do we keep her for ourselves?" asked Kevin. 
  
"Easy, dudes," said A.J. "Road trip!" 
  
'ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP!" the five RATs chanted. 
  
  "Brian, go fire up the RAT-mobile," ordered A.J. "Kevin, go get that 
Mason jar on the shelf in the pledge room, you know the one I mean. 
It's road trip time, guys. Just the five of us and little miss.. what's 
your name, Paddle-Thief?" 
  
"Tiffany. Tiffany Daniels. Please, my daddy is very rich and if you'll 
let me go now, I could get some of his money, a lot of money..."  
  
"That's enough, Tiffany. I got my whole life to make money. Tonight, 
I'm gonna paddle me some sweet ass till it's as raw as hamburger, and 
then I'm gonna fuck me some sweet pussy till it's as as raw as your 
ass. And then when I'm done, it'll be Nick's turn. Then Brian, then 
Howie, then Nick. We're goin' on a road trip, baby!" 
  
A.J. grabbed a full bottle of tequila off the kitchen table, then 
opened a drawer and pulled out a Ziploc bag that Tiffany knew was full 
of marijuana. 
  
  Tiffany shuddered, terrified. She was alone, clad in only a thin 
nightgown, being manhandled and threatened by five strong, hormone- 
driven, pumped-up young men. 
  
And the night, like Tiffany, was young.


CHAPTER THREE 
  
  
THE 0NE WITH THE REEFER 
  
"Please don't do this. Please don't do this," Tiffany said over and 
over, numbly. 
  
"Let's get her naked!" yelled Howie, and there was a chorus of 
agreement. Tiffany felt the nightie being lifted roughly over her head. 
Her bra was unsnapped and pulled away, and she was ordered to step out 
of her panties or face a severe paddling on the spot. She obeyed, 
petrified.  
  
"Dudes, hold it," said A.J. "Let's hang on just a sec. You, stand as 
still as a statue," he ordered Tiffany. "If you move a muscle, I won't 
just paddle your ass, I'll use the handle to fuck your ass."  
  
He pulled the other four - Nick, Brian, Howie and Kevin, a few feet 
aside. 
  
"Let's not get carried away," he said in a low voice. "I'm really not 
into raping this chick. That's a little harsh. On the other hand, if we 
give her enough tequila and reefer, maybe she'll get so fucked up that 
she'll do us willingly. Then, God forbid, if something happens and this 
gets out, we'll say she wanted it, and we can pass a lie detector. 
Agreed?" 
  
The other RAT members nodded. Not the brightest boys on the nuances of 
the law, it sounded like a good plan to them. 
  
"So let's stop treating her like shit, but still take her along with 
us, and we'll all get some pussy, and everything will be cool. OK?" The 
others nodded again. 
  
They turned as a group to the cowering teenager, who had not moved. 
"Let's go for a ride, sweetie," Kevin said nicely. They gave her back 
her nightgown, but not her underwear, formed a mass of horny male flesh 
around her, and walked as a group to the car. 
  
  
  The RAT-mobile was a 1982 Cadillac Seville, its lemon-yellow paint 
job peeling badly. It was one ugly car. 
  
Kevin pushed her into the backseat of the Cadillac. A.J., who 
appeared to be the leader of the group, got behind the wheel, with Nick 
and Brian in the front seat with him. Kevin and Howie got into the 
backseat with Tiffany, sitting on either side of her, so the poor 
teenaged schoolgirl was sandwiched in the middle between the two beefy 
young men. Instantly, Tiffany thought of another car trip long ago, 
when Roger White, her principal, had driven her to the mall, and other 
men from the school had trapped her in the backseat and taken horrible 
liberties with her, playing with her and teasing her. She knew, with a 
sinking feeling of nausea, that history was due to repeat itself.  
  
"You know who she looks like?" asked A.J,.  "She looks like that tennis 
playing chick." 
  
  "Hingis?" said Nick. 
  
"No, not Hingis, that Ann chick." 
  
"Venus Williams?" said Nick. 
  
"Venus Williams is black, you fuckin moron," said A.J.. "Anna 
Kournikova. She looks like Anna Kournikova." 
  
"More like Anna Horny-kova" said Howie. "And speakin' of horny, I've 
got some wood that's about to bust my jockeys. How about if I get Miss 
Tiffany Horny-kova here to put a lip lock on my love muscle while we 
drive?" He unzipped his jeans shorts and hauled out his erection, and 
Tiffany gasped. Please, God, this wasn't happening to her."  
  
"Hang on, Howie," said A.J. "First let's do a little doobie together, 
get this road trip off to a good start." He was already driving away 
from the University of Texas fraternity row. Tiffany's car, and the 
girls of PKU, faded behind her as A.J. headed for the highway. Instead 
of taking the Interstate, he got on a two-lane road out of town, one 
that led to a state park about 30 minutes away. A.J. knew they could 
rent a cabin there for the night, and the cabin would be very, very 
private, with no one around to hear what was happening. If she wants to 
fuck, fine, thought A.J. If she gets all prissy and we have to get 
rough, no one will hear her screams. 
  
A.J. passed Howie the bag of dope, and he quickly rolled a fat bomb and 
lit it. The sweet, pungent smell of marijuana filled the car., Howie 
took a toke and passed it to Tiffany. 
  
"No thanks," she said. 
  
"Take it, Tiffany," A.J. said with a slight edge to his voice. "I don't 
want to hear the word 'No' or anything like it pass your lips again for 
the rest of the night. Now I can turn this car around and go to a 
police station and tell them how we caught you breaking and entering 
and trying to steal stuff. And that will be the truth. Would Mommy and 
Daddy like to come bail their girl out of jail tonight, and have her 
explain what she was doing breaking into a frat house in a see-through 
nightie? I don't think so. So we'll treat you nice, if you treat us 
nice, and by that I mean going along with whatever we say. You got 
that, you tasty little piece of ass?" 
  
"Yes, sir," Tiffany said meekly. She thought about bolting from the 
car, but it was moving and she was wedged in. The joint appeared at her 
lips and she obediently took it and inhaled. She had only tried pot a 
couple of times and she coughed. 
  
"Here, wet your throat down, it won't hurt so bad." A.J. passed the 
bottle of tequila back to Tiffany. She tried to take a tiny sip to 
appease A.J., but Howie put his hand on the bottom of the bottle as she 
tilted it up, and held it there, forcing her to swallow several large 
gulps of the fiery alcohol. 
  
The joint was passed and quickly returned to Tiffany, who toked it 
again, followed by another blast of tequila. After the reefer was 
smoked down, A.J. told his frat brothers that they weren't being 
hospitable enough, and that the next joint should be for Tiffany alone. 
Howei rolled it and lit and gave it to Tiffany. She wanted to throw it 
down and stamp it out, but she knew she was in way, way over her head 
with these boys, who could turn very nasty if they were crossed. She 
puffed away on the big joint, knocking back a few more shots of 
tequila. 
  
The guys were all laughing and talking loudly at this point, buzzed but 
not wasted. A.J. had been smart not to let them smoke the second joint: 
He wanted Tiffany Daniels blitzed out of her fucking mind, but he 
wanted his brothers to be able to function. 
  
"Can I ask a question?" Tiffany piped up. "How come you guys were sill 
inside the RAT house instead of going over to the PKU house?"  
  
"We're on in-house probation," explained Brian. "We fucked up, and our 
punishment was we weren't allowed to go to the PKU house with the 
others. But that's OK. It worked out for the best!" And everyone 
laughed hysterically. Tiffany surprised herself by starting to giggle 
as well.  
  
  The blonde schoolgirl had smoked more dope in the last 15 minutes of 
the road trip than she had smoked in the rest of her life put together, 
and she had downed considerably more tequila than she had ever had in 
one sitting. What she didn't know - what not even the RAT boys knew - 
was that the marijuana had been lightly dusted with methamphetamine. 
The laughter in the Cadillac increased, and AJ had to concentrate to 
keep the car in his lane. 
  
Tiffany felt more relaxed than she ever had. "What the fuck," she told 
herself, "I've been in worse spots than this. Call it an adventure, 
Tiff, and don't worry about it." Her body felt warm and tingly, even 
though she was clothed only in the thin cotton nightgown. Her bones 
felt as if they were made of rubber, and she noticed she had slid her 
butt down in the back seat, and in doing so, the shortie nightgown had 
ridden well up on her thighs, almost to her crotch. 
  
"Ooops," she giggled, ' 'scuse me, boys, I think I'm showin' a little 
too much here." She started to pull the hem down, but felt strong warm 
hands on her thighs. Instead of going down toward her knees, the 
nightgown was being pushed up to her waist! 
  
"Hey," she slurred, "what's goin' on? This nightie has a mind of its 
own!" This caused another outburst of laughter from everyone. Tiffany's 
heart was pounding; not from anxiety, but from the speed and the dope. 
She felt so good, and if her nightie had a mind of its own, so fuckin' 
what, she thought. 
  
Mere seconds later she felt the hands on her pussy, caressing the soft 
blonde pubic hair that grew there. She leaned her head back and closed 
her eyes. It felt nice, she thought, very nice. She heard the sound of 
a zipper, and then another. Her right hand was pulled in one direction, 
and her left hand was pulled in the other, and each hand encountered 
the same thing: a hot throbbing male erection jutting out of a zipper. 
  
A part of her brain told her this was wrong, that she was in danger, 
that no good could come of it, but it was no more meaningful to her 
than a note on the refrigerator back home from her mother. She sighed, 
and was glad when the male hands began to explore her pussy, pushing 
aside the labia. Finally, one finger found her love button, the 
glistening pink clitoris, and began to massage it gently. 
  
"Oohh, yeah, that's the spot," she moaned, not ever realizing she was 
speaking out loud. As if by magic, both of her hands seemed to be 
working up and down on the hard cocks on either side of her, gliding up 
and down the shafts. She heard the RAT boys moan and encourage her, and 
she felt she should encourage them, so she said again, "Oh, yeah, oh 
yeah, right there," as someone's finger - she didn't know whose - 
rubbed her clit in little circles. Her pussy was getting wetter and 
wetter, and hotter and hotter. She could also feel her nipples, and 
they felt so big, like theu were going to explode. They felt like they 
were pressing against the nightie, trying to push their way out into 
the open. The dicks she was jacking off were also getting hotter and 
hotter. But Tiffany was floating in a haze, almost a delirium, of drug-
induced ecstasy. 
  
The responsible part of her mind having shut down, Tiffany now 
focused on her own clit, which felt so good. Was she doing that to 
herself? She wasn't sure. She felt a mouth on a nipple, and knew she 
wasn't doing that. Then suddenly there was a blinding flash of light 
and she opened her eyes. 
  
  Brian was twisted around in the front seat of Caddy, aiming a camera 
into the back seat. He clicked the button again, and another flash 
exploded. The photos would probably be copied many times by the clerks 
at Photo Lab: Tiffany Daniels, sexy 17-year-old high school 
cheerleader, in the back seat of a car, her eyes closed in ecstasy, a 
nightgown bunched around her waist, her legs spread and her pussy 
exposed. A hand was on that pussy, and Tiffany's hands were jacking off 
the cocks of Howie and Kevin on either side of her. 
  
"Hey! Cut it out!" Tiffany hollered. It wasn't so much the fear of 
having the photos in circulation, which barely occurred to the drunk 
and drug-addled teenager, as it was having the mood spoiled. Everything 
had been so dark and warm and sexy and then the light had ruined it. 
But the light was gone, so she closed her eyes again and began 
mindlessly working on the dicks. 
  
  "Let's get some tunes," said A.J., and he turned on the radio and 
began twisting the knob to find a station. After several seconds of 
static and snatches of country music, a bopping beat filled the Caddy:  
  
  "Well she's sexy and seventeen 
  My little rock-roll queen 
  Acts a little bit obscene 
  Gotta let off a little steam 
  Dig that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind."  
  
