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TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM Mf/f teen nc humil
BY DR. WU
CHAPTER FOUR
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 FOUR
THE ONE WITH THE OLD SWITCHEROO
Tiffany sat in the parking lot of Southlands Mall, trying to control
her shivering. What was wrong with her? This was her show, she told
herself. She was the boss, Lisa was the slave, Snake was there to help
her humiliate Lisa, just as she had been humiliated here last year.
Maybe it was the horniness, from having to sit there and drive while
Snake had raped Lisa's ass and then listen to the two of them cum. Maybe
it was excitement. Maybe it was the memory of that night Roger White and
the others had taken her here, the way they had handcuffed her and
fingered her in the back seat of the SUV, forcing her to sing "I am 16
Going on 17." It had been a horrible, horrible night, the confused
teenager thought, and yet one that she could not forget.
Get a grip, girl, she said to herself. Her nipples were aching, her
skin was burning, and her pussy seemed to be leaking juice. She felt
buzzed, like when she had been forced to smoke a joint, but it wasn't a
mellow buzz. It was jangly, harsh.
Lisa was standing next to the Miata, pulling her panties on under the
sheer sundress.
"Jesus Christ, my poor little butt hurts!" she whined. "I can barely
even walk!"
"I have that effect on women," Snake said boasted. "And anyway, even
if your asshole hurts, I'll be that little pussy of yours feels pretty
fine after the workout she got."
"No thanks to you!" Lisa shot back.
"Hey, slut!" Snake said. "Don't forget. We ain't equals. The proper
response is 'Yes, sir.' Now, does your pussy feel good, you little slut?"
"Yes sir,"
"That's better," Snake said, as he shouldered his black knapsack. "So,
Tiffany, what do you want to do?" he asked.
"Well, I don't have a specific plan yet, but I figured we'd make
something up once we got inside," she answered.
"You don't have a plan?" Snake asked.
"Uh, no," she replied, feeling suddenly inadequate. Why couldn't she
think up creative ways to embarrass Lisa? Everyone she knew seemed to be
able to come up with ways to embarrass Tiffany.
"Whatever," Snake sighed, and she could tell he was disappointed.
The trio entered through the Sears entrance. "So you want me to just
kinda take over?" Snake asked.
"Uh, sure," Tiffany said. "For now, anyway."
"Well, then, Lisa, here's your first little assignment for the
afternoon." He reached into the bag and pulled out an enormous black
dildo. Made of molded rubber and contoured with frighteningly realistic
bulging veins, it was as big around as a man's forearm and 12 inches
long. Snake handed the monstrosity to little Lisa.
"We'll go to the tool department or someplace where there's plenty of
guys and find a male clerk. You will go up to him and tell him you need
replacement batteries for your vibrator here. You'll get him to put the
batteries in, and make sure it works properly. You will pretend the whole
time that you're just a little cocktease, and not give any sign that
you're doing this against your will. If your performance doesn't convince
me and Tiffany, we'll just head on over to my bar for a few rounds of
"Guess What's In Your Pussy." You got it, ass-slut?"
Lisa swallowed. "Yes, sir," she said meekly.
In the tool department, Tiffany instantly saw the clerk she wanted. He
was a young black man, tall and handsome, in his early 20s. "That's your
guy," she said to Lisa, pointing out the clerk.
The young girl squared her shoulder and marched off, with Snake and
Lisa trailing behind. They kept close enough to listen, but far enough
away to make it look as if Lisa was alone in the store.
"Excuse me, sir," Lisa said to the clerk. "Can you help me a minute?"
"Ma'am," said the clerk. He turned to Lisa and his eyes bulged out
like a cartoon character when he saw the humongous purple-black cock she
was holding. It didn't even register at first how she was dressed, but
then he adjusted his gaze and took in the whole scene: a short, gorgeous
teenage girl wearing what amounted to a see-through dress. With no bra!
Damn, he could see her titties right through the material!
"My, uh, uh, my vibrator here is out of batteries. Do you sell
batteries?"
"Jesus, lady!" the clerk sputtered. "What the hell are you doing
carrying a thing like that around in Sears!"
Lisa blushed furiously. Tiffany could tell it was difficult for the
high school girl to go on, but Lisa plunged ahead.
"Can you just get me some batteries?"
"Yeah, yeah, c'mere," the clerk said, and pulled Lisa behind a
display.
"What size?" he asked.
"I don't know."
"Well, let's open it up and see." He unscrewed the bottom as if it was
a flashlight, and out popped four D batteries. "Mmm, some real power
here," he muttered. "Damn, girl, you got a set of balls on you, you don't
mind my saying so. You just wave that thing around like it was cotton
candy."
