Message-ID: <27222asstr$973210209@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: doktorwu@yahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8tsfjm$kf5$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Thu Nov 02 19:34:14 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} ASSM New Tiffany Top to Bottom by Dr. Wu 8/9 Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2000 19:10:09 -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, Vulpine TIFFANY TOP TO BOTTOM MF/f teen nc humil BY DR. WU CHAPTER EIGHT 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 EIGHT THE ONE WITH THE RUMBLE Inside the quiet, deserted halls of Daniels High School, Snake told Stephanie to take her older sister to a bathroom and get her ready. Tiffany was full of questions about what was to come, but decided it was better to shut up now and ask Steph when they were alone. In the ladies room, Tiffany asked Steph before the younger girl could even unshoulder the canvas bag she was carrying. "What are they gonna make me do, Steph?" "It's gonna be a catfight between you and Lisa," the sophomore answered. "Winner goes free, like Snake said, and the loser gets auctioned off." "How do I win? Do I have to pin her, like in wrestling?" Stephanie laughed. "Come on, surely you know Snake better than that by now. He's way more creative than that. Here, first thing let's do is get that dog collar off you." She took out a pair of heavy shears, and ordered Tiffany to hold still while she cut through the thick leather strap. It fell to the floor, and Tiffany rubbed her hands around her neck where it had chafed her all afternoon. "Didn't leave any marks," Stephanie told her. "He must not have nailed you too bad. But if you were wearing that when you went up against Lisa Bullets, I'm afraid Snake wouldn't have been able to resist zapping you. You wouldn't have stood a chance." "Oh God, Steph, thank you so much. I'm so glad you're on my side." "Well, just don't say anything to Snake. I'm supposed to be neutral, like he is. He really doesn't care which one of you wins, but I want you to, sis." "That's sweet, I appreciate it." "Sweet my ass," Stephanie shot back. "I don't want that little whore strutting around the school like she owns you for the rest of the year. I couldn't stand the humiliation!" "Jeez, I gotta get rid of this egg," Tiffany said as she bent her legs and squeezed out the plastic vibrating egg that had tormented her for so long. "Hey, my old buddy!" Stephanie exclaimed, grabbing it. "I thought this was gonna be Lisa's plaything." "Uh, I really don't want to talk about it." "Yeah, I guess not. Snake told me a little when he called me from the car. He says you're a bottom at heart, just like I was afraid. He says this is your last chance." Tiffany noticed that as she talked, the 15- year-old girl was stuffing the still-buzzing egg up into her own pussy, as naturally as she would eat breakfast. Tiffany wanted to comment, but was too overwhelmed with all that was happening. She never ceased to be amazed at what a total whore, an orgasm junkie, her sweet-looking little sister was. Stephanie was pulling stuff out of the canvas bag. She handed Tiffany a tiny black bikini top so small it fit easily into the young girl's hand. "Here, strip everything off and put this on." Normally Tiffany would have protested against being forced to wear something so obscenely revealing. But after being in the transparent sundress and the too-tight bike shorts all afternoon, it didn't seem so bad. She pulled off the large T-shirt and her panties and put on the black bikini top. The suit barely covered the places it was supposed to. The cups of the bra were not much bigger than match books, and they covered her nipples and aureoles, but the rest of her stupendous breasts bulged out in plain view - spilling over the tops, out to the sides, hanging out of the bottoms. The straps were thinner than shoelaces, and Stephanie helped tie them behind her back. "Where's the bottoms?" she asked. "You don't get any bottoms, Tiffany. You'll see." "Oh, shit, I don't know if I can do this, Steph," she stammered nervously. "If you don't, Snake will be really pissed," her sister said sternly. "So far he's just been amused by you and Lisa, and you don't want to see him angry. You know that game he plays at his bar, Guess What's in