In the backseat, Tiffany started bobbing her head up and down. She 
recognized the tune, vaguely, as being by that group that Brian Setzer 
used to be in before he did "Jump Jive and Wail" for the Gap TV 
commercial. She couldn't think of the band's name, but it didn't 
matter. It was like Brian was singing about her, sexy and 17. She was 
sure feeling sexy. The relentless diddling of her little clit was 
bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her breathing was heavy, her 
heart was pounding in rhythm to the song and the radio, and the drugs 
and booze made her feel like she was floating, flying, sexy and 17, 
that was her, Tiffany Daniels, sexy and 17, she thought, her mind 
rolling that single idea over and over. 
  
"Aw, fuck!" she heard. AJ yell. Her mind registered it as another damn 
interruption. But then she realized, as did all the boys, that the car 
was slowing down. 
  
"What's the matter?" asked Kevin. 
  
"I think we're out of gas." 
  
"Out of fuckin' gas? You mean now?" wailed Howie. He was high, speeding 
a little, and getting a delicious hand job from a young girl. His hard-
on felt like it was about to burst. He did not want to hear about being 
out of gas. 
  
But they were. AJ guided the RAT-mobile to the side of the road, where 
it coasted and then stopped. 
  
"We passed a diner a couple hundreds yards back," AJ said. Although 
feeling the effects of the intoxicants, he was the most sober and in 
control. "Can you guys walk? How about Miss Horny-Kova back there?" As 
soon as he said it, Tiffany and the two boys in back burst into 
giggles. The name suddenly seemed very funny. 
  
The five of them piled out of the car, taking deep breaths to try to 
get their heads straight. The boys, being older and more experienced, 
were soon relatively OK. AJ pulled a pack of gum out of his pants 
pocket and gave a stick to each of the boys to mask the liquor on their 
breath, but didn't give one to Tiffany, who didn't look like she'd be 
able to walk and chew gum at the same time. Tiffany had smoked and 
drank a great deal more than the boys, and she was having trouble 
standing up. She swayed in the dark, her white cotton nightie making 
her look like the sexiest ghost to ever walk the earth. Her nipples 
bulged obscenely in the night air. 
  
"Let's get walking back to the diner and call someone for gas," AJ 
said. It quickly became apparent that Tiffany was too fucked up to 
walk, so Howie and Kevin got on either side of her and looped her arms 
over their shoulders to carry her. This had the effect of hiking the 
nightie up to her waist again, and Tiffany was suddenly aware of the 
cool night air blowing against her clit. The hood over that important 
organ had pulled back to allow more stimulation, and now it was open to 
the elements. It occurred to Tiffany that she should cover up, that 
this was wrong, that she didn't know where she was or who these boys 
were. But the breeze felt good against her pussy, and she forgot these 
thoughts. The young men supporting her felt warm and strong, and she 
enjoyed the feeling of being partly carried, as if they were protecting 
her.  
  
The quintet arrived at the diner, which was open. There were several 
pick-up trucks parked out front. It occurred to AJ that this might be a 
redneck hangout, and that walking in here as stoned frat boys carrying 
a nearly naked girl might just lead to trouble. But what choice did 
they have? They walked up to the door, pushed it open, and walked in.  
  
The lights hurt their eyes after walking in darkness, and Tiffany 
squeezed hers shut. Dammit, she thought in her fucked-up way, she kept 
getting used to the dark and then there was light. She'd just keep her 
eyes closed, she decided. 
  

CHAPTER FOUR - THE 0NE WITH THE HOT DOG 
  
Conversation stopped inside the diner as the five young people stood in 
the entry. "May I help you?" said a waitress nearby.  
  
"We need to use your phone, ma'am," AJ said, the soul of politeness. 
"We ran out of gas." 
  
"What's her problem?" asked the waitress, whose nametag said Denise.  
  
"She, uh, had a little too much to drink," said A.J. "We're trying to 
get her home safely." 
  
"I'm sexy and 17," sang Tiffany, in a trance-like voice. "I'm a little 
rock 'n' roll queen." 
  
"Well, you better get her home," said Denise. ñLookit the way she's 
dressed, like some sort of little slut. The phone's in the back. I'm 
just getting off my shift, but if you want any food, Sam the cook is 
staying. Why don't you take a booth near the back?" 
  
Nick, Brian, Howie, A.J., Kevin and Tiffany walked through the 
diner. There were a handful of couples, men and women, eating late-
night breakfasts and drinking coffee. On the far side of the room was a 
pool table, and two young men with tattooed arms were shooting a game. 
Sam the cook, a burly man with a large gut and a stained apron, stood 
at the counter, his back to the kitchen, watching the five frat boys 
and the zonked-out beautiful girl make their way through his diner. 
  
A.J. went to the back hall where the pay phone was, and the others 
found an empty booth. All four of the boys wanted to sit next to 
Tiffany, which wasn't possible. But after some Three Stooges-style 
jostling, Brian and Howie won. Brian slid in first, then Tiffany, then 
Howie, with Kevin and Nick facing them in the booth. Denise took their 
orders, and they ordered five hot dogs, five Cokes and five baskets of 
french fries.  
  
  Soon A.J. came back and slid into the booth alongside Kevin and Nick. 
ñI called the RAT-house.," he told the others. "You aren't gonna 
believe this. Those fuckin' PKU girls were just raggin' our asses. The 
guys got there and the girls had the place all locked up and wouldn't 
open the door. They sat inside and yelled that they were callin' the 
cops. So the guys all went back to the house without gettin' any pussy. 
They figured out it was just a decoy to get them out of the house so 
they could send Miss Horny-Kova to steal the paddle. But they didn't 
count on us staying." 
  
"So are they coming to give us gas?" asked Kevin. 
  
"Yeah, they're kinda pissed, but they're bros. They're on their way. I 
didn't tell 'em about our little passenger here. I guess we'll have to 
take her back to the RAT-house and pass her around after all. She ain't 
gonna be good for much once 30 guys get done bangin' her ass."  
  
Tiffany suddenly perked up. She wasn't that fucked up. "Hey!" she said 
loudly. "You're talking about me! I don't want 30 guys bangin' my ass! 
Please, guys!" 
  
"We'll do what we can, honey," said A.J. "But you'll have to do what 
you can. This booth's pretty private back here. Why don't we see what 
we can get away with?" 
  
  Brian and Howie didn't need any more prodding, and instantly unzipped 
and hauled their dicks out. The table mostly hid them. Each grabbed one 
of Tiffany's hands and moved them into position, starting the motion 
for another round of hand jobs. The girl picked up the rhythm and was 
soon jacking off the two frat boys. 
  
Brian remembered how sexy Tiffany had been in the car, and how 
responsive her horny young twat had been to being touched. He pushed 
her nightie up her thighs and began to finger her again, and Howie 
quickly joined him. The boys set up a powerful tag team on the girl, 
with Brian working on her sensitive little clitty, rolling it around 
under the ball of his thumb as if it were a marble in oil. Howie, 
meanwhile, introduced the tip of his index finger into the opening of 
the cheerleader's pussy, and feeling that it was already wet and 
starting to open, began to gently finger-fuck the girl. 
  
Tiffany, her eyes still closed, laid her head back on the bench 
cushion. Her drug-numbed brain was happy again. She was surrounded by 
darkness, and her pussy felt so good. Maybe, she told herself, if she 
made these boys cum they'd protect her from the others. She could make 
them cum, she thought. She knew how to do that. She raised the fingers 
of her right hand to her mouth and moistened them, then put them back 
on Howie's cock, right on the throbbing purple head, and began teasing 
the head with her wet fingertips. 
  
"Oh, fuckin' A," said Howie, louder than he meant to. Tiffany repeated 
the moistening with her left hand and went to work on Brian's dickhead. 
  
"I'm sexy and 17. I'm a little rock 'n' roll queen. I'm a little bit 
obscene," Tiffany sang softly, over and over, in a mindless but still 
very erotic little-girl voice. Kevin, Nick and AJ watched hungrily from 
the other side of the booth, their hard-ons raging inside their pants, 
wondering when it would be their turn to work over the youngster.  
  
The outburst from Howie, the singing from Tiffany, and the whole scene 
in general caused the couples in Sam's Diner to look back at the booth 
several times in disgust, then drop some cash on their tables and 
leave. That left Sam at the counter and the two pool players. But 
Tiffany and the guys were oblivious to everything around them; the 
hormones in the booth were so thick they were practically a mist 
hanging in the air.  
  
"Oh, man,. I think I'm gonna shoot!" hissed Howie. Tiffany's hand slid 
up and down his stiff shaft, and the college student was shuddering and 
turning red in the face. 
  
"Hey, did you bring in the Jism Jar?" A.J. asked Nick.  
  
"Yeah, I got it here in the knapsack," said Nick. He pulled out the 
Mason jar that A.J. had instructed him to get back at the RAT-house. It 
was half-full of a milky liquid, and Nick set it on the table. 
  
"Here, Howie, get it in the jar," said A.J. He unscrewed the lid and 
handed the jar to Howie, who held it down below the table level.  
  
"Oh yeah, baby, jack me off, you little slut, you little Horny-Kova. 
You're sexy and 17, baby, and you're jackin' me off!" Nick said.  
  
Tiffany's brain was on automatic pilot, stuck in a loop of lust and 
drugs. As long as the fingers kept working on her, her hands 
automatically slid up and down the two cocks. Her pussy was now 
beginning to gape open, and Howie's finger made a wet, sucking sound as 
it slid in and out of her well-lubricated cunt. 
  
In his other hand, Howie held the Jism Jar under the table. As he felt 
his balls about to erupt, he angled his pelvis down and forward, aiming 
his cock into the open jar. Tiffany's hand did its magic work, up and 
down, up and down, and with a groan Howie began to cum. He shot load 
after load of semen out, all of it shooting into the jar, where it 
joined the collected sperm of the RAT-boys. When he was done, he put it 
on the table. 
  
The Jism Jar was a RAT-house specialty. Every year, the pledges were 
told that during their six week pledge period, they were not allowed to 
have sex, but they were allowed to whack off. But the rules was they 
had to whack off into the Jism Jar, and anyone caught beating his meat 
and not using the jar would be expelled. Day after day, week after 
week, the horny boys would take the jar one by one into their bedrooms 
and then return it to the mantle place. The semen of 25 boys, of 
hundreds of ejaculations, filled the jar. There was more than two cups 
of  white ejaculate in the jar, and after Howie finished, there was a 
little bit more. 
  
Sam the cook appeared out of nowhere with their food and Cokes and set 
them out on the table. He ogled Tiffany lasciviously, his eyes feasting 
on her erect nipples that practically poked through the thin nightie. 
  
"Your little friend is quite nice," he said to the boys. "Is she yours, 
or are you sharing?" 
  
"We might share," said A.J. "You interested?"  
  
"Hell, yes," said Sam. 
  
"Watch this," said A.J. He picked up one of the french fries and dunked 
it into the Jism Jar. It came out coated with sperm, dribbling off the 
end. 
  
"Here, Tiffany, I want to feed you something. Open your mouth for a 
french fry." Tiffany, her eyes still shut, her pussy still clinching 
the finger that frigged it, obediently opened her mouth, and A.J. stuck 
the french fry in. 
  
"Is that stuff what I think it is?" asked Sam, his mouth hanging open. 
  
"You bet," smiled A.J. 
  
"Ooh," said Tiffany, making a face. "What's on that french fry?"  
  
"That's RAT-boy, cum, baby," said Nick. He dipped a finger into the jar 
and leaned across the booth, and wiped a big glob of sticky semen down 
one cheek. The boys and Sam all laughed. 
  
"I don't like that," Tiffany said, pouting. 
  
"Remember what I said in the car, Tiffany," A.J. said sternly. "I don't 
want to hear you tell us no. Do you want us to protect you from those 
other frat boys?" 
  
"Yes," said Tiffany meekly. She was so confused. She wished she could 
get her brain to focus. But the tequila and the marijuana, along with 
the intense flood of good feelings radiating from her well-oiled pussy, 
had the cheerleader in a whirl. 
  