"Can I just have my batteries?" Lisa asked. Tiffany had moved a few
feet away, and could see the desperate, anxious look on Lisa's face.
The clerk had regained his composure after his surprise, and was
starting to toy with the helpless victim. He figured any girl brazen
enough to dress like this and wave a huge black dildo around in public
wouldn't be adverse to a little flirting.
"Sure, I'll get 'em for you, baby. But let me ask you, you use that
thing often?"
"Uh, yeah, sure."
He lowered his voice. "Ever try the real thing?"
Lisa stared at the floor.
"No."
"So you like to pretend, is that it?"
"Uh, I guess."
"Do you prefer a black one to a white one? Cause I know you could buy
a white one, but you must like it black. Am I right, baby?"
"I guess."
"You guess? Just answer the question. Do you like black or white
better?"
"I don't know. Please, can I just have the batteries?"
The clerk realized that no matter how big a slut she was, she was
still a customer and he was on thin ice.
"Sure, baby, here you go," he said, and handed over a four-pack.
"Could you, uh, put 'em in please, sir?" Lisa asked.
The clerk couldn't help himself. His cock was raging in his pants,
wanting to get at this sweetheart of a young white slut. "You want me to
put it in, baby? Is that what you want?" he teased.
"The batteries," Lisa said. She looked as if she was about to burst
into tears.
"Yeah, I'd like to put something in," the clerk said, leering. "I'd
like to put something in good and deep, baby." He moved closer to Lisa.
The display was blocking them from view of most of the people in the
store. He had to see how far he could go. He reached out a hand, slowly,
and brushed it down the front of her thin dress. Lisa shuddered, but knew
she dare not back away, with Tiffany and Snake luring nearby and spying.
"You like that, baby?" the clerk asked. "Yeah, I think you like it
black. That's why you came to me instead of someone else." His hand
lingered on her stomach, above the dress, and slowly, slowly moved down
toward her crotch. Lisa held her breath.
The clerk's hand settled on the teenager's crotch. He pressed one
finger in, right onto her clit, pressing through the dress and the cotton
panel of her white panties. She could feel the pressure on her clit, and
the little button was still sensitive from the orgasm she'd just had in
the car. But she couldn't tell him to stop. Snake had given her
instructions.
"Damn, lookit how hard your little nipples are," the clerk said.
Indeed, they were poking straight out, making painfully obvious bumps in
the sundress. "I'll bet those little boys would like a nice kiss,
wouldn't they baby. Or maybe I oughta call you a 'ho." He was speaking
softly so that only she could hear him, and began to work his finger up
and down, teasing and tickling her clitoris through the fabric. Lisa bit
her lip to keep from moaning. It was the most awful, repellent moment in
her 15 years, but she couldn't deny the fact that she was aroused as
well.
"I get off in 2 hours. Why don't you meet me back here and I'll take
you home and give your white ass a fuck like it's never had before. What
you say, my little honky ho?"
"What the hell is going on here, Tyrone?!?!"
The voice startled both the clerk and Lisa, both of whom had sunk into
a near-hypnotic trance. They wheeled and saw an obese white man in his
40s, his hands on his fat hips.
"Tyrone, if you want to play with your girlfriend, do it on your own
time. Or I'll fire your ass. You got that?"
"Yes sir, Mr. Miller, I'm sorry sir," Tyrone babbled, backing away
from Lisa Boulet as if she were suddenly radioactive.
Miller, the assistant manager, looked at Lisa. "Young lady," he said
pompously, "it's not my place to tell people how to dress, but that
outfit is totally inappropriate to be wearing in public. I suggest you
change, or go somewhere else.'
"Yes sir!" Lisa bleated. She tucked the dildo under her folded arms,
trying her best to hide it, and walked away as quickly as she could. She
was almost to the exit when Snake and Tiffany caught up with her.
"Oh, God, that was awful!" Lisa wailed. "I feel like shit. Did you see
what that asshole was doing?"
"You bet I did!" Tiffany said. She was breathing hard. "So who's the
big shot now, Lisa?"
Lisa turned to Snake. "Can I speak my mind without getting more
punishment?" she asked.
"Well, you're gonna get more punishment no matter what," he said, "so
you might as well speak your mind."
"Tiffany Daniels, I hate you! I loathe and despise you! I wouldn't
piss in your mouth if your lungs were on fire. And I swear to you, when
this is over, I'm going to get revenge on you. And you will remember it
for the rest of your scummy life!"
