Message-ID: <27215asstr$973203010@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: doktorwu@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8tsg0s$kvn$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 02 19:41:18 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} ASSM New Tiffany Top to Bottom by Dr. Wu 1/9 Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2000 17:10:10 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil By Dr. Wu 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 ONE THE ONE WITH THE NEW GIRL IN TOWN Tiffany Daniels pulled the white cotton underpants up her legs, and snugged them over her crotch, letting the elastic waistband snap back against her flat little tummy. Cheerleading practice was over, the girls had all showered, and now they were getting back into their street clothes in the girls' locker room. God, she felt great. Possibly better than she had ever felt in her life. She was a senior, and head cheerleader, at Godfrey Daniels High School in Beverly, Texas, but then, that was to be expected, because she was Tiffany Daniels. And getting the lead in the school musical of "West Side Story," playing Maria and getting a standing ovation every night for a week? Again, she had been a star at the school ever since she was a freshman, so that was expected as well. What was really putting the bounce into Tiffany's step these days was Hayden, her new love. She had dated so many jocks and jerks over the last couple of years, and usually they were one and the same: football studs who felt they were entitled to some pussy, or at least a furtive hand job in the back seat, just because they put on shoulder pads on Friday night and ran into other guys in shoulder pads. She was so sick of groping high school boys, running their hands up her legs, squirming their fingers under her blouse and bra. But Hayden was different. He had been cast as Tony in "West Side Story," and at first she hadn't been thrilled with the choice, because she never had thought of Hayden in THAT way. He wasn't bad looking, and he was a good actor, and a nice, funny guy, but he just didn't have that cock-of-the-walk mentality that is crucial to a guy's sex appeal in high school. But then they had kissed during rehearsal, and Tiffany discovered that she liked kissing Hayden, and wanted to keep on kissing him after the scene was over. And they had continued, going out together, taking long walks and holding hands, and talking. The school gossip buzzed because Tiffany Daniels, head cheerleader and a hands-down favorite to be voted prom queen, was dating a guy who was a thespian (giggle giggle went the girls in the cafeteria), but Tiffany didn't care, cause Hayden was sweet and cute and gentle and had not yet groped her, although she thought maybe she was ready for him to start. She thought maybe she was in love. "She thinks she's so fuckin' hot. I'd like to stick an ice cube up her twat, that'd cool her down!" A conversation among some of the cheerleaders from the other side of the lockers drifted over and interrupted Tiffany's reverie about Hayden. She was startled to hear such vehemence and tuned into the discussion midway through. "Lisa, you shouldn't talk about Tiffany like that!" came another girl's voice, somewhat shocked. They were talking about her! Tiffany realized. And Lisa must be Lisa Boulet, the new girl. She was a transfer student to Daniels High from Los Angeles, a cute little sophomore who had some of the boys on hormonal red alert. Tiffany didn't like her, although she didn't really know her well, she had to admit. "Tiffany Daniels can kiss my pink ass!" Lisa Boulet said. Tiffany was appalled. What had she ever done to Lisa? Nothing! "Why are you so down on Tiffany?" another cheerleader asked, and Tiffany recognized the voice of Rosie, a junior. She had stopped getting dressed now, and stood there in just her panties. "She's just not as great as she thinks she is!" proclaimed Lisa. "Prancing around on stage singing I feel pretty, oh so pretty ...Alll I hear at this school is Tiffany Daniels this, Tiffany Daniels that. The boys all talk about how much she looks like Anna Kournikiva. Well I got news for Tiffany Daniels. Anna Kournikova has never won a major tennis tournament. She may look like hot shit, but she's a loser! And so is Tiffany Daniels!" Tiffany's face was hot with rage. How dare this little snip of a transfer student dis her like that? She almost dashed around the wall of lockers that separated them and bitch-slapped the girl. But she wasn't dressed yet, and while the cheerleaders did parade around naked in front of each other in the shower, she didn't feel comfortable confronting such a hateful person in her underwear. "Anyway, I heard a rumor she's fucking half the teachers in the school," Lisa continued. "I just wonder whether it's the female half or the male half!" "Lisa!" the other girls screamed. "You're terrible!" But Tiffany could hear a tone of enjoyment in their voices, not condemnation. "God damn her!" Tiffany seethed quietly, as she pulled her khaki shorts on, followed by a tight "No Doubt" T-shirt. "How dare she!" "Ah, fuck her!" Lisa Boulet said loudly. "Oh wait, I guess I'd have to take a number and