Your Pussy? He isn't joking. I was there one night when they did it to a girl. They used a wine bottle, fat end first, and had guys pushing it in with all their strength while the girl just hung there upside down, helpless, screaming her head off. I've seen some nasty shit, sis, but Snake can be a real sick motherfucker. And his friends are worse than he is." "OK, OK, I'll do it. Whatever." "Here, put these on," Steph said, pulling out a pair of black stiletto heels with 4-inch spikes. With great difficulty and not much grace, Tiffany put the hooker-heels on. She had to lean against a sink to strap them into place. "And now for the last piece of your outfit." Stephanie pulled an enormous strap-on dildo out of the bag. "What the fuck is that?" Tiffany squeaked. "It's a dildo, dummy. And Lisa is being fitted with one right now. That's how we're going to see who wins. The first girl to successfully fuck the other one up the ass with the dildo is the winner!" Tiffany felt like her fragile world was reeling. How did people think up such perverted shit? Two teenage girls, normal everyday high school chicks with homework and parents and all that, were supposed to try to fuck each other in the butt with artificial penises? She shuddered, but Stephanie already was buckling the dildo behind her butt. In front, it was a plastic cup that fit snugly over her sex. She could feel some sort of little rubber protusion inside the cup that was rubbing right against her clit. The fake cock jutted out in front of Tiffany about 10 inches, longer than any cock she had ever seen. "What's that?" she said, pointing to a tan ring that was close to her own crotch, about 8 inches from the tip of the dildo. "That's a special Snake modification. It's a ring of heavy grade sandpaper that's glued on there. The first girl to get all the way in, so that the sandpaper is inside the other girl's butthole, is the winner." "Oh, shit, that's gonna hurt like hell." "So that's why you better win. Come on, let's go. Snake and Roger won't want to be kept waiting. Stephanie took her older sister by the hand to help her walk on the unsteady heels, and led her out of the bathroom, down a long hall, and into the area behind the school's stage. The two Daniels sisters poked their way through the darkened backstage area, parting heavy stage curtains with their hands. It was a part of the school that Tiffany was intimately familiar with, having been a star in the drama program since her freshman year, and particularly the musicals. She had played Bloody Mary in "South Pacific" as a sophomore, Maria in "Sound of Music" as a junior and had capped it all off not long ago as another Maria, in "West Side Story." She let herself be pulled forward, led by the hand by her sister. "Here she is!" Stephanie proclaimed as the two girls stepped out onto the Daniels High School stage. The stage lights were turned up bright, shining right into their eyes, and the big spotlight located in a booth in the back of the auditorium was shining full-power on them. Tiffany blinked wildly against the bright lights, trying to see what was going on. "Gentlemen, our second contestant has arrived, and we will begin." It was Snake's voice, amplified by a hand-held mike through the sound system. As her eyes adjusted, she saw Snake standing to one side of the proscenium stage, next to Roger White. Lisa Boulet was standing with them, outfitted similarly to Tiffany. Instead of a tiny black bikini top, Lisa wore a white one, almost transparent in the lights, that contrasted nicely with her short-cropped dark hair. True to her nickname, Lisa's nipples were so erect they looked like little ice cream cones, trying to burst right through the thin fabric. She also wore high spike heels (white, to match her top) and had an enormous strap-on dildo jutting out of her groin. Tiffany could now see into the front row, and saw that it was filled with leering men. There was Mr. Green and Mr. Brown, two teachers who had tormented her last year, and Old Joe Black, the school janitor. They were joined by Mr. Combs and Mr. Mathers, who were also teachers at Daniels High. Filling one of the seats with his bulk was Doc, the guy from the mall, and several big, beefy, greasy guys who appeared to be with him. There were also half a dozen men, ranging in age from early 20s to early 50s, whom