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TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil
BY DR. WU
CHAPTER NINE

 The usual: This story is for people over 18. If you're under 18, go
away. It is also complete and utter fiction. People behaving like the
characters herein should be punished. It may be posted anywhere that is
free, and may not be posted anywhere that requires a fee.
   The background: This is the fifth story in the saga of Tiffany
Daniels, and it will make more sense if you read the others first. The
first four are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org, the Alt Sex Stories Text
Repository, under my name, Doktorwu. This is a free archive and depends
on your donations to keep operating. I do not make a dime off it. I also
do not have the first four, so while I am happy to hear from (and
correspond) with fans, particularly female fans, I don't email earlier
stories.
   Finally, remember: With Tiffany, it's not about the fucking, it's
about the mind-fucking.

CHAPTER NINE
THE ONE WITH THE SURPRISE GUEST STAR

   "Fuck her ass! Fuck her ass!" screamed the mob of men.

  "Help! Oh God, no, stop!" Tiffany screamed, but of course there was not
a soul in the auditorium who would lift a finger to help the cheerleader.
With her body a mass of pain, she managed to raise herself up a little,
so that she was back on her hands and knees, and at least had some
stability. Lisa had slid part-way off Tiffany's back, so that her feet
were now planted on the floor, on either side of Tiffany's calves. She
had reached forward and grabbed Tiffany's beautiful mane of long blonde
hair with both hands, and was pulling backward on it. The new position
gave the little girl a great deal of leverage, which she was using to her
advantage, ramming the oil-greased dildo up into Tiffany's rectum as hard
as she could.

   "Unhnh! Unnh!" Lisa grunted as she slammed the dildo home. With every
thrust, the dildo sank all the way into Tiffany's tight young box until
Lisa's crotch was jammed up against Tiffany's butt cheeks. And although
Tiffany was not aware of it, every thrust was stimulating Lisa's clit, as
the strap-on's cup had a built-in "tickler," a small rubber plug designed
to rub the clitoris of the woman doing the fucking.

  Every stroke sent Tiffany into a spasm of agony as the ring of
sandpaper made contact with her asshole. Lisa was deliberately jamming it
in as hard as she could, over and over. The gritty coating would plunge
in, rubbing the most sensitive spot on her entire body, and then almost
immediately would be yanked back out, and the pain would be repeated.
Tiffany gave a little grunt of pain with each stroke.

   To add insult to injury, Lisa, who was now completely in control of
the situation, let loose of Tiff's hair with one hand and untied the knot
on her back that held the bikini top on. Just like that, the tiny black
top fell away to the floor, and Tiffany's big, glorious knockers were
exposed to the slobbering crowd.

   "Fuck her ass! Fuck the slut!" yelled the men.

   "Unnhh! Unnh!" grunted Lisa, her eyes shut tight now, concentrating on
inflicting the maximum pain and humiliation on Tiffany.

    "OK, everybody, let's just hold it!" Snake yelled above the chaos.
"HOLD IT. EVERYBODY FUCKING FREEZE!" the bar owner bellowed, and it was
as if he had thrown a switch. Lisa paused her slam-fucking, Tiffany was
quiet, and the men in the audience all looked at Snake, wondering what
was coming next.

   "Let's get this fuckin' thing organized!" Snake said into the mike.
"Now Tiffany Daniels is the loser, and that means she's going to be
auctioned off to the highest bidder to do with as he pleases. So you guys
gotta decide. You wanna watch Lisa fuck Tiffany up the ass, or you wanna
start the auction so one of you can use her like the street whore she is
deep down in her soul?"

   "100 dollars!" Mr. Green shouted. "200 bucks!" yelled another voice.

   "OK, Jesus, hang on!" Snake shouted. He was having trouble controlling
events, and that did not make Snake happy. "We're gonna do this right.
Lisa, I guess the guys want to move things along, and I know you looked
like you were eventually going to cum if you kept slamming Tiffany's ass,
I'm gonna order you to get off now. I mean get off of Lisa's back." He
smiled, and some of the teachers chuckled. Lisa reluctantly climbed off
her vanquished foe and stood there, her cock bobbing, her nipples jutting
out a full inch from her cupcake-sized breasts.

   "Now, Stephanie, get me the dog collar. It's time to put it back on
Tiffany," Snake said.

   Stephanie stood up in the auditorium, and the men sitting nearby
noticed she was pale and trembling.

   "I don't have it, sir," she said, addressing Snake submissively.