get in line!" The other cheerleaders howled with laughter, and Tiffany clenched her fists. She wouldn't confront Lisa Boulet right now, she decided. She was queen of this school, and well- connected. There were plenty of ways to get the little bitch to pay for her impudence! Half an hour later, Tiffany was driving her younger sister Stephanie home, and told her about the incident in the locker room. She had no idea how Stephanie would react - Steph, after all, had put her older sister through some terrible torments over the last year or so - so Tiffany was gratified when the younger blonde got just as angry as she was. "That little cunt!" Stephanie exclaimed, tapping an ash from her Marlboro Light out the window of the Miata. "Nobody can piss all over my sister like that and get away with it! That's my job!" Tiffany look startled, but then realized Stephanie was kidding, and the siblings laughed. "I want revenge," Tiffany said. "I want to teach that little piece of shit a lesson." "I could help with that," Steph offered. "You want some help, Tiff?" "I'd love some." "Let me talk to Mr. White and see what can be arranged." At the name of Roger White, the principal of Daniels High, Tiffany shuddered. It had been almost a year since White and several teachers had played the long game they had called "Toying With Tiffany," a vicious, degrading game that had involved public humiliation, giving blowjobs to the visiting basketball team, an anal sex orgy in the cafeteria after hours. After Stephanie had agreed to become White's submissive slave girl, White had told Tiffany she was off the hook. But the thought of asking her former tormentor for help bothered her greatly. "Come on, Tiff, I've done just about everything with White than can be done to a girl, not to mention his friends. He owes me, even though he's the top and I'm the bottom." "What do you mean, top and bottom?" Tiffany asked. "It's terms in dominance and submission," Stephanie explained, a 15- year-old sadly wise beyond her years. "In sex, one person is dominant, and he's the top. Usually a he. Sometimes a she can be dominant. And the other one is the bottom. The bottom is the one who gets done to, the top does the doing." "Could Mr. White make Lisa my bottom?" Tiffany asked, excited at the prospect of making the nasty little girl do her bidding. "Mr. White can do anything," Stephanie said. "Hey, look what he made you do!" "Oh God, don't remind me!" Tiffany snapped. But even as she was trying to shut out the horrible memories of what had been done to her, something in her pussy was remembering. Because White and the other male teachers hadn't just abused the gorgeous adolescent for their own pleasure - they had opened her up to her own sexuality as well, forcing her to have orgasms against her will. In the months since, she had tried to recapture the strength of those first orgasms, the ones inflicted on her helpless, vulnerable teen pussy by nasty male mouths and probing fingers, and while she had been able to make herself cum, at night alone in her bed, she could never cum quite as hard as she had done in the back seat of White's SUV that night. Tiffany forced the unpleasant thoughts from her mind. "Just so White knows it's Lisa who's the target, the bottom," she told Steph. "And not me. I'm done being a bottom. I'm gonna be a top from now on!" "Go for it, Tiff!" Stephanie shouted as she flicked her smoke out the window. And Stephanie smiled a small, private smile. A year and a half younger than her sister, and she knew so much more. ***************************** And so it came to pass, two days later, that Lisa Boulet was summoned to Principal White's office, and was surprised to find Tiffany Daniels already sitting there. White closed the door to the outer office behind Lisa; the lock snicked silently into place without the cute sophomore even hearing it. "Thanks for coming, Lisa," Roger White said to the girl. "We haven't had much of a chance to talk since you transferred here." White let his eyes roam up and down Lisa Boulet's luscious 15-year-old body. She was a cute little pixie, he thought. Just a little over five feet tall, no more than 100 pounds, with dark hair she kept short in a Winona Ryder type cut. But every pound of her was choice teen meat, White thought. Her legs were firm and curvy, her ass had a luscious little jut to it, and those tits. They weren't the fantastic 36C love-melons that Tiffany had been blessed with, but they were more than ample in proportion to Lisa's small, compact frame. A good 34B, White estimated. And he also now saw why Lisa had quickly gotten the nickname "Lisa Bullets" from the boys of Daniels High. Her nipples were neatly always erect. White's office wasn't particularly cold, and he could tell her firm young breasts were well-encased by a bra, but damned if her little nipples weren't totally erect, jutting right out from her tits in a proud double salute like a couple of bullets. Like most high school girls in the early fall in Texas, she dressed for the weather, wearing a shorty denim skirt and a midriff-baring pink crop top. "So it disturbs me that we have to meet under such unpleasant circumstances," White continued. Oh yeah, he thought, he was