"Then you need to do as we tell you to. Now have a drink," said A.J. He 
picked up the Jism Jar and leaned across the table and held it to 
Tiffany's lips. "Open wide, honey, and take a nice swallow."  
  
"But it's sperm. It's yucky," Tiffany whined. 
  
"Do it anyway!" A.J. ordered, and Tiffany opened her mouth. A.J. tilted 
the jar, as Sam watched, goggle-eyed, and poured a stream of sperm into 
Tiffany's open mouth. She swallowed it down, but A.J. kept pouring. 
Tiffany kept swallowing, but the viscous semen began to dribble over 
her lips and down her chin, until finally A.J. withdrew the jar. 
  
"God damn," was all Sam could say. He glanced to his side and saw that 
Frank and Bubba, the tattooed pool players, had joined the group, and 
were watching Tiffany drink sperm from the jar. 
  
A.J. got up from the booth and told Howie to go feed the jukebox. He 
then sat down in Howie's place next to Tiffany, just as Kevin, on 
Tiffany's other side, announced that he was about to cum. He grabbed 
the jar and shot his load into it. 
  
    "Can we get in on this action?" asked Bubba the pool player.  
  
"No more, please, no more," begged Tiffany. She was beginning to 
surface through the haze, and realized that more and more males were 
surrounding her. She knew she was dressed in a see-through nightie, 
that they could see all of her nubile naked body almost as if she were 
naked. Feelings of shame and humiliation began to course through the 
girl, even though her pussy was still enjoying Brian's clit-twiddling. 
A.J., who had taken Howie's place, slid his finger straight up 
Tiffany's gaping hole, causing her to gasp. 
  
"Oh, jeez!" the poor girl exclaimed. "Oh, God, that feels so good." The 
battle seesawed within the teenager, between the humiliation and sense 
of danger she felt, and the overwhelming desire to just lean back and 
let these men bring her to orgasm. 
  
The frat boys continued to dip french fries into the Mason jar and feed 
them to Tiffany. Occasionally one would take  a sperm-covered fry and 
spread it all over her face. Trails of semen covered her face and 
dribbled down her chin into her bulging cleavage. 
  
"I don't know guys, she's saying no more," said A.J. "But I'm not sure 
she means it. Maybe we'll  give her a test. If she passes, she can call 
the shots. If she fails, then we take her out back and have ourselves a 
good old gang-bang. We've even got a fraternity paddle out in the car 
to give her a whuppin' she'll never forget!" 
  
"What? What?" said Tiffany. She knew they were talking about her, but 
wasn't sure what was going on. Brian and A.J. were continuing their 
assault on her twat. 
  
"We're gonna have us a test, Miss Horny-kova," explained A.J. "Or it's 
kind of like a bet. If you win, we'll get our gas, drive you back to 
the PKU house, and let you walk in with the paddle. You'll be the hero.  
  
  "But if you lose, then all these guys here are gonna want to get a 
little piece of you, and I'm not talkin' hand jobs. I'm talkin' bend 
over that pool table and take it, baby. All of us, one at a time, maybe 
two at a time." 
  
Tiffany's head began to clear even more as she listened. The poor girl 
was rallying, trying to get a grip on the situation. "What's the test?" 
she managed to ask. 
  
"All you have to do is go five minutes without having an orgasm," A.J., 
his eyes glinting with malice. "Just five minutes. If you can do it, no 
one here will touch you." 
  
"Hey, that sucks!" said Bubba. "Fuck the deal. Let's fuck the girlie, 
too!" His friend hooted his agreement. 
  
A.J. stood up and addressed Sam, Frank and Bubba in a quiet voice. 
"Don't worry, guys. This little chick is speeding her ass off, and 
we've been fingering her pussy for about 45 minutes now. Her pussy is 
so wet it's practically dripping down her thighs, and her clit is as 
hard as a pebble. Once we stop playing around and get serious with her, 
she won't stand a chance. Besides, it'll be fun to watch her try not to 
cum."  
  
The men reluctantly agreed it would be fun to watch, and privately 
thought that even if Tiffany won the bet they were still going to fuck 
her. 
  
"But how will we be able to tell if she's cumming?" asked Brian. 
"Sometimes it's hard to tell with a chick." 
  
"I got an idea for that," said Sam. "But first let's get her out here 
where everybody can see her." They slid the protesting girl out of the 
booth and stood her up, and quickly stripped her of the nightie. She 
stood there nude, her pubic glistening with dew, her nipples hard as 
could be, and it occurred to every guy there to just do her on the 
spot, but they had made a deal, and it was a deal they felt they could 
win.  
  
"Over here, honey," said Sam, and he led Tiffany to the counter and 
lifted her up, so her naked ass was sitting on the cold Formica. "Put 
your feet up on the counter," Sam told her, and Tiffany did so, which 
had the effect of exposing her pussy completely. 
  
"Stop!" Tiffany said, wiggling as Sam positioned her legs. "Let me go! 
Leave me alone!" 
  
"Listen up, Miss Sexy and 17," said A.J. coldly. "This is your only 
fuckin' chance, and you better take it. These guys all want to do you 
right now, but if you can just hold out for five minutes without 
cumming, you'll go free. Now stop freaking out, calm down and think. Is 
it a deal?" 
  
Tiffany knew she had no choice. She was naked, surrounded by horny men, 
didn't know where she was, and was still battling the woozy feeling 
from the dope and booze. Maybe is she played the game, they really 
would let her go. "OK, I'll try it," she said reluctantly. 
  
"Thatta girl," said Sam. "Now here's how we're gonna tell if you really 
cum or not, since we can't just take your word for it. Open up, 
girlie." He had taken her uneaten hot dog out of the bun back at the 
booth, and now he slid it into her open mouth. "Now just hold that 
right there," Sam told her. "We're gonna check it when time is up. If 
you've bitten it, we'll assume you had an orgasm and couldn't control 
yourself. If you haven't bitten it, you win. So even if you cum, all 
you have to do is keep from biting the hot dog." 
  
Tiffany nodded. The men were all gathered around her, looking at her 
frightened face with half a hot dog sticking out of her mouth. Her lips 
formed an O around the meat-stick as if she were sucking a cock. Sam 
motioned for Frank and Bubba to move behind the counter to hold the 
cheerleader in place. They stood behind Tiffany and looped their arms 
around each leg, pulling her knees up tight to each armpit. Her labia 
winked open even more. Her entire cunt and asshole were completely 
exposed to everyones burning eyes. She felt as if she were about to 
cry, but she concentrated on breathing through her nose. 
  
  Howie hollered across the room from the jukebox: "Hey, there's 
nothin' but oldies shit on this jukebox!" 
  
"Well, play something anyway, the sexiest thing they have," A.J. 
hollered back. "We need something to get us in the mood."  
  
  Sam took off his wristwatch and laid it on the counter. "Who's gonna 
do her?" he asked. 
  
"We brought her here, so we do her," said A.J. "We'll take turns. 
Brian, you first. Get in there and eat that pussy, bro!" 
  
The jukebox suddenly started blasting. The sound of a ringing 
telephone, and then the voice of the Big Bopper: "Hello baby, Yeah, 
this is the Big Bopper speakin'. Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing. Do 
I what? Will I what? Oh baby you know what I like!" The old '50s song 
left no doubt as to what he liked; his voice was so lascivious you 
could practically hear him drooling over his girl. It was perfect 
background music for the contest. 
  
Brian sat on a counter stool and leaned his face into Tiffany's wide-
open pussy. The teenager felt his mouth make contact, and she gasped. 
It felt too good! She wasn't going to be able to do it! She let out a 
little moan as Brian's tongue snaked out, between her peeled-back 
labia, darting deep into her well-lubricated tunnel. He fluttered his 
tongue there, then swiftly licked upward across the surface of her 
clit. Tiffany's ass left the counter for a second as she jumped! Her 
clit was so sensitive, so exposed, and to feel a tongue snaking up and 
down along it was almost unbearable. 
  
  "Chantilly lace and a pretty face 
  And a pony tail a hangin down 
  A wiggle in the walk 
  And a giggle in the talk 
  Makes the world go round!" 
  The Bopper's voice oozed all over Tiffany. She could feel it on her 
skin, his horniness, his seductiveness. And Brian's tongue worked her 
clit, then ducked back down to her slit, penetrating her over and over.  
  
A flash exploded, and it registered, barely, they must be taking 
pictures of her again, like they had in the car, but she quickly 
blocked it out. She had to concentrate on not having an orgasm, not 
biting the hot dog. She felt Brian lift his head, looked down, and saw 
the Kevin had taken his place. He placed his lips directly over her 
clit and began fluttering it madly with his tongue. He placed two 
fingers at the opening of her pussy and began to slide them. Her 
lubrication betrayed the poor girl, and they went right in, feeling so 
much like a cock. Flash! went the camera again, capturing young Tiffany 
Daniels, hottest thing at Daniels High School, now just a plaything on 
a diner counter in rural Texas, naked and splayed and sucking a hot 
dog. 
  
  "There ain't nothin in the world 
  Like a big eyed girl 
  To makes me act so funny 
  Make me spend my money 
  Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose 
  Like a girl, oh baby that's what I like!" 
  
  ñTwo minutes!" said Sam, and Tiffany knew she wasn't going to make 
it. Her belly was heaving, her nipples were hard as little stones (and 
Frank and Bubba had been taking advantage of their position behind her 
and gently massaging those hard little teeny-bopper nipples with their 
fingertips, which only added to Tiffany's erotic overload). Her heart 
was pounding, more from excitement than the amphetamine. 
  
A part of her wanted to cum. If she survived the five minutes and won 
the bet, she'd be so horny, she'd let them fuck her anyway, she 
thought. "Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed to herself. All that came 
from her mouth was moaning. 
  
Sam had brought the Jism Jar over from the booth and was now dipping 
his fingers into it and spreading RAT-house semen all over Tiffany's 
tender, throbbing nipples. It hardly registered on the youngster what 
was being done to her. An act that two hours ago would have sent her 
screaming like a madwoman into the streets „ a fat stranger rubbing 
sperm into her nipples „ was now just part of the ongoing degradation 
the girl was undergoing. She had to concentrate, anyway, on not having 
an orgasm.  
  
  Kevin pulled his fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them on 
Tiffany's upper lip, right under her nostrils. Since she could only 
breathe through her nose, she had no choice but to smell her own 
lubrication, her own excitement, her own pheromones. God she was hot, 
horny, sexy and 17, a little bit obscene ... Stop it! she ordered 
herself. 
  
But her pussy was no longer listening. 
  
"Oh baby that's what I like!" leered the Bopper in his greasy voice.  
  
A.J. took over, and fastened his mouth over her clit. He tongued the 
stiff little button wildly, and Tiffany began to shake. She was 
vibrating so hard Bubba and Frank had to adjust their grip to keep her 
knees up under her armpits. A.J. sucked hard on the cheerleader's clit, 
and he could feel her trembling on the verge of an orgasm. He knew just 
what would tip her over the edge. He aimed his right index finger at 
the tightly puckered anus that pointed outward just below her pussy, 
then touched the fingertip to her perfect pink little butthole and 
began to probe and tickle her asshole gently. Against her will, her 
sphincter began to open, and A.J. drove the tip of his finger in. 
  
The tormented cheerleader exploded in a massive orgasm. Her chest 
turned bright red, her toes curled, her fists clenched, her eyes 
closed, and her pussy let loose with a gush of juice right into A.J.'s 
mouth. She was screaming, but she didn't know if anyone could hear her 
or it was just in her mind. "OH GOD! YES! YES! GOD! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"  
  
Her brain was a lightning storm, and she was not the least aware that 
the camera was going "Flash! Flash! Flash!" The pictures would be 
posted and enjoyed for years to come at the RAT house. 
  
Tiffany Daniels orgasmed violently for a full 30 seconds. When she was 
done, she opened her eyes and looked down. A.J. was smiling at her, his 
entire face greasy as a glazed doughnut with her pussy juice. All of 
the other men in the diner were smiling also, and looking at Tiffany's 
lap. 
  
