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TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil
BY DR. WU
CHAPTER SEVEN
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 SEVEN
THE ONE WITH THE PINK BULLS-EYE
As bad as her position had been a moment ago, gravity was making it
even worse, Tiffany quickly realized. The two harnesses that wrapped
around her thighs had been pulled apart by the impact, and she was now
gaping open completely. The rip that Snake had made in her bike shorts
had torn even more, and now her poor vagina was spread wide by the angle
of her thighs. She knew that from the right angle, the men below could
look straight up into her most private spot. This wasn't just like having
men ogle her tits - this was like being in the stirrups at the gyno's
office, only with a crowd gathered to peer inside!
"Please get me down! Please!" the trapped girl begged. She hung
helplessly, suspended in midair.
"Tell you what, slut!" Snake called out. "If you can do a perfect
splits, we'll let you down. You're a cheerleader, that shouldn't be
hard!" More laughter rebounded through the store.
Willing to do anything to get down - nothing could be worse than this!
- Tiffany tried to straighten her legs out into a splits position. But
she quickly realized how difficult that was. It was one thing to do it on
the ground. But the harnesses around her thighs were wobbling, and her
legs bent at the knees, and hung straight down. She had to straighten her
knees out and push her feet out into a 180-degree angle, with nothing to
push against.
Straining mightily, Tiffany flexed her muscles and began to straighten
her legs.
"Man, look at her go!" said one of the watchers. "I'd like to put
those muscles to better use than that!" She strained and strained, but
could only get her legs partially extended. Exhausted, panting, she gave
up, and fell back to her former position, which still made her nudity,
from the top of her ass crack in back to her pubic patch in front,
visible to dozens of male eyes.
"She needs a little motivation!" Snake called to the gang. "Hey Pete,
you guys sell darts here?"
"Yeah."
"Well, go get all your darts. We'll have a dart-throwing contest.
Straight up in the air, gentlemen, and you can guess what the target is!"
"Noooooooo! Oh God, don't do it, don't do it!" the cheerleader
babbled. "I'll do the splits, I promise, don't hurt me!"
Again, she began to lever her legs outward, pointing her toes,
straining to get her legs to line up straight. Just as a minute ago she
had been concentrating on climbing the wall, now she bent her will toward
doing a perfect split. Suddenly, a she felt a sharp piercing pain in her
thigh. A dart had struck here on her perfect skin, stuck briefly, then
fallen out.
"Owwww! Shit. Stop it, dammit!' she yelled.
"Do the splits, Tiff-slut!" Lisa yelled. "How do you like your
position now, you fucking cow!"
Another dart hit her leg. At least they weren't actually sticking in
to her. Another pierced the white bike shorts near her crotch, and hung
there, stuck in the fabric, wiggling. Then another in the shorts, then
one went sailing right past her, up to the ceiling.
"Please, I'm trying! I'm trying!" Tiffany screamed. She wondered why
no one out in the mall could hear her, and come to her rescue.
Meanwhile the boys and men standing underneath her gaped at the
perfect target. The rigging she was trapped in just split the helpless
cheerleader in half. The egg that continued to vibrate in her cunt,
coupled with the orgasm she had been forced into less than an hour
earlier, had left her labia peeled back. The pink lips of her pussy were
swollen and slick with juices, and she looked like a beautiful ripe
flower, opening its petals.
To the perverted men, though, she was a target. Darts started smacking
into her, and although none stuck into her skin permanently, they stung,
like bee stings.
And then the money shot. She felt a stab of cold metal strike right in
her crotch, smack between her pussy and asshole. It stabbed the oh-so-
tender connective tissue there, and Tiffany let out a scream of anguish.
The pain was horrible! She had been stabbed right in her privates!
"It's like getting a little prick, isn't it girlie?" yelled the boy
who had tossed the dart.
"I'll bet she's had some pricks before!" came a voice. "Slut dressed
like that in public, showing her titties and her bush, no fuckin' way
she's a virgin! She's probably had 100 cocks up that blonde twat!"
"You bastards!" she yelled. She had to bring this to a close, or they
would keep picking up the darts that had fallen out and throwing them
harder, and with more accuracy, until they turned her sensitive, pudgy
little mound into a pin cushion.
With a final burst of determination, she raised her feet inch by
painful inch, and pointed them straight out, so that her legs were a
straight line. She held the position for 1, 2, 3 long agonizing seconds.
She was trembling all over, her thighs were cramping badly, even her toes
hurt.
"There!" she said triumphantly. "I did it! Now let me down!"
"Awwww, man," grumbled the horny onlookers. "So much for our human
dartboard," Lisa said.
"Take her down, boys," Snake instructed Pete and Mike. "Nice and
gentle." Slowly, Tiffany began to descend to the floor. She was shaking
badly, angry and humiliated, but she didn't think she was bleeding very
badly from the darts that had pricked her. "OK, guys, show's over, time
to go back to your wives and girlfriends," Snake growled. Lisa was still
amazed at the power Snake seemed to have. He gave an order and people
just obeyed it, without questioning.