Tiffany had never seen, but figured were friends of Snake's or White's, or both. An older Asian man sat by himself in the second row, and Tiff wondered if this was the infamous and reclusive Dr. Wu, maker and distributor of sick porno tapes, whom White had threatened her with at one point. Stephanie had taken a seat, and was the only girl in the sea of men. All eyes were on her and Lisa. Tiffany glanced at her mortal enemy, and saw the younger girl staring at her with a look of pure hatred. White took the microphone from Snake, and the spotlight shifted to the principal. "Before we began, gents, a quick reminder. Everything that happens here today stays in this room, and is never talked about with anyone else. Anyone who breaks our little code of silence will be dealt with severely. And we all know that Snake and I are capable of both severity and creativity. Got that?" The men in the audience all nodded. Snake pulled Tiffany out to center stage, next to Lisa. "This will be a catfight, with no rules. You got that girls? No rules whatsoever. The object is to get your strap-on dildo up your opponent's ass. Not the pussy, the ass. And as you have noticed, there is a ring of sandpaper glued to each dildo about eight inches up. You must get the sandpaper all the way past the sphincter ring in order to win. Now, can I have a couple of volunteers to help oil the girls?" Every man in the auditorium leapt from his seat and surged forward, but Snake raised a hand in warning. "Doc, how about you come on up and do Lisa, and your buddy Lumpy there can do Tiffany." Doc and the man called Lumpy - an obese, acne-scarred biker who smelled as if he hadn't bathed in weeks, shuffled up onto the stage wearing shit-eating grins. Snake handed each man a plastic squeeze bottle. "You need to oil their dildoes and their assholes," he told them. Lumpy approached Tiffany, who started breathing through her mouth at the approach of the smelly biker. He grinned at her, but didn't say a word as he began squeezing what smelled like olive oil out of the bottle. He dribbled it onto the dildo, and began massaging it into the long, think fake penis. Soon it glistened in the stage lights. Doc was doing the same to Lisa. The gross man walked around behind Tiffany. "Bend over and spread your asscheeks, sweetie," he hissed. She knew she had no choice, and obeyed. Almost instantly, she felt the oil running down the crack of her ass into the opening at the rear. Then, to her horror and shock, she felt Lumpy insert a finger into her rectum! "Uhhh!" Tiffany grunted. "Take it out!" "Tiffany, you worthless whore, keep those cheeks spread and let Lumpy oil your ass, or I'll declare this match a forfeit, and we'll go straight to auctioning you off!" Snake hissed at the teenager. She dutifully spread her cheeks again and Lumpy resumed reaming her tight little rosebud with his fat finger. Then, unnnnnh! He was sliding a secind finger up insider her. Tiffany bit her lip and took it, as Lumpy pushed the slick oil deeper and deeper up her anal passage. Soon both girls were oiled, front and back, and Doc and Lumpy returned to their seats with big grins. Snake told Tiffany to stand to one side of the stage, and Lisa the other. "PRESENTING!!" Snake boomed into the mike, pretending to be a boxing announcer. "The ultimate catfight of Daniels High School. In this corner, at 15 years old, a cheerleader and a girl who just had her first ass fucking a few hours ago, Lisa "Bullets" Boulet!" The men cheered wildly. "And in this corner, at 17 years old, in her senior year, the most used and abused girl in the history of Daniels High, the well-known Anna Kournikova lookalike, Tiffany "The Bottom" Daniels!" More cheering and applause followed. "So let's have some music to rumble by!" Snake yelled, and from out of nowhere, a fanfare of brass and strings filled the auditorium. Tiffany recognized it as the overture to "West Side Story," and suddenly the true humiliation of this setting became clear to the student. They had put her out on the very stage where she had recently starred, and now she would have to try to fuck her nemesis with a dildo to "West Side Story." Only a few weeks ago, hearing the overture had been the signal that she was about to go onstage and sing and be applauded by her parents, neighbors and fellow students. Now she was nearly