She looked at her lap. Half a hot dog lay there. She had bitten all the 
way through, and hadn't even known. 
  
"Fellas, I believe we have a date with Miss Sexy and 17 over on the 
pool table," said Sam, and Tiffany saw the men start to unbutton their 
shirts. 
  
A voice rang out. A new voice, one that Tiffany had never heard.  
  
"Y'all been havin' a party and you didn't invite me? For shame!"  
  
Everyone in the diner turned to the door. There stood a large, fat 
sheriff, with his hand on his revolver.


CHAPTER FIVE 
  
THE 0NE WITH THE MEAT LOAF 
  
    Sheriff Lucas Buck was a trained professional lawman, so his eyes 
quickly swept the diner. No one appeared armed or dangerous, and his 
eyes returned to the girl sitting on the counter, where they lingered. 
God, what an exquisitely beautiful little girl, the cop thought. Long 
blonde hair that was normally quite nicely styled, but now was wild and 
untamed. Nipples jutting out like little spikes from sweet teenaged 
tits. He noted that her chest above her tits was bright red - she had a 
sex flush, for cryin' out loud, just like a woman gets after orgasm. 
And that pussy, God that pussy! The sparse blonde curls had parted and 
it was gaping open, the pink labia all swollen and slick. Even from 
across the room, Sheriff Buck could tell the girl had just had a 
tremendous orgasm. And what was that white gunk all over her face and 
body - was that sperm? What kind of slut was this chick? 
  
"Officer! Help me!" Tiffany cried out. But the words were slightly 
garbled because as soon as she opened her mouth, the other half of the 
hot dog she had bitten in half fell out onto the floor. Half a hot dog 
in her mouth, and she just had an orgasm, thought Lucas. This ought to 
be an interesting story! 
  
"Sam, what the hell is going on here?" Buck asked, his voice firm and 
authoritative. Everything about Buck was authoritative, in fact. In his 
mid 30s, he was the law in Trinity County, Texas, and if you didn't 
like it, you were in trouble. He stood about 6'4", weighed about 225 
lbs, and nearly all of it was muscle. 
  
Sam the cook had been calculating frantically for the few seconds since 
Buck had unexpectedly burst into the diner just as thing were really 
taking off with this little slut. Damn his luck! But his luck would get 
a whole lot worse, he figured, if he didn't weasel his way out of this. 
The girl knew they were about to gang-bang her, she was obviously drunk 
and stoned as hell, he had no idea who she was. There was only way to 
play it: Lie like hell and sacrifice the girl! 
  
"Sheriff Buck! Come on in!" Sam called, trying to sound glad to see his 
old acquaintance. "Pretty wild-ass lady we got her, huh? She bet us we 
couldn't make her have an orgasm, and she just lost her bet."  
  
"Is that true, ma'am?" Buck asked young Tiffany Daniels politely.  
  
"No!" Tiffany blurted. "I mean yes, sort of, but they made me .... Sir, 
could I put my clothes on?" She was embarrassed to still be naked in 
front of all these men. 
  
"Go right ahead, ma'am," Buck said. Tiffany hopped down and trotted to 
the booth, where she donned the only covering she had at this point - 
the see-through nightgown.  "Is that all you were wearing when you came 
in?" Buck asked. "Yes sir. They took my clothes."  
  
"These men took your clothes?" 
  
"No, the girls at the sorority house." 
  
"You're in a sorority? 
  
"No, I was visiting." 
  
The sheriff had been walking toward Tiffany during this exchange and 
now stood right in front of her. The RAT-boys, Sam and Bubba and Frank 
stayed where they were at the counter, although when Buck turned his 
attention toward Tiffany, A.J. had the presence of mind to slide the 
bag of reefer out of his pocket and toss it behind the counter. He put 
his finger to his lips and all the RAT-boys saw it, a signal to be 
quiet and let AJ do the talking. 
  
"What's your name, ma'am?" 
  
"Tiffany. Tiffany Daniels." 
  
"Have you been drinking, Miss Daniels?" 
  
Tiffany's mind whirled. Should she lie or tell the truth? "No sir," she 
blurted, almost as a teenage reflex when any adult asks if you've been 
drinking. 
  
"Well, I can smell alcohol on your breath, Miss Daniels. So you've lied 
to me. And looking into your eyes, your pupils are dilated, so I'm 
guessing you're on drugs as well. And your answers to my other 
questions haven't been very helpful. Sam ..." he turned to the cook. 
"What do you know about the girl?" 
  
"She came in a little while ago, Sheriff. She was drunk, and wearing 
that nightgown, and acting really weird, and started hittin' on all the 
guys here, and then she bet us that we couldn't make her cum, and 
stripped off the nightgown and hopped up on the counter. And that's 
when you came in." 
  
"He's lying!" Tiffany shouted. 
  
"You shut up!" Buck shouted, turning on the girl. She cowered in the 
face of his anger. "You've already lied to me once, why should I 
believe you? Sam, has anyone here broken any laws that you're aware 
of?"  
  
"I smelled marijuana on the girl when she came in, but that's about 
it," said Sam. 
  
  "Mr Sheriff, sir, help me, please," the cheerleader pleaded. "They 
kidnapped me, they were gonna rape me, they're horrible, none of this 
is my fault." 
  
"I told you to shut up," Buck said. "Sam, did anybody rape this girl?" 
  
"No sir. I'll take a lie detector on that." 
  
"You don't have to, Sam. I've known you for 15 years. I've known this 
here girl for about five minutes, and she's already lied to me. You 
boys all behave yourself. Miss Daniels, you come with me." 
  
"What?" Tiffany screeched. This was an outrage! She had been kidnapped, 
fondled, molested, mocked, humiliated and nearly gang-raped, and the 
cop was letting her tormentors off the hook? "You can't do this! You 
can't! You can't!" She was nearly hysterical, and her buxom breasts 
heaved under the nightgown. Sheriff Buck was uncomfortably aware that 
he was getting an erection watching the teenager. 
  
"That's enough!" the cop barked. "You're not under arrest, yet. I'm 
taking you back to my office to hear your story and get to the bottom 
of this. But if you give me any back-talk, any grief at all, you'll be 
under arrest for public intoxication and public indecency and spend the 
weekend in my jail. And I don't think you'll like my jail." He grinned 
at her, and the thought of Tiffany Daniels spending the weekend in his 
jail made the lawman's dick throb a little. Like most men in the 
presence of Tiffany, of her innocent yet overwhelming sexiness, of her 
perfectly buffed and flawless 17-year-old body, and of her penchant for 
getting into situations where she was helpless - like all men who 
encountered her thus, Lucas Buck was thinking less and less like a 
decent human being and more and more like a horny pervert. 
  
Tiffany saw the change in him, saw the lust in his his dark eyes. But 
she had no choice. Even if she could run, where would she run? She 
would go with the lawman, tell him the whole story, throw herself on 
his mercy and hope for the best. Anything would be better than her 
future inside this diner with six men. 
  
A.J. and his buddies saw their prized captive slipping away, but there 
was nothing they could do. They hadn't had nearly as much fun as they 
had intended with her, but it had been better than hanging around the 
Rho Alpha Tau house on a Friday night, and they had the photos to show 
to their buddies as evidence of their incredible story. And it could 
have been worse - Buck could have arrested them. 
  
Buck led Tiffany out to his squad car and drove her to Trinity, the 
small town that was the county seat of Trinity County. He was saving 
his questions for his office, and as he drove, a brief snatch of an old 
song popped into his head, a song he hadn't thought about in years. He 
sang softly to himself in the front, while Tiffany rode in the back, 
pale and frightened. 
  
"You got to do what you can/ 
  And let Mother Nature do the rest/ 
  Ain't no doubt about it we were doubly blessed/ 
  Cause we were barely 17 and we were barely dressed." 
  
Buck was no longer 17, but God he felt like it tonight. He hadn't been 
this horny in years, and he looked at his prisoner in the rear-view 
mirror. She might be about 17, he thought. The lights on his dashboard 
glowed, and suddenly he thought of the name of the song: "Paradise By 
the Dashboard Light," by Meat Loaf. An old Texas boy, if memory served. 
Buck chuckled. 
  
  
He led Tiffany by the arm into the large one-room building that served 
as the Sheriff's Department. Inside, Tiffany was horrified by what she 
saw. It was all open, and the back wall was a jail cell. A jail cell 
full of men. And not just any men. Mexicans. 
  
As a privileged, rich white girl in Texas, Tiffany had an almost inborn 
dislike of Mexicans. She thought they were dirty and oversexed, even 
though she had never actually known one. Her prejudices had been 
reinforced two years  when she was 15, and her father had hired Manuel, 
an illegal immigrant, to be the Daniels' pool and yard boy. Manuel was 
in his early ass and he smelled strange, Tiffany thought, like refired 
beans. He always wore the same thin slacks and thin shirt to work every 
day, and his English was limited, but he was a hard worker. Manuel 
Labor, Tiffany and her sister Stephanie jokingly called him in private.  
  
At 15, Tiffany was just coming into her body. Her breasts had begun to 
grow, but were not yet the awesomely perfect ab pair that had every boy 
in her high school salivating and wet-dreaming. But being the little 
princess that she was, she loved spending the summer working on her tan 
beside the family pool in the back yard. And Manuel, she soon 
discovered, liked her sunbathing as well. 
  
At first she was just aware of him looking. She'd come out about 2 
p.m., wearing one of her string bikinis. Sometimes the bright yellow 
one, sometimes the polka-dot one. She laid on the lounge and languidly 
smeared suntan oil into her golden legs, over her stomach, down her 
arms and across the tops of her budding breasts. Manuel would start 
trimming a nearby hedge and sneaking peeks. As she relaxed and closed 
her eyes, she could hear him, and his work would bring him closer to 
her oiled and glistening nubile teen body, all sprawled out. Sometimes 
she'd peek through her closed eyes, and he'd be testing the pool 
chemicals a few feet away, his eyes riveted on the small piece of 
cotton bikini bottom that covered her pussy. She was not aware of how 
the puffiness of her mons pushed out the swimsuit and formed 
"cameltoes" in a sweet little divide of pussy lips. But Manuel was 
aware, and he'd adjust the bulge in his pants. 
  
The young Tiffany hated his spying game, but somehow felt herself a 
little turned on by it as well. She wanted to tease Manuel, to expose 
herself a little more, but he was so dirty and nasty that she wouldn't 
let herself. Sometimes after two hours of lying in the hot sun, her 
body would be glistening with perspiration, but the wet spot between 
her legs would be just a little but more damp than the rest of her. 
She'd jump in the cold water of the swimming pool to cool off, and when 
she came out, her lovely nipples would be hard from the cold water, 
poking through the thin material of her bikini top. Manuel would 
sometimes meet her eye and smile, and she would feel a strange shudder 
course through her. 
  
Finally, Manuel went too far. Tiffany was sunning herself one day, 
lying on her stomach with her bikini top untied and draped to the 
sides, to get an even tan on her back. Manuel was watering flowers 
nearby. Suddenly Tiffany's body exploded with a shock of icy cold, and 
without even knowing what she was doing, she jumped up from the lounge. 
Manuel had turned the hose on her. And without thinking, she had jumped 
up, and now she stood there, her two young breasts completely exposed 
to his hot gaze. She quickly crossed her arms to cover them, but it was 
too late. Manuel had seen her half-naked, and she knew it. 
  
"I am sorry, Miss Tiffany," he said in heavily accented English. "Was 
accident." He smiled and shrugged. Tiffany grabbed her top and stalked 
into the house, and told her father about what happened that night at 
dinner. Manuel never came back. 
  