"Whoa, babe!" Snake said. "What a speech! But let me remind you,
you're the one who's in trouble with the principal, not Tiffany. So you
can talk all you want, but we're here action."
"Yeah!" said Tiffany. "I'm not afraid of you."
Lisa glared at Tiffany with a penetrating stare of pure hatred.
"Come on, let's hit the mall, ladies," Snake said. "This is not the
time or place for a catfight. Although ..." he trailed off, and his eyes
glittered with the fantasy that had just popped into his mind -- of
Tiffany and Lisa squaring off in a vicious, clothes-ripping, hair-
pulling, nipple-clawing catfight to in front of a gang of hooting, horny
men. Maybe he'd stand by with a hose, and wet 'em down every once in a
while.
"Although nothing!" Tiffany shot back. "Let's go."
As Tiffany had anticipated, Lisa's dress caused a sensation in the
mall. It was hilarious to watch guys as they walked toward them, and
suddenly realized that they could see right through the sheer covering.
They'd stare and ogle. A gang of teenaged boys broke into guffaws and
started nudging each other frantically, pointing and whispering. A man
with his wife almost walked into a pillar he was staring so hard. Several
males would walk past the trio, then turn around and start following
them. When Tiffany glanced over her shoulder, there were 10 or 12 guys,
mostly young but also a couple of middle-aged pervs, sauntering along
behind Lisa, all of them trying to look nonchalant, but scoping out her
flawless young body.
"The guys seem to like you today," Tiffany teased.
"Shut up!" Lisa snapped.
"Hey, remember what I told you back at the house. You got to speak
your mind back there at Sears, but the proper response to Tiffany is Yes
Ma'am!" Snake corrected.
"Yes, sir," Lisa said. Two black teenagers came ambling toward Lisa
and walked right up to her. "Hey, baby, lookin mighty fine today!" one
said, stopping in front of her and blocking her path. "Nice dress. And I
like the dog collar, too."
Snake stepped over to the youth and glared at him menacingly. "She's
with me," he growled. "Move on, punk." The two caught the potential for
violence in Snake's aura and did as they were told.
"Hey, check this place out," Snake said, pointing to store window. It
had a display of a skull with red eyes smoking a fake joint, and was hung
with black leather gear, Goth clothes, studded bracelets and the like.
"This looks like my kind of place," he said. "Let's go in and check it
out."
Tiffany looked up at the name of the store. The Rave. She instantly
remembered what had happened to her here, in this very store.
"Uh, could we not? It looks kinda creepy."
"Fuck that," Snake said. "I want to check out the gear. You said you
don't have any plans, so let's go on in."
"Please." Tiffany was rooted to the floor outside, unable to move.
Lisa looked confused.
"What's the big deal?" Snake said. "Come on. I'm runnin' this show,
and I say get your ass in there, Tiffany."
With a sense of dread, Tiffany walked into the Rave, along with Snake
and Lisa. The store was crammed with shelves and displays: T-shirts with
profanity splashed across the front, marijuana paraphernalia, leather
pants, ska and punk CDs, obscene bumper stickers. Half a dozen mall rats
- suburban kids who fancied themselves hard-core rebels, even while they
drove the family van to the mall - were hanging around. They all turned
and stared at Lisa as she entered.
All except one guy. The sales clerk was huge, a biker-type with a
handlebar moustache. Tiffany recognized him immediately, the man she had
thought of as "Mr. Dangerous" last year when she had been forced by Mr.
Green to expose her breasts in the middle of the store. He had ogled and
pawed her, and although worse things had been done to her since, the
memory still burned in her brain.
And Mr. Dangerous recognized Tiffany.
"Well, well, well," he said, approaching her. "Look who's back. I was
afraid I'd never get to see you again, sweetheart. Where's your
boyfriend?"
Tiffany was paralyzed with anxiety. Snake spoke up. "She's with me. My
name's Snake."
Mr. Dangerous stuck out a hand. "Snake, huh. I like that. I'm Doc. You
ride?"
"Some, but not in a club."
"Some fine lookin' ladies you got with you today, Snake. Look like
jailbait, but hey, old enough to bleed, old enough to breed is what I
always say. And this one here must be back for round two."
"You mean Tiffany?" Snake asked. "I don't know about round two. Tell
me about round one, Doc."
"Doc!" Tiffany cried out, trying to derail this horrible chain of
events. She was about to be exposed in front of Snake and Tiffany - not
physically, like before, but her past. This couldn't be happening.
"Please! We have to go now. Snake, can we go now. Lisa, come on. I
order you to come with me."