disturbed all right. Disturbed that he had to get through this little charade before he could stuff that ripe young mouth full of his manhood! Lisa Bullets' brown eyes widened. "What did I do?" she squeaked. White pulled himself up to his full stature, and lowered his voice to its authority level. "There are reports you're using drugs, Lisa," he said. "I have to ask you to empty your purse on my desk." Lisa was relieved. She didn't do drugs at all, and there was nothing in her purse to condemn her. She calmly upended it over White's desk, and out fell her datebook, wallet, lipstick, some makeup, a couple of pens, and a sealed baggie full of white powder. Her jaw dropped, and White seized the baggie instantly. "Oh, my," he intoned. "This does not look good at all." He opened the bag, stuck in a forefinger and tasted the powder. "Yup, just as it appears to be - cocaine. Of course, when the police come and confiscate this, they can run their own tests." "That's not mine!" Lisa squealed. "I've never seen that before! Somebody planted that!" "Yeah, that's what they all say," White fired back. "I hope your family can afford a good lawyer, young lady. This looks like enough to qualify for intent to traffic, which is a felony. Ouch. Texas Girls' Reformatory, meet Lisa Boulet." Tiffany piped in. Not for nothing was she the star of the drama department. "Oh, Jesus, Mr. White, not the Reformatory. They'll destroy a girl like Lisa! Didn't you read that horrible article in the paper about a 15-year-girl who was raped with a mop handle in the shower. They held her down and stuck the mop handle up inside her as far as it would go. It was awful. She'll never have babies! She's lucky to be alive." Lisa was staring at the two, hyperventilating with anxiety. The room seemed to be spinning. God what a nightmare. Could she proved the cocaine wasn't hers? How could she prove it? What could she do? Panic seized the teenager and squeezed her relentlessly. "I've never seen that bag before!" she repeated lamely. "I don't use coke." "Well, I have a couple of signed affidavits from your teachers that they have been concerned you might be using drugs. And Tiffany here tells me that students are talking, that you've been bragging about how easy it is to score cocaine." "That's a lie!" the beleaguered girl responded. She glared at Tiffany. "It's not true. It's not fair." "You can tell that to the cops, and to the judge, and to the warden at the Reformatory," White said coldly. "For drug trafficking, you'll be held at the Reformatory until your case goes to trial. Even if you're found not guilty, which is doubtful, you could spend months there awaiting trial. A sweet little girl like you in the Reformatory will be like a pork chop tossed into a kennel. "I guess it's my sad duty to call the police," White concluded, and picked up his phone. "No! God no! Please don't call!" "Why shouldn't I call?" "I don't know. But please, I beg you," the trembling teen girl begged, "please don't call the police." She started to cry. White felt his erection stirring at the look in her eyes - helpless, vulnerable, pleading. "Well, there might be another way," he said. "God, I'll do anything," said Lisa, sniffling. "I'll bet you will," White said. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, thumbed down his jockey shorts and unleashed his hard- on, which sprang to attention. Lisa looked shocked. "Oh shit!" she cried. "You fucking pervert. You dirty old man! You're blackmaliing me!" "If that's what you want to call it, Lisa, fine. I like to think of it as alternative community service. Now you can either give me a blow job right this second, or you'll be locked in a cell within about three hours with a bunch of hungry lesbians. Unless you're a closet dyke, I think you ought to go with the blow job." "You son of a bitch!" Lisa spat. Her eyes flashed with fury at the principal, and then over at Tiffany as well. "You won't get away with this!" "Oh yes I will, you worthless little slut. I get away with just about anything I want to around here. Tell her, Tiffany." "He does, Lisa. Really. He's done all sorts of mean things, him and some of the male teachers, to some of the girls here. He blackmails and threatens them, and he always gets his way," Tiffany said. "In fact," White told the trembling sophomore, "sucking my cock is just phase one of your rehabilitation, Lisa. I think you need the guidance of an older girl here at school to help you. I think Tiffany Daniels is just the girl to show you the error of your ways. So starting right after you swallow my sperm, you are going to be Tiffany's slave for the next week. You will do every single thing she says, and do it perfectly and willingly. If you do not, if you so much as hesitate, Tiffany will report back to me and I'll send you off to Lesbo-World, where the instrument of penetration is a broom handle instead of a nice, warm penis." White grabbed Lisa by the front of her shirt and pulled her toward him. "Do you understand me, little girl?" he roared. Lisa's head was spinning, but she knew that at the moment, she had no choice. "Yes, sir," she said meekly. "Good girl," White said. "Now strip off those clothes, every stitch, and come over here