And now, two years later, Tiffany saw that six pairs of Mexican eyes 
were riveted on her. Six Mexican prisoners were in Lucas Buck's jail 
cell, and the moment they saw the nubile beauty come in, clad only in a 
nearly transparent nightgown, they started hooting and hollering. They 
all rushed to the bars, shouting in Spanish. Their eyes bulged with 
lusts, and that wasn't all that was bulging. Some made obscene smacking 
noises at her with their mouths, one was miming unzipping his fly and 
hauling out his cock, and one actually called to her in English: "Hey, 
baby, lookin' good. Come here and gimme a kiss." A wave of revulsion 
pulsed through Tiffany, and she realized the Mexican prisoners could 
see her breasts and nipples through the thin material, as well as her 
pubic patch. Thank God, she thought, that they were in their and she 
was out here. 
  
"Shut up, assholes!" Buck yelled. When they didn't, he stepped toward 
the bars and pulled out his nightstick. That quieted the horny men. 
  
Buck went to a corner and pulled out a tripod and a video camera, which 
he set up in the middle of the room. "I'm going to videotape this 
interrogation, which is for your protection and mine," he explained to 
Tiffany. 
  
"Please, sir, can't we do this somewhere else?" Tiffany begged. The 
Mexicans were all still leering at her near-nudity. 
  
"There is nowhere else," Buck stated. "This is my whole office right 
here," he said with a sweep of his arm, taking in the desk and two 
chairs, a small closet, and a door labelled Restrooms. 
  
"But all those men are looking at me," Tiffany said. 
  
"And that falls into the category of not my fucking problem, Miss 
Daniels," Buck said harshly.  Jesus, he thought, my cock is gonna burst 
out the front of my pants if I don't find a way to stick it into this 
sweet little girl. But he continued, the consummate professional. "I'm 
not the one who was drunk and naked in a diner tonight. And I'm not the 
one out on the town in a nightgown. If you had worn decent clothes 
instead of dressing like a slut, you wouldn't be embarrassed now, would 
you?" 
  
Tiffany shook her head, and tried to block out the lustful stares 
coming from the long cell. 
  
"Now the purpose of this video is to protect me against lawsuits by 
you. I'll be able to prove that I did not molest you, for example, 
during our interrogation. Also, it will be a kind of permanent record 
that I can check your story against. So every single word you speak had 
better be the truth, or I will file additional charges against you. 
There's still a chance you can get out of this by cooperating with me 
and telling the truth." 
  
Tiffany's heart leaped at his words. A chance she could get out of 
this! Yes, a chance, she would take it! She would do anything! 
  
"So I'm going to ask you questions, and you'll answer truthfully. And 
if you tell me a lie, then the question and answer session will be 
terminated immediately and you will be placed under arrest for public 
intox and public indecency and anything else I can think of. And when I 
arrest you, do you know where you will spend the night?" 
  
Tiffany had an awful feeling, but it couldn't possibly be true.  
  
"Right in there with Juan and the boys," Buck said. He knew it was his 
trump card, and he saw her flinch, and knew he'd won. "God, no, please, 
no, anything but that, you can't lock me in there with them," Tiffany 
yammered. 
  
"So we understand each other," the cop said. He checked there was a 
video in the camera, and pushed the Record button. 
  
"This is Lucas Buck," he began, his voice steady and even, as if 
testifying before a courtroom, "and the accused has given her name as 
Tiffany Daniels. She has been brought in on suspicion of underaged 
drinking and public indecency. In addition, I have adequate cause to 
believe she may have been smoking marijuana. In accordance with local 
statutes, any accused who is believed to be on drugs will submit to a 
strip search and body cavity search. Miss Daniels, would you please 
remove your gown?" 
  
"Oh my God," Tiffany screeched, "you're gonna search me in front of 
those men, while they watch?" 
  
"Miss Daniels, I have warned you about the consequences of not 
cooperating with my investigation. The statutes must be followed, and I 
must conduct a body cavity search. Will you cooperate or not?" He 
stared at her. 
  
"I'll cooperate," Tiffany said in a tiny squeak that could barely be 
heard. She pulled the nightgown over her head and stood naked in the 
room. The Mexicans began cheering and high-fiving one another. 
  
"Please stand next to the chair, bend over, and spread your legs apart 
as far as you can," Buck said. "Place your forehead on the seat of the 
chair." The terrified girl did as she was told, but couldn't help from 
trembling as she did so. Her forehead touched the seat of the chair, 
she she grasped the arms with her hands to maintain her balance. She 
inched her feet apart slightly. 
  
Buck came up behind her. "In order to do a body cavity search, you must 
spread your legs farther." Her legs parted a few inches more. Buck, 
exasperated, squatted down, put a hand roughly on each ankle, and 
pulled them far apart. Her legs were now spread wide in a tremendous 
inverted V, and her naked ass was on display, to Buck, to the laughing 
and pointing prisoners, and to the lens of the video camera. She could 
feel her tight little bunghole flutter nervously. The sheriff seemed to 
be taking forever, she thought, as she held the uncomfortable position. 
  
Then she felt his finger touch the opening of her pussy. It was time 
for Tiffany's body cavity search to begin. 


CHAPTER SIX 
  
THE 0NE WITH THE CHARMIN 
  
  Tiffany Daniels' knees shook slightly, both from the position she had 
been forced to assume and from the fear and humiliation she was 
feeling. In all the horrible abuses that had been visited upon the 
hapless teenager, she had never felt more horribly vulnerable than she 
was feeling at the moment. Her nudity was bad enough, but to have her 
legs spread so wide, her poor little asshole and pussy so exposed, was 
shameful beyond belief. 
  
Sheriff Buck slid his index finger into the cheerleader's tight, moist 
little pussy. His erection was pounding in his pants like a caged 
gorilla. The girl gasped, and he could feel her clamp down on his 
finger with her vaginal muscles, whether out of lust or panic was 
unclear. He pushed his finger forward slowly, wiggling it slightly, 
which made Tiffany suck her breath in loudly. 
  
"Let the video record show that when she was brought in, the prisoner's 
vagina was already lubricated and showed signs of sexual arousal," Buck 
said dispassionately. "Miss Daniels, have you had sexual intercourse 
this evening?" 
  
"No," Tiffany mumbled from her awkward position. 
  
The lawman pushed his finger in as far as it would go, until the tip of 
it was pressing against the girl's cervix. She made a little moan. Buck 
could tell that despite her fear, she was still sexually stimulated 
from whatever had happened back there at the diner. He glanced at the 
video camera and calculated the angle, and knew he was safe to have a 
bit of fun at her expense. With his finger still buried all the way in 
her snug little cunt, he reached down with his other fingers and found 
the bud of her clitoris. Using several fingers at once, he began to to 
massage the young girl's love button. 
  
"Ohhhhh!" Tiffany moaned, and without thinking, she began to rotate her 
hips slightly. She could feel the moisture seeping out of her pussy, 
and that shamed her even more. 
  
"Miss Daniels is responding sexually and inappropriately to a drug 
search," Buck noted. "Miss Daniels, this is serious business. Please 
stop moaning as if you're about to have an orgasm." 
  
Inside the jail cell, the Mexican who could speak English translated 
what Buck had said into Spanish for his cellmates. They all burst out 
laughing. Tiffany was vaguely aware of what was going on, and her face 
burned with the humiliation of her plight. 
  
Buck rubbed Tiffany's clitoris a little more, than decided he had to 
stop so it would look realistic on the tape. He withdrew his hand, 
reluctantly, from his prisoner's well-lubed little pussy. The gaping 
orifice winked at him, and he knew that despite the shame she was 
feeling, she wanted him to keep working on her clit. "I will now 
perform the required anal drug search on the prisoner, Miss Tiffany 
Daniels," he announced to the video camera. 
  
  Tiffany knew what was coming, and clenched her sphincter muscles 
tightly. The cop was going to stick his finger up her bottom, she 
thought, while those horrible nasty Mexicans all watched! God, she 
could just die! 
  
  Buck placed the tip of his finger at the tight opening of Tiffany 
Daniel's little pink asshole. He paused, and Tiffany thought she was 
going to go out of her mind waiting for him to get it over with. The 
whole thing was bad enough, but it was taking so long, and the Mexicans 
were making nasty noises, and the blood was rushing to her head from 
the face-down position she was being forced to hold. 
  
"It's standard procedure to lubricate a finger before an anal drug 
search," Buck said, as he pulled a tube of KY Jelly from a desk drawer. 
Tiffany could hear, but couldn't see because of her position, the 
sheriff unscrew the lid, squeeze out jelly and smear it all over his 
finger. Then it appeared again at her scrunched-up anal opening and 
pushed forward.  
  
"Miss Daniels, this is necessary. It will hurt less if you relax your 
muscles. The choice is yours. You could have illegal drug contraband 
inserted in your rectum." 
  
"But I don't! I don't!" Tiffany wailed in anguish. She could hear the 
English-speaking prisoner translate for the others, then another wave 
of laughter. They were laughing at her, she knew! It made her furious! 
A bunch of dirty greasy Mexicans, probably illegals, were watching her 
being searched like this and laughing at her, and there was nothing she 
could do. She wished she could tell her daddy and have him make it all 
better, but she was alone in a strange town, and had no choice but to 
get this ordeal over with and somehow get back home. She had to keep 
cooperating, or she'd be arrested and locked up with the Mexicans.  
  
Tiffany forced herself to relax her rectum, and the cop's big greasy 
digit slid forward easily. Her rear passage was much much tighter and 
hotter than her pussy, Buck thought. He was so horny that he wouldn't 
last 10 seconds if he were to slide his hard-on up the little girl's 
butthole. The thought made him bite his lip. He had to maintain control 
of the situation. 
  
Sheriff Buck Lucas of Trinity County Texas searched 17-year-old Tiffany 
Daniels' rectum for hidden drugs. He searched it as thoroughly and as 
diligently as any customs official would search the most obvious drug 
courier coming in from Colombia. He knew she didn't have any drugs, but 
also knew that the more he prolonged this humiliating experience for 
the cowering adolescent girl, the firmer his control would be for the 
rest of the evening. And he was beginning to plan the rest of the 
evening with great relish. 
  
  He pushed his finger all the way until the palm of his hand was 
resting flush against Tiffany's warm, pink butt cheek. He let it linger 
there, then wiggled it up, the down. Tiffany gasped again, and 
involuntarily tried to squeeze the intruding finger out. She only 
succeeded in making Buck think what that same muscular response would 
feel like on his massive cock rammed all the way up into the 
cheerleader's intestine. 
  
Finally, reluctantly, Lucas Buck withdrew his finger and wiped it on a 
Kleenex. "No drugs were found during the mandatory search," he 
announced to the video camera. "You may put your clothes on, Miss 
Daniels, and take a seat facing the camera." She did so, gladly, as 
Buck went to the camera and looked into the viewfinder to make sure the 
picture was framed properly, i.e. that her beautiful breasts could be 
seen clearly in the picture. 
  
"Now Miss Daniels, how old are you?" 
  
"17." 
  
"And were you consuming alcohol tonight?." 
  
"Yes, but I can explain." 
  
"Later. And did you consume any illegal drugs?" 
  
"I smoked some marijuana, but I can explain that too. They forced me, 
those boys ..." 
  
"OK, Miss Daniels. Now I want you to start at the beginning and tell me 
what happened this evening. The truth." 
  
And so Tiffany told the whole story of her trip. Every word was the 
truth, but Buck could hardly believe all the poor girl had endured. She 
was lucky she hadn't been fucked repeatedly in every orifice a dozen 
times the way her night had gone! Finally, she finished. 
  
"Very good. But I still don't understand. How did the girls at the 
sorority know you were lying?" 
  
Tiffany took a deep breath. The truth, she thought, i have to tell the 
truth. The truth will set me free. And so she told the whole sordid 
saga, about her teachers and how she had been blackmailed into 
unspeakable acts of depravity, and the role her sister Stephanie had 
played. 
  
"I find this all very hard to believe, Miss Daniels," the sheriff said. 
  
"But it's true, really! You can call the PKU house and check out my 
story." 
  