"Chill out, Tiff," Snake ordered. "Talk to me, Doc."
Tiffany thought about running, but what would that do? Snake and Lisa
would still hear the story. If she stayed, maybe she could distract Doc,
or Snake, or something. But Doc was already telling it, and Lisa in
particular was all ears.
"So she comes in here with this old guy, old enough to be her father,
but if it's daddy, then she's ready for her Jerry Springer close-up, if
you know what I mean, cause it's obvious he's got the hots for her. He
picks out this halter and makes her try it on, and won't let her go to
the dressing room. He just gives her this look, and she takes her top off
right here where we're standing, in front of customers."
"We're talking about Tiffany, this girl here?" Snake asked, grabbing
Tiffany firmly by the arm in case she tried to run.
"Yeah, the one with the monster tits. I remember her cause she looks
like that Anna Kournikova, that chick tennis player who always dresses
like she's ranked No. 1 on the pro circuit in being a cock tease. So
Tiffany here is a cock tease as well. She's letting us check out her
rack, and there's 5 or 6 of us all around her, and she won't even cover
up, cause apparently old guy won't let her. Finally he asks me to help
her get the halter on. It's too small, but I don't care, cause I'm
coppin' feels like there's no tomorrow. Isn't that right, Tiffany?"
The poor youngster was stricken, like a deer in the headlights. "It's
a lie!" she blurted. It was her only chance. "He's lying!" she cried to
Snake.
"The fuck I am," Doc said, getting angry. "You stupid cunt. We had a
surveillance camera that got the whole thing. I dubbed a copy of the tape
and played it for my friends, cause I knew they would never believe some
stuck-up prick teasing high school shit would come here and wiggle her
tits at me like she was some stripper."
"I'm not some stripper!" Tiffany protested.
"Well, you were that night," Doc said. "You want me to get the tape
and play it for your friends?"
"No! No, don't!"
"So I'm telling the truth, right bitch?"
Tiffany hung her head. "Yes," she whispered.
Lisa was grinning broadly at this unexpected and, to her, wonderful
piece of news. Snake was thinking.
"So she just stripped naked right here in the store?" he asked Doc.
"Naw, not naked. I wish. She kept her skirt on. But those titties, man
oh man, they are about the finest on the planet."
"Maybe we ought to see if we can re-enact that night. Only this time
make her get naked," Snake said. He had a gleam in his eye, and he
tightened his fingers around Tiffany's arm. The helpless cheerleader
struggled to get away and make a run for it, but couldn't.
With his free hand, Snake pulled a key from his pocket and tossed it
to Lisa. "Lisa, unlock that collar around your neck, take it off and put
it on Tiffany here. We're gonna have a little change of plans."
"Yesss!" said Lisa, and pumped her fist in the air.
"Nooooooo!" begged Tiffany. "Snake, you promised to help me. You
promised Stephanie, remember? I'm supposed to be in charge."
Snake was grinning widely. "Shut up and listen," he told the captive
teen. "Maybe we'll go back to that plan, and maybe we won't. Right now
I'm improvising. My new friend Doc here has just told me a cool story,
and I want to pay him back."
"Make Lisa do it!" Tiffany said. "Strip Lisa! She's younger than me!
Doc hasn't seen her tits yet!"
The customers had gathered around the small group now, all watching
silently as Lisa looped the dog collar around Tiffany's neck. She tried
to bob her head back and forth, but Lisa grabbed her hair and pulled
hard, and soon had the collar buckled. She quickly snapped the small
padlock on it.
"You know, Doc, maybe this is a little too public for this," Snake
suggested. "You got a store room in back or something?"
"Yeah, sure, let me hang out the sign,' Doc said. He pulled the
sliding glass wall across the front of the store and hung a sign that
said "Back in 15 Minutes." "You guys want to join us?" he asked the
handful of young male customers.
"Shit yeah!" they exploded in a chorus.
Snake had handed the remote control to Lisa. He looked directly into
Tiffany's eyes and spoke softly to her. "Lisa has the remote now, Tiff.
And she just swore revenge on you. If you do not do exactly what I say,
Lisa is going to zap you. You don't know yet how badly that little dog-
training collar can hurt. It 's your choice: You can either come in the
storeroom and show us your goodies, or Lisa can make you roll around on
the floor in unimaginable pain, and I'll have these horny boys just rip
the clothes right off your body.
"Your choice, Tiff. Let's go."
Tiffany, Lisa, Snake, Doc and the six suburban mall punks pushed aside
a curtain and walked into the back store room.
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