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

 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 THREE
THE ONE WITH THE SHOCKING SURPRISE

   "Let's get this fuckin' show on the road!" Snake said. "Tiffany,
you're supposed to be the boss here. What do you want to do?"

   "Well, there's this mall I know, about a half hour from here, and
we're gonna go there, and have a little fun with Lisa."

   "Sounds like a plan. But first, I got one more addition to little
Lisa's outfit. He rummaged around in his knapsack and pulled out a dog
collar. "Here, put this on, slut."

   Lisa, still obedient, took it and fastened it around her own neck.
Tiffany smiled at the sight of her rival wearing a see-through dress,
totally nude underneath, and a demeaning dog collar. Snake pulled out a
small padlock the size of a nickel and hooked it through the collar's
clasp, locking it in place.

   "Now you're not just Lisa the Slut, you're Lisa the Dog Slut. Are you
gonna be a good doggy?"

   "Yes, sir," Lisa answered, her face again bright red with
embarrassment.

   "And it's a special dog collar," Snake said, as he pulled something
else from the bag, It was a small device about the size of a deck of
cards, with a red button in the middle. "Here, Tiffany, you do the
honors. Push the button and see what happens."

   "AHHHH! Fuck! Fuck!" Lisa suddenly screamed, and began clawing at the
collar around her neck, trying to rip it off.

   "That's enough," Snake said. "This is a training collar I use on my
pit bulls. There are little slivers of metal embedded in it, and electric
wires. This here's a remote control. You press the button, doggie gets a
zap. Not enough to do any permanent damage or leave a mark, but it hurts
like a motherfucker. Doesn't it, Lisa?"

   "Please take it off!" the girl begged, suddenly on the verge of tears.
"Please, please, I'll do whatever you want. It really hurt!"

   "It's just a little extra persuader," Snake said. "The blackmail with
the cops and the threat of a few rounds of 'What's in Your Pussy?' back
at the bar ought to be enough, but I could tell when I saw you that you
weren't going to be an easy filly to tame. This way, if you so much as
look cross-eyed at an order from me or Tiff, you'll get a zap. If I hold
down the button long enough, I can give you pain like you've never known
before. But we don't want that, do we, Lisa Dog?"

   "No sir."

   "Good. Let's go. I brought my truck, but that little Miata there looks
like fun. Tiffany, put the top down and drive. Lisa, you can sit on my
lap. You got a problem with sitting on my lap for the ride?" he leered,
licking his lips.

   "No sir."

  Suddenly Tiffany had a thought. "Snake," she said, "back there at the
house, when you asked Lisa if she'd ever sucked a dick? She said she
hadn't. But that was a lie. She sucked Principal White's dick the other
day. Didn't you Lisa?"

   Lisa Boulet looked over at Tiffany with a glare of pure hatred.

   "Did you lie to me,  Lisa?" Snake asked softly.

   "I didn't lie. I thought you meant if I had ever done, uh, that,
willingly, like with a guy I liked or something. I didn't think it should
count when I was forced to!"

   "It doesn't count?" Snake laughed. "You silly little twat, of course
it counts. You had a cock in your mouth, you sucked it. End of story. I
guess you need a little demonstration of reality, babe. And I'm just the
guy to give it you!"

  Snake reached down and grabbed Lisa's dress and pulled it up around her
waist, making her naked from the waist down. Tiffany glanced over and saw
Lisa's pussy, with his sparse covering of light brown hair, exposed in
the sunlight. Snake reached around to his knapsack and pulled out a tube.

   "This here is KY Jelly, Lisa Dog. I've been horny as hell since I laid
eyes on you, and I thought it would be fun to tear off a piece of your
sweet young ass while we rocketed down the highway.

   "Please don't," Lisa pleaded. "I'm so sorry, please, don't hurt me,
don't make me do this."

   Snake twisted in his seat, unfastening his jeans and pulling them
down. His cock popped up, nestled against Lisa's back, and she could feel
the heat radiating off the huge iron spike of his dick. He lubed up his
hard-on with the lubricant as Lisa started to rise up in her seat in a
futile attempt to escape. Tiffany was having trouble keeping her eyes on
the road, as right next to her her enemy was about to get fucked by this
awful man, right in the passenger seat of her car.

   "Here goes, baby. Time for a little trip up the Hershey Highway!"
Snake yelled as the wind whipped through the car. He lifted the tiny girl
under both armpits, aimed the purple mushroom head of his penis at the
tiny brown rosebud of her ass, and then settled her back onto his lap.

