Saturday, March 9, 2013

Trippin' with Tiffany SeXStoRY

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 s****r, 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 f***ed 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, f***ed to appear topless at a shopping mall and finally f***ed 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 s****r set her up, betrayed her, with her 13-year-old cousin Matt and his friends, and she had spent the weekend being ****d 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, s*s, 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 s****r, 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 s****r 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, s*s," 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, s*s," 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 s****r 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 s****rs 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 s****r 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 s****r 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, s*s," 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 s****r 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 d**g 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 s****r 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 s****r. Pee, cum, s****r. Pee, cum, s****r." 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 asl**p 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, s*s. 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 s****r 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 s****r 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 s****rs 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 s****r 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 s****r. 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 s****rs. 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 s****rs 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 d***k as she finished off her second large glass of wine. Another dare, from one sorority s****r, 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 ****d 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 ****d, 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 s****r, 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 d**gged, 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 s****rS, 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 b*****rs, 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 b*****rs 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 b*****rs 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 d**g- 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 d***k and d**g-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 s*******n 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 d**gs 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 d**g-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 d**gs. 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, b*o!" 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 d***k 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 d**gs 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 d***k, 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 k**napped me, they were gonna **** me, they're horrible, none of this is my fault." "I told you to shut up," Buck said. "Sam, did anybody **** 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 k**napped, fondled, molested, mocked, humiliated and nearly gang-****d, 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 reinf***ed two years when she was 15, and her father had hired Manuel, an i*****l 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 s****r 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 f****y 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 d****d 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 d***k 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 u******ed 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 d**gs 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 f***ed 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 d**g 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 d**g 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 bl**d was rushing to her head from the face-down position she was being f***ed to hold. "It's standard procedure to lubricate a finger before an anal d**g 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 i*****l d**g 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 i*****ls, 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 f***ed 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 d**gs. He searched it as thoroughly and as diligently as any customs official would search the most obvious d**g courier coming in from Colombia. He knew she didn't have any d**gs, 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 d**gs 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 i*****l d**gs?" "I smoked some marijuana, but I can explain that too. They f***ed 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 s****r 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 f***ed 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' i*****l 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, k**. 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, k**do. 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 s****r 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 b*****rhood 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 s****r 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 s****rs 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 s****rs 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 sl**p. The next thing Tiffany knew she was being awakened by several voices, all saying "Hey, Tiffany Baby, time to wake up sl**ping 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 s****rs 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 sl**ping, 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 d**gs and you start moaning and wiggling your hips like you want a hot fuck, that ain't acting, s****r! 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 ****d 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 s****rs 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 f***ed 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 s****r. 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 **** 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 k**napped 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 **** me." "You know what they say," Amy said. "When **** 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 e****t 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 s****r, 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 s****r 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 THE STUFF THAT GOES FIRST: This story contains sex, dirty words, public humiliation, an u******ed girl, i*****l d**gs, 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.

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