Pete and Mike stripped the harnesses off of Tiffany, and she began to
thrust her buoyant young breasts back into the skimpy little sundress.
But with the top two buttons gone, there was no containing them, and they
spilled right out. She tried not to notice, but knew that both clerks
were tenting out the front of their pants at the sight of this voluptuous
17-year-old beauty nearly naked and right in front of them.
"Fuck, better get her a T-shirt. No way I can walk her through the mall
like this," Snake muttered, Pete and Mike didn't move, just stood and
stared, so Lisa went and got an extra large Dallas Cowboys shirt off of a
rack. She handed it to Tiffany, who put it on, gratefully. It hung down
slightly past her crotch, enough to cover the ravaged seam of the bike
shorts.
But no sooner did she have her nudity covered then a wave of cramping
overwhelmed the teenager. Oh shit, she thought, I have to pee so badly,
I'm gonna burst. She doubled over and held her gut and moaned. "What's
the matter?" Mike blurted, seeing the girl of his dreams suddenly in such
agony.
"I, uh, uh, uh..." Tiffany started to tell him, but stopped herself
just in time. Snake had ordered her not to say a word about needing to
pee.
"We just came from a frat party where she gave blowjobs to about 80
guys, and swallowed every load," Snake lied. "She probably needs to have
all the semen pumped out of her stomach. There must be about a gallon in
there. Isn't that right, Tiffany?"
What could she do? She couldn't say she needed to pee, and Snake had
given her an out, even a horribly humiliating one. "Yes," she moaned.
"Yes, what?" Lisa taunted her. "I want to hear you say it."
"I blew a bunch of guys and now I need to have my stomach pumped,"
Tiffany groaned through gritted teeth.
"I think she blew a couple of dogs, too," Lisa added, a note of glee
in her voice, not missing a chance to rub it in.
"OK, that's enough, Bullets," Snake said sternly. "We gotta go. Come
on."
While Pete and Mike watched, eyes agog, the trio marched out of the
store, with Tiffany bent over slightly and shuffling her feet.
In the parking lot, they found the Miata. "You got about a half hour,
by little blow-job queen," Snake said mockingly. "Think you can make it,
or you want to go back to the mall and find a bathroom?"
The discomfort had turned into genuine pain for Tiffany Daniels. If it
hadn't been for the relentless pressure of the bike shorts and the even
more relentless buzzing of the vibrating egg, she might have been able to
handle it, she thought. But the notion of being Lisa's "bitch" for a week
at school was too much. The 15-year-old, who looked so perky and sweet
and innocent, had proven she had a sadistic streak, and Tiffany was
afraid of her.
"I can make it."
"Good. Now I feel like driving," Snake said, "and Lisa deserves to get
a ride without having a cock shoved up her ass, so I guess the only place
for you to ride is in the trunk."
He popped the trunk of the Miata open, and ordered Tiffany to get in.
"But first," he said, and pulled a pair of steel handcuffs out of his
black backpack. He jerked Tiffany's arms behind her back, and cuffed her
wrists securely. Realizing how hobbled she was, he picked her up, almost
gently, like she was a baby, and laid her on her side in the dirty trunk
of the compact car. It was so small she barely fit, and she tucked
herself into a semi-fetal position. Snake closed the lid, and plunged her
into total darkness.
The half-hour ride back to Beverly was the worst ordeal of the
youngster's life. Snake started out by aiming for every speed bump in the
mall parking lot. Every time he would run over a speed bump, Tiffany
would be bounced and jounced around horribly in the cramped trunk of her
own sports car. And every bounce set a wave of agony through her, as the
liquid in her bladder sloshed around, desperately seeking escape.
It was dark, it was hot, her arms were cuffed uncomfortably behind her
back, and the damn egg now seemed in a position, because of the way she
was forced to curl up, to be massaging the walls of her bladder directly.
Her urethra, the tiny piss hole in her teenaged cunt, ached from the
strenuous squeezes that Tiffany kept exerting.
Once they were on the Interstate it wasn't as bad as the speed bumps
for the poor girl, but Snake took every opportunity he could to run the
Miata over bumps, cracks and pot holes in the road, the better to torment
the bound cheerleader. She could hear Snake and Lisa talking in the front
seat, but couldn't make out the exact words. As bad as her position was,
she was deathly afraid they were cooking up something even worse for her.
At one point she heard Lisa Boulet laugh, which chilled her, because
why else would Lisa be laughing now except at her expense. And she
thought she heard Snake making a phone call, maybe on a cell phone, and
giving someone instructions. She caught the words "change of plans" and
"give him a call" but that was all she could hear.
Oh Jesus Christ, she thought, my bladder aches so bad. I just want to
pee, I want this horrible nightmare to be over. I wish I was back in
Stephanie's room singing "Teenage Dirtbag" with her. The moment she
thought of the song, the catchy refrain stuck in her brain, and she
started singing it, just to take her mind off her torture.
"Oh I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
"Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby."
In the front seat, Snake suddenly said, "Shh. Listen." He and Lisa
were quiet, and they could faintly hear Tiffany singing in the trunk.
"She sure is a fucking teenage dirtbag!" Lisa laughed.