   His face darkened. "What do you mean, my dear?" he said softly. Mr.
White shuddered, knowing how bad this was. If Snake was merely annoyed,
he would have called Stephanie cunt or slut. But by addressing her mildly
as "my dear," it meant he was enraged, and trying to control himself.

   "I took it off Tiffany in the girl's room. I, uh, I, uh, cut it off,"
Stephanie said in a little-girl voice, looking as if she was about to run
from the room.

   "You cut my dog collar?" Snake said. "Well, you're going to pay for
that, Stephie. I'm very sorry, but you're going to have to pay severely.
Now go into my backpack, cause I've got a spare in there, and bring me
the collar and the remote."

   Tiffany had scrambled to her feet, and now stood on the Daniels High
stage, the very spot where she had played two different leading Marias.
Naked, degraded, abused. She didn't even bother to pick up the bikini top
and try to cover her beautiful breasts. Fuck 'em, she thought. Let 'em
look. I don't care.

   Stephanie gave Snake the collar, and he walked over to Tiffany. Her
hands hung at her side, and she didn't even protest when he fastened the
collar around her lovely neck. "Let's just give this a test, to make sure
it works," he said with a cruel sneer, and mashed the button.

   "Ahhhhh! Fuck!" Tiffany screamed as the voltage shot into her nubile
young body. She had forgotten how badly the collar hurt, and she clutched
at it frantically while Snake just smiled and let the current flow into
her battered body.

   "So, I guess we're ready to auction off Tiffany Daniels," he said.
"Let's try not to behave like savages, shall we?"

   "$100," Green repeated. "200" yelled Mr. Mathers, the music teacher.
"$300 bucks!" shouted Mr. Combs, the shop teacher. Doc and his friends
looked at one another, bummed out. The bidding was already too expensive
for them.

   "$500!" Roger White said dramatically from the stage. "I've had her
before, but I've got something new I want to try on her while she's
wearing that collar!"

  The bidding escalated, and Tiffany just stood there, center stage, the
spotlight from thr back of the room trained on her sweat-streaked naked
body, her head down. She didn't notice Stephanie sneak out of the
auditorium, or coming running back in about a minute later, flushed with
excitement. The slutty little girl pranced up onto the stage and
whispered into Snake's ear. He held up a hand to silence the men, and
listened. He nodded. And smiled the cruelest smile yet.

   "Gentlemen!" Snake announced. "I would like to propose a change of
plans. I know I promised to auction off Tiffany, but I am now going to
ask you all to withdraw your bids."

   There was a rumble of confusion from the men gathered at the lip of
the stage. "What the fuck?" "No way!" "What's the deal?" It grew in
volume, until Snake spoke again.

   "To compensate, I want to invite you all out to my bar, the Snake Pit.
There we will lock the doors and instead of just one of you getting to
fuck a teenaged girl senseless, every single one of you will be able to
fuck a teenaged girl senseless. As many times as you can get it up. How
does that sound?

   "Al right!" Lumpy yelled. "Fuckin' A!" said another of Doc's biker
friends. "Outstanding," murmured the Asian gentleman.

   "So as soon as we finish our business here, we'll all head out to my
place. We'll be joined by Miss Stephanie Daniels, who will be punished
for messing up my first dog collar. And what the hell, I think I'll also
invite Miss Lisa Boulet. I've got some special plans for Stephanie that
involve a little game called 'Guess What's In Your Pussy?' and we may
need a backup girl. And Lisa's handy, so you're it, babe!"

   "No way!" Lisa shouted. "You said the winner could go free! That is so
unfair!"

  "Change of plans, Lisa babe," Snake said calmly. "You liked it when we
changed plans at the mall, now you don't like it when the shoe's on the
other foot. Tough titties, kiddo."

   "But it's not fair!" she pouted.

   "Hey, remember your history," Mr. Brown said. As John F. Kennedy said,
Life isn't fair."

   "That's enough," Snake snapped. "Shut up this second, Lisa, or it'll
be you hanging upside down trying to figure out what's making your cunt
hurt so bad, and Stephanie on the sidelines giving blowjobs. So not
another fuckin' word, Bullets!"

   The auditorium was silent. "So does everyone agree to withdraw his bid
for Slave Tiffany?"

   The men murmured their assent. "That's good," Snake said, "because the
bidding was starting to get out of hand. I had a feeling she was going to
go for a couple of thousand bucks, and that would give her an inflated
opinion of herself. And as most of you know, one of the reasons Tiffany
is so much fun to play with is because she already think her shit doesn't
stink, like she's God's gift to the world. The last thing we want is to
reinforce that notion in her silly little head.