on your hands and knees." Lisa glared with hatred at her tormentor, but did as she was told. She briskly pulled her top over her head, and slipped out of her bra, then stepped out of her skirt and white cotton panties. White licked his lips at the physical perfection of the 15-year-old beauty, the smoothness of her young, unsullied skin, the sweet patch of brown pubic hair covering her virgin little pussy. She instinctively covered her mound with her hands, but White barked at her to keep her hands at her side. The older man stepped out of his pants, but left his shirt on, and wheeled his desk chair in front of his desk. He sat down and spread his knees wide. "Now drop to your hands and knees, Lisa, like the little doggie that you are, and crawl over here and suck my cock!" he ordered. Lisa Boulet obeyed. She reached White's lap, opened her lips, squeezed her eyes shut tightly in a grimace, and took the head of his cock into her mouth. "I'll bet this is your first blowjob, isn't it Lisa?" White asked. "Hm-mmm," Lisa answered affirmatively. She knew instinctively it was best to keep sucking, not to stop. "Well, you're not bad. But you need to get more into your mouth. That's a girl. I won't gag you this first time. Just get your mouth lower and lower until I hit the back of your throat. Ahhh, yes, that's a good little suck-doggie. Now suck like it was a Tootsie Roll pop." Tiffany Daniels watched as her nemesis was humiliated by the principal. Her body was tingling with excitement, and her pussy was getting wet at watching Lisa on her hands and knees, forced to give a blowjob against her will. She felt fantastic! Lisa was going to be her slave for a week. She'd put this little girl through her paces, teach her to shoot her mouth off about seniors! "Ahh, you have a talented mouth, Lisa," White said, leaning back with his eyes clothes while the naked schoolgirl worked on his throbbing dick. "But just to spice up our little game a bit, I'm gonna ask Tiffany to play also. Tiffany, while Lisa is sucking me off, go into the top drawer of my desk and you'll find a rubber glove and some oil. Put on the glove, put some oil on your index finger, and give little suck-doggie here a little oil massage. I think her pussy would be a good place to start." Lisa started to lift her head up to protest, but White grabbed her hair firmly and forced her face back down on to his cock. "Naughty, naughty, suck-doggie. Your job is to suck, not talk. I don't want to hear a word out of you until you've got a belly full of sperm, suck doggie." Tiffany opened the drawer and pulled out the glove and oil. To her surprise, the small bottle of oil was bright red. The label had Chinese characters, and underneath it read Szechuan Cooking Oil. She was glad White had provided her with a glove. In a moment, she was squatting behind Lisa's butt. The delightful little bubble-butt bobbed back and forth, in rhythm with her head. The lips of the victim's pussy peeked out between her thighs slightly. "Spread your legs," Tiffany ordered, slapping Lisa on the ass. She got a surge of power as she did it, which felt great. Lisa spread her legs, exposing more of her sweet cleft. Tiffany poured the highly spiced oil onto her finger, reached between Lisa's thighs and began to massage it into the folds. At first Lisa had no reaction. But within a few seconds she began to moan and squirm. White kept a tight grip on her head, not letting her pull her mouth away. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Lisa-dog," he sneered. "That's Chinese cooking oil, highly seasoned with ground chile peppers. It can raise blisters on regular skin. On sensitive inner skin, like the kind inside your pussy, it's gonna be like the fires of hell. I call it a motivator. Tiffany's gonna keep giving you more and more oil until I come. The sooner you make me come with your mouth, the sooner I tell Tiffany to stop." Tiffany's pussy spasmed at White's speech. She had know the oil was probably going to react horribly with Lisa's membranes, but hearing White explain it so heartlessly gave her a sexual rush all the same. She continued to rub the folds of Lisa's outer labia. She had been through so much sexually in the past year that it hardly even seemed strange to her to be squatting behind another girl in the principal's office massaging a pussy. It wasn't the first twat she had had contact with, after all; her sister Stephanie had gone through a period during the summer when she had demanded that Tiffany "service" her regularly, which had meant licking her sister to orgasm every night. The blonde senior couldn't see Lisa's eyes, since they were pointed at Mr. White's bulging midriff, but they were filled with tears, of pain and of hatred. Unable to pull her head back from the pole that was stuffed into her mouth, Lisa at least tried to avoid the searing pain of the Szechuan oil, and wiggled her ass, trying to dislodge Tiffany's fingers. "Don't let her throw you, Tiffany," White said sternly. "For the next round, I think you need to get some oil up inside Miss Boulet's little cunt. Smear it all around for her, if you want to teach her a lesson." Lisa Boulet tried to scream, but couldn't, as she was thoroughly gagged