"I'll do just that," Buck said. He got directory assistance for Austin, 
and soon was speaking to someone at the PKU house, where Tiffany had 
been safe and sound only a few hours earlier. He identified himself, 
and said that he had Tiffany in his office. "I see," he said. "Uh-huh. 
OK, thank you very much." He hung up. 
  
"The young lady I spoke to said that you are a lying slut. Those were 
her exact words. She said I shouldn't believe anything you say. You see 
what kind of predicament that leaves me in, dont you?" 
  
"But it's true!" Tiffany cried. "I swear! I swear! How could I make up 
a story like that?" She started to cry. 
  
"Tears will not help you, Miss Daniels. I've seen too many perpetrators 
over the years express all kinds of tearful remorse. Let me consider 
the situation." Buck reached over and switched off the video camera. 
Tiffany waited. 
  
"OK," Buck finally said. "Here's the deal. The camera is off. This is 
just between you and me. Let's forget about the law and deal with this 
as a man and a woman. Here's my offer, take it or leave it. You do me a 
favor, and I do you a favor." 
  
"What favor do you want?" Tiffany asked nervously, knowing with an 
anxious churn in her stomach where this was headed. 
  
"You get me off, and I get you off. Simple as that. Suck my dick, and 
I'll let you go. I'll even drive you back to Austin. Or, if you refuse, 
you can spend the night with my amigos in there." 
  
"But don't I get a phone call or something?" 
  
"You just got a phone call, to the sorority house. You want to get all 
ACLU on me, or you want to play ball?" As he talked, the cop was 
unbuckling and taking off his heavy gun belt. It fell to the floor, and 
he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Tiffany could see the huge 
outline of his cock pressing against his jockeys, and swallowed hard. 
It was inevitable. 
  
"OK," she said quietly, her mouth dry. She got down on her knees in 
front of the cop, and when he pulled the jockeys down to his knees, she 
leaned forward and took the head of his massive prick in her sweet 
teenaged mouth. 
  
"Oh yeah, baby, suck that thing," Buck moaned. "I want a really good 
blowjob, the best I've ever had. You're in no position to piss me off." 
Tiffany knew he was right, that her future depended entirely on giving 
this creep a great blowjob. She sucked on the large purplish knob of 
the cop's dick. She started to take more of the member into her mouth, 
but Buck was impatient, and started pushing on the back of her head 
while thrusting his crotch forward. Several inches slipped over her 
tongue, then several more. Her mouth was full of the lawman's massive 
manhood, so big and swollen that it made it difficult for her to 
breathe. 
  
"Suck that dick! Suck that dick!" Buck said, and the Mexicans who were 
watching started chanting along with him. "Suck that deek! Suck that 
deek!" the Mexicans yelled in unison, some of them not even sure 
exactly what they were saying, but enjoying the spectacle immensely. 
Two of the Mexicans, seeing the sheriff so pre-occupied, pulled their 
own dicks out and started stroking them. 
  
The sheriff plunged his dick into the sucking cheerleader's mouth. God, 
what a mouth, he thought. Maybe I'll have her suck for ahwile and then 
pull out and fuck her properly. "Use your tongue," he ordered, and felt 
her tongue begin to swipe and swirl around the head. Her tongue then 
started working up and down the underside of his shaft, tickling the 
extremely sensitive spot right under the head, the glans. Buck moaned 
loudly. 
  
"Suck that deek! Suck that deek!" chanted the Mexican prisoners. "Suck 
that deek! Suck that deek!" 
  
Tears trickled down Tiffany's cheeks as the sheriff crudely fucked her 
mouth, but she made no sounds of crying. She made no sounds at all, in 
fact, just wet slurping noises as the suction  broke and then was re- 
sealed, again and again, between her mouth and the pistoning hard-on. 
She kept using her tongue, hoping to make him cum quickly, to get this 
over with. He smelled strong, musky, man-like. Not a bad smell, just a 
pungent one that filled her nostrils. 
  
And something else was happening. She was dimly aware that her pussy 
was oozing more lubrication. She couldn't help it, didn't want it, it 
was some sort of automatic response that her glands were sending out. 
But whatever it was, the fact that she was getting wet from being 
forced to give a blowjob while being cheered on by Mexicans was the 
most 
humiliating thing yet. Even her own body was betraying her! 
  
"Yeah, baby, take it all down your throat," Buck said, pressing even 
more of his shaft in. Tiffany started to gag as the cock pierced the 
back of her throat, but made herself stop. She had to make him cum, and 
it had to be good. She deep-throated the big burly cop as if her life 
depended on it, which in a way it did. 
  
Buck was about to pull out and throw his little suck-toy over the desk 
and fuck her, when he felt his scrotum begin to tighten. Damn, he 
thought, he was too close to cumming now. He'd just cum down her throat 
and maybe on the way back to Austin he could give her round two.  
  
"I'm gonna cum now, baby," he said, his fingers squeezing her head. 
"Don't take your mouth off for anything. And swallow every drop as if 
it was precious. Now suck it hard, bitch! Suck it! 
  
"Suck that deek! Suck that deek!" chanted the Mexicans.  
  
Tiffany Daniels felt the dick in her mouth begin to swell. She knew he 
was close to orgasm now. She reached out her hand, she wasn't even sure 
why, and took ahold of his balls where they hung inside his scrotum. 
She wrapped the balls in her fingers and began to squeeze them lightly. 
Buck's cock was now pounding into her mouth, the head was swelling and 
swelling until it felt like it was the size of a tennis ball. 
  
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" yelled the sheriff. And suddenly the member in 
Tiffany's mouth exploded. Stream after stream of hot semen came gushing 
out of the tip, which was lodged in Tiffany's throat. She began 
swallowing frantically, obeying his command not to spill a drop, and 
the swallowing action of her throat muscles milked the cop's schlong as 
if she were giving him a handjob along with a blowjob. His fingers dug 
in painfully, as his sperm poured down the beautiful girl's throat, 
directly into her stomach. 
  
"Suck that deek!" chanted the Mexicans. All of them now had their cocks 
out and were jacking off at the sight of this nubile blonde goddess, 
down on her knees, sucking off the man who had arrested them.  
  
Buck's orgasm subsided. "Now clean me off with your tongue," he 
ordered, and Tiffany dutifully wiped her tongue over and over the cock, 
lapping up the sperm that she hadn't swallowed, as well as her own 
spit. Reluctantly he pulled out of the sweetest mouth he had ever 
known.  
  
"Nice job," was all he said. 
  
Tiffany said nothing. She could taste the sperm in her mouth. Her teeth 
felt gritty from it. 
  
Then both Buck and Tiffany heard a high-pitched yell, and both 
turned. One of the Mexicans was ejaculating through the prison bars, 
spurting a high arc of semen up into the air, where it felt onto the 
floor outside the cell with a muddy splat. Then another began to cum, 
then another, and soon all of the Mexicans were shooting sperm out onto 
the floor. The white goo splattered here and there, covering the tile 
floor. All of them were looking right at Tiffany while they shot off.  
  
The lawman noticed the mess on the floor as well. "Aww, shit," he said. 
"You fuckin' illegal douchebags. You got cum all over my office floor!" 
  
The prisoners looked at him sheepishly, understanding what he meant if 
not the exact words. 
  
"Well, somebody's gonna have to clean this slime up, and it ain't gonna 
be me, and I ain't about to let those sons-of-whores out of their jail 
cell. So I guess it's gonna have to be you, baby. If you had been 
dressed properly instead of in that Victoria's Secret thingie this 
never would have happened." 
  
    Tiffany couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was blaming her 
for the Mexicans all masturbating and shooting onto the floor, and now 
wanted her to clean it up? No way, Jose! 
  
Buck ducked into the restroom and came out holding a roll of toilet 
paper. "Here you go, kid. The sooner you get that jizz all cleaned up, 
the sooner I drive you back to Austin." 
  
"But it's not my fault!" Tiffany whined. "I didn't do anything wrong! 
It's their fault! Make them clean up their own mess!"  
  
"Yeah, right," chuckled Buck. "Like I'm gonna open that cell door and 
let those guys out. No fuckin' way, kiddo. Now if you want a ride back 
to Austin, get cleaning. Otherwise, you're spending the night here. And 
if you spend the night here, you know where it's gonna be." He looked 
at the Mexicans. 
  
Tiffany sighed. Once again, she had no choice. She took the roll of 
toilet paper and got down on her hands and knees in front of the bars 
and began wiping up the big globs of cum. She didn't want to face the 
Mexicans, because if she did the loose top of her nightgown would pull 
out far enough that the men could look straight down and see her naked 
breasts. If she kept her back to the men, the hem of the nightie just 
barely covered the cheeks of her sweet ass, and she felt as protected 
as she was going to, given the horrible situation. 
  
She couldn't believe how much cum there was on the floor. She'd rip off 
a big piece of toilet paper and it would absorb all the semen it could, 
and still there seemed to be more and more. The men were all watching 
the backs of her naked thighs, and she felt something blowing back 
there. They were blowing at her, trying to generate enough wind to lift 
the nightie and expose her ass. Fuckin' perverts! thought Tiffany.  
  
"Hang on, I hear a car outside," Buck said. "I'm not expecting anybody, 
so I'm gonna go check it out. You keep wipin' and stay far away that 
they can't reach you." Tiffany had already thought of this, and was out 
of reach of the horrible men. 
  
Buck left the office, and the young cheerleader continued her 
degrading chore of wiping up spilled sperm. She couldn't see the 
prisoners, but could hear them giggling at her plight. Suddenly, she 
felt a gush of something warm and wet, a stream of it, hitting her on 
the hips as she was bent over. 
  
In a flash she knew what it was. Pissing! The Mexican prisoners were 
pissing on her! She tried to scramble up, but her knees were planted in 
slippery cum and she couldn't get her balance. Several streams of hot 
urine were now striking her on the ass, on the backs of her thighs and 
on her back. She scuttled on all fours, trying to get out of the way of 
the nasty pee that was soaking her nightgown. 
  
Suddenly, her knees slid on a slimy patch of jism, and she lost her 
balance. She fell forward, and her face hit the floor, on it side, so 
that one cheek was pressed against the cold floor and the icky 
substance that covered it. When her head went down, her ass went up in 
the air, and the jerking motion flipped the nightgown up so that her 
perfect bottom was completely exposed to the laughing, urinating 
Mexicans. 
  
Instantly, poor Tiffany felt it. One of the men had directed a 
stream of his piss right at her tight, puckered asshole, and was 
drilling her there with perfect aim. Guys being guys, the others 
instantly shifted their pricks so that all of them were peeing right at 
her rectum. It was like getting hit with half a dozen squirt guns, only 
these guns weren't filled with water. 
  
Panicky, grossed out, disgusted, Tiffany lifted her head and scooted 
away. Urine was streaming down her body, and her little nightie was 
soaked with the foul-smelling stuff. The was sperm on her face, on her 
hands, and on her knees. 
  
  "Hey, Tiffany, look who's here. The cavalry came to your rescue!" It 
was Sheriff Buck's booming voice, and Tiffany looked up to see the cop 
and four girls from the Pi Kappa Upsilon house coming in the door. The 
girls and Buck stared at the sight in front of them: Tiffany Daniels, 
down on her hands and knees in puddles of sperm. And behind her, six 
Mexicans all pressed as close to the bars as they could get, their soft 
cocks jutting though the bars, and six streams of stinking yellow piss 
all jetting out and still soaking the poor girl. 
  
She was the very picture of an abused, degraded young woman. 
  
  "Ooh, gross," said one of the PKU girls. 
  
"That is sooo disgusting," said another. 
  
Amy, the sister who had started Tiffany down this road to 
degradation, stepped forward. "I guess the little bitch got what she 
deserved for lying during Truth or Dare," she said with an evil smile.  
  
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER SEVEN 
IMPORTANT NOTE: Dr. Wu is a believer in the Brotherhood of Man, that 
all races and ethnic groups are wonderful people. The idea of this 
chapter was not to insult Mexicans, but to put a girl with some 
prejudices in a situation that would provide maximum humiliation. Dr. 
Wu thinks Hispanic people are great. Especially Jennifer Lopez, with 
whom Dr. Wu once shared an elevator once at the Four Seasons Hotel in 
Beverly Hills. She was wearing white shorts. Whew.