   "Ooooof! Stop, God it hurts, stop, don't do this!" she screamed

   "Relax that asshole, girlie, and let my cock do his work, or I'll not
only rape your ass, I'll hold down that button while I'm doing it and
you'll have pain all over that sweet little body."

   Lisa was crying now, her fate sealed, nowhere to turn. Tiffany knew
just hot the poor girl felt. She, too, had been tormented and abused by
sadistic older men, she too had had the virginity of her backdoor ripped
away in what was nothing more than rape. She found herself breathing
heavily, her skin tingling all over. She figured it was seeing Lisa get
her comeuppance, rather than any possibility that she was identifying
with the girl's victimization.

   "Yeah, baby, come on down," Snake hissed, pulling the struggling,
squealing girl downward. Slowly, her poor rectum stretched out to
accommodate the massive invasion of his penis. He gasped, and she did
too, when the head pooped past her anal ring and began a slow, torturous
journey, a millimeter at a time, up her tight anal passage.

   "Thank God for KY!" Snake yelled. "I'd never get up that bunghole
without it!"

   "AAAAhhh, it hurts! It hurts! Stop it!" Lisa bellowed in pain. Snake
kept a tight grip on the young cheerleader, holding her in place while he
began thrusting his pelvis upward, burying his monster cock deeper and
deeper into her spasming little orifice.

   "Why are you doing this to me?" Lisa wailed.

   "Well, for one thing I'm doing it because as soon as I saw you I said
to myself Snake old pal, you gotta get your dick up that ass. For another
thing, this is how you're gonna earn the right to wear those panties at
the mall, rather than have your twat on display for every guy in the
world to ogle. For still another thing, you really ought to thank me,
because if we get to that mall and I'm all horny and tense, I'm gonna be
really mean, but if I've blasted off inside your butt, I'll be a little
more mellow, so again, it's in your best interest. And finally, and I
guess the real reason to all this, is that I'm fucking your ass because
you apparently pissed Tiffany off."

   "Ohhh, God, I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, Tiffany, please tell him
to stop, he's gonna rip me up down there, it's too big! Tiffany, please,
tell him to stop!" Lisa was screaming as the Miata picked up speed, and
Tiffany just smiled from the driver's seat. This was sweet, sweet
revenge, she thought, getting back in little goody-two-shoes Lisa Bullets
for talking trash about her.

   "Oh, a little dick up the ass never hurt anybody," Tiffany said. Snake
thrust upward again, and Lisa could feel his scratchy pubic hair rub
against the tender skin of her butt cheeks. He had buried every bit of
his cock insider her!

   "So tell me, Tiff, if you don't mind, what did this little slut do to
you to deserve this?" Snake asked.

   "She was talking trash about me," Tiffany said, keeping her eyes on
the road. She was approaching a red light and braked to a stop. "I'm a
senior and she's a sophomore and she didn't know her place."

   "That's all?" Snake asked. "Man, that's fuckin' cold. I figured she
stole your boyfriend or something."

   "I wouldn't want her fuckwad boyfriend!" Lisa spat.

   "Hey, shut up, cunt, or I'll play Bad Doggie with your collar," Snake
growled. Just then a car pulled up beside Tiffany on the passenger side.
A teenaged boy rolled down his window and goggled at the scene next to
him: Beautiful Tiffany driving, Snake in the passenger seat and lovely
Lisa on his lap, wearing a next-to-nothing sundress.

   "Dude!" yelled the teenager to Snake. "Way to go!"

   Snake turned and smiled and spoke matter-of-factly. "Yeah, I'm fuckin'
her up the ass right now," he said. The light turned green and Tiffany
floored the car as Snake burst into laughter and the teenager's mouth
hung open.

   Tiffany found the exit ramp and moved onto the Interstate, as Lisa
Boulet kept up her cries of pain and humiliation at being butt-raped.

   "So tell me, Lisa-Doggie, you ever masturbate?" Snake asked. "And
don't lie to me, or I'll sit on this remote control and zap you till your
neck starts to smoke!"

   "Yes, sir!" Lisa said. Her eyes were screwed shut and she was biting
her lower lip in pain as Snake worked his cock in and out of her ass.

   "Good!" Snake called to her above the whistling wind. "I want you to
reach down and start playin' with yourself, and I want you to give
yourself a big ol' whoppin' orgasm. As soon as you cum, I'll cum too, and
pull this bad boy out of your butt. But if you don't cum, I'm just gonna
keep fucking you and fucking you and fucking you all the way to the mall.
You got that?"

  "Yes, sir," Lisa replied. She instantly got busy, spreading her legs a
little to expose her bare pussy, licking her fingertips and rubbing her
clit.