by the massive penis. Despite her hatred for Lisa, Tiffany felt a pang of guilt, of feeling sorry for the tormented little girl. Her mind flashed back to the time White had called her, Tiffany, to his office, with the blackmail video, and smeared honey all over her pussy and ass and then poured ants all over her. At the memory, she felt another sexual surge, a definite twitch of her excited clitoris, which confused her. She was supposed to be the dominant girl here; why did her clit throb when she thought of a time when she was the submissive one? Tiffany pushed the thought from her mind and re-anointed her fingertip with the fiery, viscous oil. Her forefinger was bright red up to the knuckle, and she now began to slowly slide that finger up inside Lisa Boulet's virgin pussy. Lisa bucked and thrashed and screamed her muffled protests into White's hard-on. "Lisa, let me help you!" Tiffany suddenly blurted. "You need to make him cum! Use your hand and jack his shaft up and down, it's the only way to get him off quicker!" Why was she saying this? Shouldn't she be prolonging Lisa's agony, she wondered? She saw Lisa reach her right hand up and grab the base of White's throbbing stalk and begin to move her small hand up and down in a pistoning motion. Tiffany wiggled her oily finger inside Lisa's canal, smearing the peppery goo throughout. "Oh yeah, you little blow job queen, suck that cock!" White moaned. He began thrusting his cock forward into Lisa's mouth, choking the girl, cutting off her air. Tiffany could tell he was getting close, and decided it was time for one last torture of the sophomore. She put more oil on her finger, and without warning, rammed it solidly up between the girl's ass cheeks, right past the tiny pink starfish of her bunghole, all the way up her rectum! Poor Lisa Boulet nearly jumped out of her skin at the unexpected impalement. She was being choked on the monster cock, was supporting all her weight on her left arm, and was now being reamed out in her ass passage. Her pussy was on fire, and now her ass was on fire! But she could feel White's cock swelling in her mouth, and even though this was her first blow job, she knew instinctively the tyrannical man must be getting close to coming. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, you little slut! Here I come!" White bellowed, and jammed his dick deep into the poor girl's mouth, just as Tiffany jammed her finger all the way up Lisa's bunghole as far as it would go. White's cock exploded, and suddenly her mouth was filled with his nasty, salty jism. It seemed like gallons of it, and she began swallowing frantically, knowing she should not spill a drop. She grunted like a pig as Tiffany's finger sawed in and out of her sore little anal opening. Finally, it was over. White withdrew, and so did Tiffany. He winked at her, over Lisa's head, and Tiffany winked back. Lisa staggered to her feet, her limbs cramped and sore, her jaw stiff, her teeth all gritty from the sperm coating they had just received. But none of that could compare to the unbelievable agony that coursed through her crotch. Her pussy and ass felt as if they were on fire, as if they were being toasted by a cigarette lighter. White grabbed the girl's white panties and bra from the tangle of clothes on the floor. "I'll keep these, slut," he told her. "You can go back to class and spend the rest of the school day without underwear. You'd just stain the panties all red anyway as you leaked." "You son of a bitch!" Lisa spat. "I hurt! I hurt so bad!" "Not as bad as you'd be hurtin' in the Reformatory, sweetheart," White chuckled. "This was the easy way. Now you and I are done. But remember, you are Tiffany's slave for a week. And if you don't do every single thing she says, then I call the cops about your little cocaine problem." "Fuck you!" Lisa shouted. "Now if that's going to be your attitude, Lisa, I can always arrange for you to have detention after school today. It's your choice. You can be nice and thank me politely for not turning you in, and that way you get to go home at the end of the day and give yourself a nice couple of enemas and wash all that nasty hot stuff out of you. Or you can cop an attitude, and I'll give you detention for today. You'll come back to this office for an hour, and I'll think up some even more creative things to do to you. And Tiffany can tell you, I can be very creative." He glared at the girl with authority. Lisa glanced at Tiffany, wondering again what had happened between the senior and White. But then she took a breath, and exhaled. "I'm sorry," she said meekly. "That's better. Now acknowledge to Tiffany that you are her slave, and you will obey her every command." "I'm your slave, Tiffany," Lisa said stiffly. "I will obey your every command." "Good decision," White said. "I don't want to see you back in here for disobedience, Lisa. It would not be pleasant. Now you girls go on and have a fun week," White told them. Neither he nor Tiffany saw the look of almost pathological hatred that crossed Lisa's face briefly. Quietly, to herself, Lisa Boulet made a vow that she would turn the tables on Miss Tiffany Fucking Daniels soon. 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