"Yeah, well, it won't be long till the showdown," Snake said, "and
we'll see who the real dirtbag is. So till then, shut up."
"Hey, I thought we were partners!" Lisa squeaked. "That was so much
fun back at the mall sticking it to Tiffany. You got to admit, I'm a much
better partner than she is."
"As far as I'm concerned, you both deserve to be fucked until you
can't walk, and gagged the whole time so nobody has to listen to your
goddam yammering," Snake answered. "I couldn't care less who is who's
slave. I like fuckin' with both of ya."
Tiffany, unable to hear more than muffled murmurings from inside her
prison, just groaned and chewed her lip as the horrible diuretic Snake
had slipped worked on her body chemistry, making her feel as if her belly
were about to explode. She had heard horror stories about girls who
didn't go pee and their bladders did explode. Not quite bright enough to
recognize an urban legend, Tiffany envisioned herself blowing up there in
her own trunk, dying at the tender age of 17 in a gusher of her own hot
urine.
Suddenly the car stopped, and she heard the doors slamming. The trunk
sprung open, and the sunlight from the bright afternoon temporarily
blinded the cheerleader. As she squinted, she felt powerful hands lift
her out of the trunk and set her on her feet. She heard Snake say, "Your
hour is up, Tiffany. You won the bet. You can piss."
"Where's a bathroom?" she croaked, still blinking and trying to
adjust. She realized, looking around, that she was in the parking lot
behind her own high school.
"If you need to go, just go right here," Snake said nonchalantly. "The
bathrooms may be all locked up in the school. You gonna go or aren't
you?"
Tiffany saw Lisa and Snake watching her. Fuck it, she thought, and
heeding the pressure of her own biology, she squatted right there in the
parking lot and let the piss come gushing out of her. It seemed to roar
out, gallons of it, and as it hit the parking lot it splashed back up on
her legs, but Tiffany didn't care, it felt almost sexual to be able to
pee. She squeezed her eyes shut with the pleasure and pissed and pissed
and pissed.
Finally her bladder was empty and she opened her eyes.
"Nice show, sis," said Stephanie. Her younger sister was standing
there in the parking lot watching her. Principal Roger White stood next
to the 15-year-old blonde, his arm draped possessively around her
shoulder, watching the school's head cheerleader piss all over the
parking lot.
"Normally you'd get detention for this, you know," he joked, and
Snake, Lisa, White and Stephanie all bust out laughing, while Tiffany
just looked down at the enormous puddle beneath her, trickling away on
the pavement. She was virtually beyond embarrassment now, particularly
since it had felt so good to empty her bladder, even under these
circumstances.
"Yeah, but I won the dare!" Tiffany crowed, looking at Lisa. "Now Lisa
has to be my slave for a week!"
"You ninny!" White laughed. "I already set it up in my office that
Lisa was going to be your slave for a week. Now look at all you've gone
through, and for what? To get what you already had!"
"Yeah, but ...." Tiffany began. And stopped. Yeah, but what, she
realized. White was right. Everything had spun out of her control, as it
always seemed to do, and she had found herself fighting just to stay in
place. And losing, she had to admit. She had won the bet or dare or
whatever it was, but now things were just back to where they were
supposed to be.
"Yeah, but one thing," Lisa said, completing Tiffany's thought. "And
that is I'm not gonna be the slave of a worthless sack of shit like you,
Tiffany Daniels. Snake was right. I was meant to be a top, and you were
meant to be a bottom. You must secretly like being dominated and
humiliated, or else why would it keep happening to you over and over?"
"Shut up!" Tiffany screamed at her tiny rival. "You're my slave. You
have to be!"
"I don't have to be anything to you, Tiffy-whore! And remember, Doc is
gonna give me that tape from the store, and when I get it, I'm gonna make
a bunch of copies, and the first one is going to Hayden. When Mr. Goody
Two Shoes sees you having an orgasm from a little boy eating your pussy,
he'll drop you like a bag of dog shit!"
"Stephanie! Mr. White!" Tiffany called helplessly. "Help me out here!
Make her obey me!"
"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" Snake bellowed.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, I'm sick of the two of you spoiled little twats
arguing over who's the top and who's the bottom. As far as I'm concerned,
you're both just a fuck-hole that unfortunately happens to be attached to
a person. Now it's no coincidence that we're back here at Daniels High.
We're gonna go inside, and settle this once and for all. Steph, Roger, is
everything ready inside?"
"Ready and waiting," said Roger White.
"Good. Now here's the way it's gonna be, ladies. And if you don't like
it, then you go right into the trunk of the Miata, and I'll take you to
straight to my club and chain you up in a backroom and let a gang of
bikers use your pussy for an ashtray. Got it?"
"Got it," both girls said.
"Good. We're going inside, and the two of you are going to have one
final battle. Winner take all. The loser gets auctioned off as a Cum
Receptacle."
Both Tiffany Daniels and Lisa Boulet looked at the big, dark man,
realizing, not for the first time, that he was capable of anything."
"Not another word. Let's go inside for the Big Finale," Snake said.
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