   "So if everyone who's going to my place has withdrawn their bids, is
there anyone who isn't going who would like to bid on Tiffany?"

   The men looked confused. Suddenly a voice sounded from the back of the
room.

   "Twenty-five cents!"

   Everyone wheeled to look, and saw a teenaged boy standing in the back
of the auditorium.

   "Hayden!" Tiffany whispered. Oh God, it was her boyfriend, her
beloved, the one male in her life who didn't treat her like a whore. And
he was here!

   "SOLD!" Snake shouted before anyone could react. "To the boy in the
back for 25 cents. And I think that's appropriate, cause that's exactly
what Tiffany Daniels is worth."

   "Hayden Fox?" said Roger White. "You were supposed to stay up there
and operate the spotlight, son!"

   "She's my girl," Hayden said simply. "And I want her."

   Tiffany's heart began to pound, and she felt as if she would cry.
Hayden was rescuing her! This was a happy ending beyond her wildest
dreams! Her Hayden was here, and he would take her away and everything
would be fine!

   The tall, lanky high school senior loped down the aisle from the back
of the auditorium toward the stage. "It was Stephanie's idea," he told
the group. "No way I was gonna outbid all the adults. But she told me she
knew how to get Snake to get everyone to withdraw, and this way I can
have her." As he got closer, Tiffany searched his face for the love she
knew she would find there.

   But it was not there. This was a different Hayden.  His eyes were hard
and cruel and full of lust.  He was looking at Tiffany, at her bounteous
teenaged beauty, her ripeness, her blue cat-like Kournikova eyes, the
swell of her C-cup tits, the perfection of her tanned, toned body. He was
licking his lips.

   "Here's your quarter," he said, handing a coin to Snake after climbing
the steps onto the stage.

   "Hey, Tiff," he said. "Lookin' mighty good there. You been havin' fun
today, babe?"

   "Hayden, God, thank God you're here," she said. "Take me home, honey."

   "Oh, I'm gonna take you, all right. But not home. Not yet. There's a
men's room just off stage. I'm gonna take you there, first."

   "No, Hayden, please, don't do this to me. I love you!" she wailed.

   "And I thought I loved you. I thought I knew you. Now I find out half
the teachers in school have already fucked you, and you go out prancing
around naked at shopping malls, and you're nothing but a fucking slut.
Well, you're gonna be MY fucking slut from now on. And I'm going to make
up for lost time. Bitch!"

   "Hayden, please, it wasn't my fault! They made me do it!"

   The boy turned away from Tiffany and held out his hand to Snake. "Mind
if I borrow that remote control?" he asked.

   "Hayden, no, God, no, I love you, please..." Tiffany babbled.

   "Take that fuckin' dildo off," Hayden ordered the confused and
trembling girl.

   Snake handed the boy the remote. "You look like you know what you're
doing," he told Hayden quietly, in a low voice so that Tiffany couldn't
hear, "but let me give you some advice you may not have thought of.
First, she's had a vibrating egg up her snatch for a couple hours, so she
may be a little loose there. Even though she had that dildo up her,
she'll be a lot tighter in the back door, if you know what I mean." He
winked at Hayden, who grinned.

   "Another thing," Snake added. "Water is a really good conductor of
electricity. If, perhaps, a girl were to have her head jammed into a
toilet while a guy was slamming her up the butt, and if her electronic
dog collar were then activated, whoa, baby, I think she'd probably have
to be scraped off the ceiling."

   Tiffany had torn off the strap-on, which lay on the ground. She was
completely naked, in high heels. "Come on, Tiff, let's go," Hayden said,
taking her by the hand and leading her offstage. She was protesting the
entire time, begging him not to. "Please, Hayden, I'll be good to you,
don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, I could give you a good blow job, a
really good one, Hayden..."

   Then there was silence for a couple of minutes. Then a scream. And the
sound of a toilet flushing.

   "OK, guys, let's get this show on the road," Snake said to the men.
"Grab these two little high school honeys and follow me out to Snake's
Pit, and we're gonna have us one helluva major good time."

   Another scream sounded from behind a closed door, somewhere down a
hall in Daniels High School.

   "Although maybe not as good a time as that boy is having himself."

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?"
----Steely Dan

COMING NEXT: Dr. Wu's Song Cycle. Excerpts from Dr. Wu's rejected
doctoral dissertation, " A Deconstruction of Adolescent Sexual Imagery in
Contemporary Popular Music." New characters, new situations, same old
sick perversions and point of view. Watch for it here.

-- 
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reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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