CHAPTER SEVEN 
  
THE 0NE WITH THE CAR WASH 
  
  
  Tiffany managed to scramble to her feet as the sheriff and the 
sorority girls all gaped at her horrible predicament. 
  
"Oh Jesus!" she wailed." Those horrible men were, were, were peeing on 
me! Arrest them!" 
  
Buck laughed heartily. "They're already under arrest, sweetheart. 
Immigration's coming in the morning and taking them all back to Mexico. 
What am I supposed to do, tell Immigration to let 'em stay here in my 
jail taking up space cause they peed all over some girl?" 
  
The Mexicans were laughing and stuffing their drained cocks back into 
their trousers. Tiffany stood in the middle of the jail/office, sperm 
and urine dripping from her body. Her nightie was completely soaked and 
clinging to every curve, and was not completely transparent. Her fear 
and anger had caused her nipples involuntarily to pop out, and they 
pushed out darkly against the white. Her trim blonde bush and even her 
pussy lips were clearly visible now that the nightie was see-through.  
  
  "Oh God, God, just get me out of here," she cried. She looked 
piteously at the girls, who started coldly back at her. 
  
"Well, the idea was to come here to rescue you," said Amy. "The RAT- 
boys came back from the diner and stopped by the house to thank us for 
sending you over, and they told us all about your little adventure." 
The girls all chortled. "By the way, and just to let you know, you're 
not the first sweet young thing they've manipulated into drinking from 
that Jism Jar. Anyway, they told us about what happened and the sheriff 
hauling you off, and we decided enough was enough and we better come 
bail your sorry ass out of trouble. 
  
"But you told the sheriff I was a lying slut!" 
  
:"I didn't tell him that," Amy said, "although face it. It's true. 
Must have been some other girl who answered the phone after we left. 
Everyone in the house knows you're a lying slut, after all. Anyway, 
we'll take you back now, but you'll have to ride in the trunk. No way 
you're gettin' in our car smellin' like that, you piss-soaked little 
whore-dog!"  
  
Tiffany hung her head in shame. How could she argue with them? Here she 
was covered in urine and semen. She'd been sent out to get a fraternity 
paddle and hadn't even managed to do that. And when the trip started, 
all she had wanted to do was impress the girls of PKU so she could 
pledge there! 
  
"What's with the video camera?" one of the PKUs asked Buck.  
  
"Oh, that's nothing," Buck lied. 
  
"Were you taping her?" the girl fired back. 
  
"Everything was done legally and according to statute," Buck said 
stiffly. "Now y'all just take this little girl and get on."  
  
"Let's have the tape out of the camera, first," the girl said, standing 
up to the enormous cop. Buck was using to being the authority figure, 
but he could tell from looking at these girls that they were used to 
getting their own way. Even though they were dressed in shorts, T- 
shirts and flip flops, they projected an aura of entitlement. 
  
"That's property of the Sheriff's Department. No can do."  
  
"Gretchen! Call your dad!" said the coed. 
  
A PKU sister that Amy had seen toward the back during the Truth or Dare 
game stepped forward and pulled out a cell phone. Buck stepped forward, 
trying to keep control of the situation. "Who the hell are you, and who 
are you calling?" 
  
"I'm Gretchen Lopez, and my daddy is Raoul Lopez. Maybe you know the 
name. He's the federal district attorney for the central district of 
Texas. I think maybe he'll want to send a couple of U.S. marshalls here 
to impound that tape and see if this girl's federal civil rights were 
violated." She punched numbers into the phone. 
  
"Listen, hang on," Buck said, starting to sweat. "Let's make a quick 
deal. Leave your daddy out of this, take the tape, and drive away. We 
all just get on with our lives as if nothing happened." 
  
"Works for me!" Gretchen said with a smile, accepting the VHS video 
from Buck. "I don't know what's on here, but it'll be fun to watch on 
the VCR when we get back to the house. Hey Tiffany Lying Slut Piss Dog 
Daniels. You want to watch with us when we get back?" 
  
"Please, please, just take me home," the high-schooler begged. She 
didn't care what happened, she just wanted to be away from the cop and 
the Mexicans, away from all men who humiliated and used her. 
  
"One more thing, Mr. Sheriff-man," Gretchen said with a lack of respect 
that rankled Buck. "You got any rope? I got an idea, and we're gonna 
need four lengths of rope." Buck nodded, knowing he was defeated. He 
rummaged in a closet for a moment and came up with a length of rope, 
which he cut into four long pieces. 
  
Tiffany and the PKU girls got into their late-model Mustang, cherry- 
red, in the parking lot - the four girls inside, Tiffany in the trunk. 
She knew better than to protest. Just accept your fate, she told 
herself, and get out of here. They closed the lid on her, and she was 
alone in the darkness of the trunk as the car pulled away. 
  
She could hear the girls' muffled voices in the car, but not what they 
were saying. Occasionally there would be an outburst of laughter.  
  
She didn't know how much time had passed, but soon the car the 
stopped, and the trunk was popped open. The PKU girls stood there, 
holding the rope. "Get out, Little Miss Pissy," they ordered. Tiffany 
obeyed, her limbs stiff from riding in a curled-up position. 
  
She looked around, and saw they were at a gas station, apparently in a 
suburb. "We're close to Austin," Amy told her, "and there's no way 
we're taking you back inside our nice sorority house  all covered with 
sperm and pee. So it's washy-washy time. Take off your nightgown."  
  
"What are you going to do to me?" Tiffany asked nervously.  
  
"Shut up and do as your told!" Amy snapped. "Otherwise we'll leave you 
here. And the next guy who pulls in for gas better be a nice guy, cause 
if he isn't, we're done getting you out of trouble, sweetie!"  
  
Defeated, befuddled, tired and stiff, Tiffany pulled the wet, 
stinking nightie over her head and stood, shivering in the night air. 
"Climb up on the roof," Amy ordered, "and lay on your back.  
  
As soon as Tiffany was on top of the Ford Mustang's roof, the four 
girls fanned out, each with a piece of roof. Hands grabbed her ankles 
and her wrists, and spread them out, so that she formed a giant, taut 
X. She could feel rope being looped around her ankles and wrists and 
tied tightly, and when she looked up, she saw the other ends of the 
rope being tied down. Her pussy, now open in a wide V, was facing the 
front of the car, and her ankles were tied to the corners of the front 
bumper. Her arms were stretched out and back, and each wrist was tied 
to a corner of the rear bumper. 
  
She was utterly naked and exposed, laying on her back. She could feel a 
breeze blowing against her pussy lips, and her nipples stiffened. The 
girls started laughing, then singing. 
  
"Workin' at the car wash!/ 
Workin' at the car wash, yeah!" 
  
They got into the car and drove toward the large drive-through car 
wash. "No, no, please don't do this!" Tiffany shouted. "It wasn't my 
fault! None of it was my fault! Why are you being so mean to me? Help! 
Help!" 
  
But it was 6 a.m., and no one was around to hear her cries, except for 
a 19-year-old clerk who was working the overnight shift at the gas 
station. He had left his register and now stood in the gas station lot, 
watching the amazing sight of a girl, naked and tied spread-eagle on 
the roof of a car, being driven into the automatic car wash. 
  
  "Workin' at the car wash!/ 
Workin' at the car wash, yeah!" the sisters of PKU sang merrily.  
  
  The Mustang stopped automatically inside. "No, don't do this! I'll 
drown! Help!" yelled Tiffany. 
  
The jets of hot water shut her up. They seemed to hit her body 
everywhere at once. One jet hit her in the face, and she shut her mouth 
and squeezed her eyes tight. Other jets hit her on her breasts, drilled 
into her ribs, played all up and down her widely splayed legs. Water 
shot at her bare feet, and goosed her wide-open, completely vulnerable 
young pussy. 
  
  Tiffany could not scream. She could only endure. The water stopped, 
and was followed by soap. Gusts of soap covered her body. Although her 
mouth and eyes were shut, it got up her nose and burned. 
  
Then came the brushes. She couldn't see it, but a gigantic roller brush 
descended from the ceiling on a metal arm. It went up the front of the 
Mustang, along the hood, up the windshield, and then right over her 
open, wet pussy. The brush was soft and the bristles tickled, 
stimulating her little love box. She felt it brush her clit gently, and 
then it moved on, up her belly and across her breasts. The 
cheerleader's taut nipples were straining upward, and the brush 
dragging across their sensitive tips sent a quick thrill through her 
body, one she felt in her pussy and in her toes. Then the brush moved 
on over her face, and down the back of the car. 
  
And back it came again, in reverse. Brushes doing the sides of the car 
didn't touch her, but the big brush on top rolled back over her nipples 
and belly and cunt, and back down her legs. Tiffany wanted to wiggle 
her body, but couldn't, she was too tightly tied. 
  
It flashed through her mind briefly that this was somehow the most 
obscene moment of the entire horrible night, to be naked and tied down 
and driven through a car wash, only to find the contact of the soft 
brushes to be sexually stimulating. Maybe everyone was right when they 
kept calling her a slut. Maybe it was her lot in life to be a slut, she 
thought. 
  
But the thought vanished with the rinse cycle, as the hot water came 
back, stronger and hotter than ever. She wasn't sure, but she thought 
maybe one of the jets seemed to be aimed a little differently, because 
it felt like it was hitting her right on the clit. The water was 
burning and the pressure was too strong for her to really get off on 
it, but the intense direct stimulation of her highly sensitive clitoris 
was 
maddening, nonetheless. 
  
When it was almost to the point of feeling good, it stopped, and was 
replaced by blasts of hot air, drying Tiffany and the car. And then it 
was over, and Amy put the car in gear and drove out of the car wash. 
Tiffany felt sure they would stop and untie her, and let her back into 
the car, but they didn't. The PKU sisters just pulled out onto the 
street and began driving, with Tiffany strapped naked to the rook, her 
pussy pointing forward just where the windshield met the roof line. 
  
"Let me down!" she screamed. "Please, let me down." But if the girls 
heard her, they were ignoring her, and they drove on. Dawn was just 
beginning to break, and although there were few cars on the road at 
this hour outside Austin, those that were there honked their horns. 
Tiffany could hear the honking as they drove down the street, and knew 
with deep shame that it was her publicly displayed nudity that was 
causing the commotion. 
  
She had no idea what street they were on or how far it was to the PKU 
house, or ever, for that matter, if they were really going to the PKU 
house or might just be planning to drive her around all day and display 
her nudity to the entire city of Austin and the entire University of 
Texas campus. Tiffany shuddered at the horrible idea. The car stopped 
at a red light, and Tiffany looked up into the eyes of a leering 
redneck. He was driving a big rig truck, and had pulled up next to them 
at the light.  
  
The trucker rolled down his window and feasted his horny eyes on 
Tiffany's helpless, naked form. Her arms twitched, as she would 
normally try to cover herself from his wolfish gaze, but her wrists 
were tied tightly. 
  
"Hey, baby," the trucker said lasciviously. "Are you the hood ornament? 
Cause if you are, you ain't on the hood!" He burst out laughing. 
  
  Tiffany decided not to answer the man. There was nothing she could 
say. 
  
"Hey, honey, talk to me!" he called, but Tiffany remained mute. Please 
turn green please turn green please turn green," she prayed silenty to 
the stoplight. 
  
"Hey, bitch, I asked you a question!" the trucker snarled. He was so 
high in his cab that he could look right down on the spread-eagled 
cheerleader. 
  
The light turned green. The trucker, frustrated that his sparkling 
banter had not worked on the girl, leaned his head out of the cab 
window and let loose a big glop of tobacco juice. The brown gob sailed 
out the window and right onto Tiffany, striking her smack in the belly 
button. She could feel the gross gunk trickle down her nude belly and 
sides, and even worse, that the sweet concave dimple of her belly 
button, a belly button that countless high school boys had stared at 
with lust when she did her cheerleading routines, cute little teen 
navel now acted like a pool to retain a small amount of the tobacco 
juice. 
  