   Tiffany couldn't help but keep glancing over. God, she was getting so
hot, she couldn't believe it. Snake was like a dream come true, so
powerful and sure of himself. He was a guy who didn't mess around, who
got right to the point with giving Lisa 18 kinds of hell. She wondered
what his cock felt like. And as she watched Lisa try to bring herself
off, she thought about touching herself as well. Her clit needed
attention so badly, it was as if it was calling her name: Tiffany! Touch
me! Play with me! Lisa's getting off and you're not!

   But she made herself keep both hands on the  wheel like her daddy had
taught her. The lightweight convertible was rocking slightly now, as
Snake jerked himself up and down, up and down, plunging himself deeper
and deeper, ravishing the 15-year-old's no-longer-virgin asshole. And
Lisa was contributing too, clutching the dashboard with her left hand so
that her right hand could stay busy on her clit. Tiffany noticed that her
enemy had stopped crying about the pain, and had started making a low
humming sound that sounded almost like a cat purring.

   "Ooh, yeah, Lisa baby, I think you're liking it now," Snake said. "I
can feel those muscles of yours giving a massage to my rod. Can you make
yourself cum, Lisa?" He lowered his voice and started whispering into her
like a mantra, repeating over and over, "Cum for me, Lisa, cum for me
slut, cum for me baby, come on baby, rub that clitty, you bad girl, you
fuckin' slut, you're so fuckin' hot, you're the hottest fuckin' chick
ever, cum for me baby..."

   "MMMMMM-mmmmmmmm," Lisa hummed. She was concentrating now, trying to
block out that pain of the gigantic cock that was violating her, thinking
about her pussy, about the warmth and the pressure. If she could make
herself cum, her ordeal would be over. "MMMMM-hhmmmmmmm," she moaned,
over and over.

   Even with the top down, the Miata felt like it was full of sex,
Tiffany thought. Snake's seductive whisperings, Lisa's moans of pleasure,
her own horniness, all were mixing together into some pheromone-laced
stew of lust. Only they're both going to get off, Tiffany thought, and
I'm not! It's not fair!

   "Oh yeah, baby, clamp those muscles down!" Snake suddenly yelled, just
as Lisa burst out, "Ohhhhhh, GOD! GOD! GOD! Yesyesyesyes!" She began to
shake violently and whether ir was her muscles working on his cock or
just him being a man of his word, Snake erupted just then, also, his face
turning red as he pumped his seed deep into the teenager's bottom.

   They were both screaming in unison: "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Then they were
done. Tiffany squeezed her  thighs together, frustrated. She rubbed them
against each other, surreptitiously, trying to get a little friction
going on her own clit. The whole scene had made her incredibly horny, but
she couldn't admit that, couldn't just start diddling herself in front of
the two of them.

   "Oh fuck, baby, that was awesome!" Snake said as he lifted Lisa off
his lap and allowed his dick to withdraw. "That's the best teenaged ass
I've ever fucked in my life. If you weren't jailbait, I'd hire you to
come do lap dances at my club!"

   "Do I get my panties back?" Lisa asked. Tiffany thought she heard a
tone of seductiveness in Lisa's voice, as if the little tart was flirting
with her tormentor.

   "Hell yes! After a fuck like that, you can have anything you want!"
Snake said enthusiastically.

   "Hey, I get a say in this!" Tiffany interjected. It was as if Snake
and Lisa were playing their own game, and she was hardly in it anymore.
This was supposed to be her show, damn it!

   "You get a say in some things, Tiff," Snake said, eyeing the older
girl. "But I gave Lisa my word she could have her panties after I ass-
fucked her, so I'm gonna keep my word. Now tell me, why are we going to
this particular mall?"

   Tiffany hesitated. The reason, of course, was that this was where,
White, Green, Brown and Black had taken her last year, where she had been
forced to blow a Gap clerk and strip to the waist and walk around with
metal balls stuck up inside her. It somehow seemed appropriate for her
revenge on Lisa to take the younger girl to the same place. But she
couldn't say any of that, as she didn't want Snake or Lisa to know the
horrible secrets of her past.

   "It's just a cool mall," Tiffany said. Snake looked at her curiously,
not believing her.

   She was confused. Snake and Lisa seemed to have bonded somehow during
the trip. They'd had a simultaneous orgasm, and now were talking more
like friends and less like enemies. Her sexual frustration made her head
feel all wooly. This wasn't going the way she had planned at all. This
was supposed to be her day, and it was slipping from her grasp.

   The mall exit came up, and she turned off the interstate.

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