As they pulled away from the light, Tiffany could feel the gross juice 
soaking in her belly-button. She heaved her hips upward, hoping to 
spill it out, but then she heard a horn honk and a guy yelling "Yeah, 
baby!" and realized how obscene it must look, even with her limited 
mobility., to be thrusting her hips as if she were fucking an invisible 
lover on top of her. 
  
Finally, she knew they were turning into the U of Texas campus by the 
change in the buildings, and soon the car stopped outside the PKU 
house. The girls untied her, and Tiffany rubbed the chafed places on 
her wrists and ankles, even while she stood nude in the driveway beside 
the sorority house. She went inside with the girls, and they directed 
her to a bedroom, where she crashed into a deep, deep sleep. 
  
The next thing Tiffany knew she was being awakened by several 
voices, all saying "Hey, Tiffany Baby, time to wake up Sleeping Beauty" 
in varying sarcastic tones. She opened her eyes and was confused for a 
moment, waking up naked on a strange bed in a strange room surrounded 
by college coeds. But then the events of the previous evening came 
rushing back to her, along with a splitting headache and a clammy 
feeling of nausea from all the tequila she had consumed. 
  
"Get dressed, sweetcakes," said Amy. "We need to talk."  
  
When she got downstairs, Tiffany saw several PKU sisters sitting around 
a table. She recognized Amy the red-head who had been her chief 
tormentor, and Gretchen, the willowy brunette who had scammed Sheriff 
Buck into giving up the video. 
  
"Have a seat, Tiff," Amy told her. "You've got some thinking to do. 
While you were sleeping, we watched that video we got from the sheriff. 
My oh my, it's a good thing none of us are lezbos, or we would have 
been fingering ourselves like mad!" The other girls all laughed. "That 
is one hot little tape you two made. When he's searching your pussy for 
drugs and you start moaning and wiggling your hips like you want a hot 
fuck, that ain't acting, sister! The rest of it is just you talking, 
which isn't quite as nasty, but the stories you tell are great. And of 
course you gave your name and full address, so that anyone who sees the 
tape can track you down. 
  
"So we talked about what to do, and came up with two possibilities. The 
first is to sell the tape here at U of T to all the fraternity guys. We 
figure $20 a pop is pretty good for such a rare item, and we can maybe 
sell 500 to 1,000, which is a pretty damn good fund-raiser, considering 
we don't have to do squat! Or you can convince us not to sell the tape 
by doing some work around the house today. You're not expected back 
home till Sunday, and this is just Saturday morning, so you've got 24 
hours."  
  
Tiffany felt sick, and it wasn't just the hangover. The thought of 
hundreds of fraternity boys watching that big cop poke his finger up 
her butt, and of hearing her tell the story of how she was raped by her 
cousin and had to give blowjobs to the basketball team at half-time 
made her want to throw up. And once the tapes got into circulation 
there was no stopping them! People would duplicate them, trade them on 
the Internet, and sooner or later a copy would make its way back to 
Beverly, her hometown. 
  
"I'll do whatever you want," she promised. 
  
"Oh, indeed you will," Gretchen said. "Just so we're clear. You will do 
everything we say for the next 24 hours, no matter what. You will be 
our slave, basically. And in return, you can have the video."  
  
"I agree," said Tiffany. "But please don't be mean to me. Please. I've 
been through so much already." 
  
The sisters of PKU just laughed at their poor little teenaged slave.  
  
The first order of business was her dress. They pulled out a French 
maid's costume, but not even a nice one. It was like a cheap Halloween 
costume. The black bustier top barely covered her full, bouncy breasts. 
The skirt was made out of cheap black vinyl, and was stiff. It flared 
out from her hips, but the girls wouldn't let her wear any panties with 
the outfit, so her entire ass and every centimeter of her sweet young 
bush was completely on display every second. On her legs she wore black 
stockings, thigh-highs that came up to mid-thigh, but ended several 
inches below the hem of the skirt. A pair of black high-heeled pumps, 
with spikes that were almost impossible to walk in, completed the 
outfit. Or so Tiffany thought as she glumly dressed herself. Then 
Gretchen came in with the final accessory: a black leather dog collar 
she fastened around Tiffany's throat. It wasn't the first time Tiffany 
had been forced to wear a dog collar, and she hated what it implied. 
Dog collars were for ugly old whores in porno magazines, not for rich 
and popular teenaged girls like herself! But, she knew, she had no 
choice. 
  
The day was spent doing the most demeaning chores the girls could think 
of. She cleaned the grout in the tile in the entry way with a 
toothbrush, which took three hours, during which people came and went 
from the PKU house and checked out the PKU's new little maid. The 
worst, for Tiffany, was the UPS man, a handsome young man in the 
obligatory brown shirt and shorts, who was invited in enthusiastically 
by a PKU sister. The coed made a big deal about how glad she was to see 
him, and who was the package addressed to, and all the while Tiffany 
was on her hands and knees, about two feet away, scrubbing grout with a 
toothbrush. The UPS man could see her bare bottom jutting out from the 
vinyl skirt, and Tiffany tried to scuttle away, but Amy came in and 
snapped at her:  
  
"Tiffany Daniels! Stand up immediately! Hands at your side!" Tiffany 
jumped to her feet. With her hands at her size, her entire pussy was 
right there for the UPS man to drool over. Tiffany could see the bulge 
in his shorts. 
  
"How do you like our maid?" Amy asked the UPS guy. Oh, he liked her 
very much, he said, and asked for a glass of water, just so he could 
waste as much time in the entry way, using his eyes to practically rape 
the girl's exposed body parts. 
  
After the tile, Tiffany had to clean the sorority's toilets. Then dust 
for cobwebs that had formed up near the ceilings, which meant climbing 
lots of ladders. Several fraternity guys seemed to be dropping in and 
out of the house a lot during this part of her chores, and Tiffany 
thought she heard a couple of them offer to "buy" the PKU slave, but 
she tried to ignore the comments. It was bad enough that she had to 
pull down cobwebs without even a paper towel Ñ just use her bare hands. 
  
Finally it was dinner time, and Amy told the teenage Cinderella that 
she should go clean herself up, take a nice long shower and do her 
hair, then put the French maid's costume back on. Tiffany was starved, 
but obeyed. 
  
At 8 p.m. Saturday night, Tiffany came downstairs, still wearing the 
outlandish and obscene costume, still without any underwear, but 
looking better than she had since she arrived at the PKU house a little 
over a day before. Her makeup was subtle but impeccable, and her long 
blonde hair was beautifully and gently curled. The doorbell rang, and 
she heard a voice call "Maid Tiffany! Get the door!" 
  
She went to the door, opened it, and there stood A.J. and the other 
four RAT boys who had kidnapped her. "Hi," A.J." said. "Can Tiffany 
Daniels play? Ooh, I think maybe she can." The five frat boys pushed 
their way in, all of them grinning and saying hello to their former 
victim. 
  
Amy came into the entry and greeted the RATs as if they were long- lost 
friends. "Thanks for coming over, guys. I see you've met our house 
slave, Tiffany." The girl in the revealing maid's costume was trying to 
disappear, but there was nowhere to go. 
  
"We've heard all about what happened last night, and felt that maybe 
you guys would like a little re-match with Tiffany. Any of you guys 
feel like maybe you didn't get what you wanted last night?" 
  
"Fuckin' A yeah!" the young men all hooted. 
  
"Amy, please, how can you do this to me?" Tiffany pleaded. "I've done 
everything you've asked. You can't turn me over to these guys. They're 
horrible. They'll rape me." 
  
"You know what they say," Amy said. "When rape is inevitable, relax and 
enjoy it. I suggest you keep that in mind for the next couple of hours. 
Did you boys bring the paddle?" 
  
Brian brought the PKU fraternity paddle out from behind his back and 
smacked it against his palm. The loud cracking noise of wood on flesh 
made Tiffany jump. 
  
"Now Tiffany, you know our little arrangement. You promised to do 
everything we told you to do, and now I'm telling you you're going to 
escort these five guys into the bedroom at the top of the stairs and 
spend as the night with with them." 
  
"No, no, no, you can't, you can't," Tiffany whispered, knowing that 
this was it, this was the end of the line. 
  
"Boys, do you have my money?" Amy asked, and all five handed over 
fistfuls of bills. She was being sold to the RAT-boys for sex. 
  
"Now there's really just one rule," Amy said. "When you use that paddle 
on her, hit her as hard  and as often as you want, but don't break the 
skin. She's not one of your pledges, she's a 17-year-old girl. Other 
than that, though, I'm sure you can get that ass nice and red."  
  
"And nice and stretched!" crowed Kevin. 
  
"Whatever do you mean?" asked Amy coyly. "You mean you boys are 
thinking of fucking poor little Tiffany up the ass? All five of you? 
After you paddle the shit out of her? I do believe I should have 
charged more money for this little play-time." 
  
"Fuckin' A!Ó crowed Nick. 
  
"In this case, literally!' quipped Amy. 
  
  Tiffany eyed the door, thinking about making a run for it, but it was 
blocked by the RAT boys. 
  
  "We even provided a soundtrack for the evening's festivities," Amy 
said. "A tape we found in her purse. It's got lots of interesting songs 
on it, and there's a boombox in the room you can play it on. The music 
will help muffle the screams." 
  
"Come on, babe, let's go upstairs," A.J. said, and the RAT-boys all 
grabbed Tiffany by the arms and walked her forcibly up the stairs while 
she begged and pleaded to be turned loose. 
  
The PKU girls heard the door shut firmly, and a few seconds later, 
music began playing loudly, the Stones at full blast: 
  
  "It's down to me/ 
  The way she does just what she's told/ 
  Down to me, the change has come/ 
  She's under my thumb." 
  
There was another knock on the door, and Gretchen opened it and invited 
in Sheriff Lucas Buck and Sam from the diner. 
  
"Good evening, gentlemen," she said. "Welcome to Pi Kappa Upsilon. The 
evening's entertainment is upstairs. Do you have the donation we 
discussed?" 
  
The cop and the cook each handed Gretchen $200 and headed upstairs. 
"Remember," Amy called after them, "no permanent damage. Have as much 
fun as you want with her, but we don't want any evidence." The men both 
smiled evilly, thinking how little that really limited them in what 
they could to Tiffany Daniels over the next few hours. 
  
Amy sighed, and Gretchen turned to her. They heard the upstairs bedroom 
door open, the music blast loudly for a moment, and then the door was 
shut again. A steady, ugly sound could be heard, the sound of a wooden 
paddle being splatted against naked girl-ass, over and over. THWACK! 
THWACK! THWACK! 
  
"I don't hear any screaming," Amy said matter-of-factly.  
  
"They must have gagged her," Gretchen replied calmly. "By the way, are 
you really going to give her that video." 
  
"Hey, a deal's a deal," said Amy. "Of course we're going to give her 
the video. But first, we had to make a copy of it. That was part of the 
original deal, the one we made with her little sister, Stephanie. She 
helped set it up and in return, if we managed to get anything on tape, 
I'm supposed to mail it to her, in care of the principal at her 
school."  
  
"She must be some fucked-up little bitch, that Stephanie," said 
Gretchen. 
  
"She's one cold cunt," said Amy. "And ironically, her sister Tiffany is 
one very warm ass, at least at the moment." 
  
The thwack-thwack-thwacking upstairs had stopped, and the coeds could 
now hear, faintly, the rhythmic creaking of bedsprings. It was going to 
be a long night for Tiffany Daniels. 
  
Amy and Gretchen smiled at each other, and went into the kitchen to get 
some wine. 
  
THE END 
  
"Are you crazy/ 
Are you high/ 
Or just an ordinary guy? 
Have you done all you can do? 
Are you with me, doctor?" 
Ñ Steely Dan