naked, facing an audience of hateful, horny men. It was clear to her that this had been arranged, in part, to destroy one of the things she felt good about. Roger White, whom she knew was a big fan of the school musicals, was smiling at her. God damn them all! The only thing to do now was beat Lisa! "OK girls, are you ready?" Lisa and Tiffany looked across the stage at one another. "Let's get ready to ruuuuuuuuummmmmble!!! Ready! Get Set! GOOOOOO!" Lisa immediately sat down on the stage and started trying to take off her shoes, which hobbled each girl considerably. Not realizing the younger girl's strategy, Tiffany charged straight at the sophomore and jumped on her. "You fucking bitch!" Tiffany yelled, pumped full of adrenaline. "I'll show you who's boss!" She slammed Lisa backward, but the girl had gotten her left shoe off. Tiffany grabbed Lisa by her short hair with both hands, raised her hand, and slammed it down onto the stage. Lisa yelped with pain, but quickly socked Tiffany hard in the stomach with her right fist. Tiffany let out a whoosh, all the air gone out of her, and her grip went slack. Lisa reared up and head-butted Tiffany right in the forehead, and Tiffany went tumbling off. Lisa quickly turned her attention to her right shoe, working frantically at the buckle on the ankle strap. Tiffany picked herself up off the wooden stage and staggered toward Lisa, but the high heels slowed her down, and her ankles wobble badly. She flung herself at Lisa again, but this time the little pixie saw the larger girl coming and rolled to the side. Tiffany missed, and landed with a splat. The men in the audience were all out of their seats, cheering like maniacs. "Get her! Fuck her in the ass! Make her hurt!" they screamed. They weren't rooting for either girl, just wanting as much pain and degradation as they could see. Lisa now had her right shoe off, and she sprang nimbly to her feet. Too late, Tiffany realized how smart Lisa's strategy was, and Lisa sprang forward, unencumbered by the shoes. Tiffany tried to pick herself up off the stage, but Lisa was in front of her in a millisecond. The sophomore lashed out her right foot in a flash, and kicked Tiffany square in the chin. Tiffany fell back, her world a mass of pain. She saw nothing but red for a moment, and could not even hear Snake offering play-by-play like a sports announcer. "And Daniels is down, bad!" he yelled. "Boulet is kicking ass, folks! It may not be long before Boulet is fucking ass as well!" The instrumental overture blared over the sound system, but it ended with a flourish and was replaced by the first song on the soundtrack, "The Jet Song." "When you're a Jet, you're a Jet all the way/ From your first cigarette to your last dyin' day!/ When you're a Jet, let 'em do what they can/ You've got brothers around, you're a family man!/ You're never alone, you're never disconnected, you're home with your own/ When company's expected, you're well-protected!" But Tiffany was anything but well-protected. Lisa was now on top of her, and she was amazed at how tough and scrappy the much smaller girl was. She copied one of Tiffany's previous moves, grabbing Tiffany's long blonde hair in both hands and yanking her head up. Lisa started to slam Tiffany's head back down, but Tiffany grasped what was coming and lashed out her hand. She caught Lisa's erect nipple through the thin fabric of the bikini top and twisted it as hard as she could. "Mother-FUCK!" Lisa screamed in agony, as Tiffany tried to rip the swollen nubbin right off the girl's tit. As she yanked, Lisa's small tits sprang free of the tight top, and the men's riotous clamor went up several more notches. But Tiffany's hand had slipped off Lisa's nipple. The two girls got to their feet, and Tiffany realized her disadvantage. The shoes were really slowing her down. Lisa circled her opponent quickly, leaping on the balls of her feet, trying to get behind Tiffany so she could jump on her from the rear and work the dildo up into her rectum. Tiffany turned in circles. "Then you are set with a capital J/ Which you'll never forget till they cart you away/ When you're a Jet you stay a Jet!" sang the Jets on the CD, breaking into harmony. Lisa kept bouncing around Tiffany, looking for an opening. She moved clockwise, running circles around the older girl, who didn't dare sit down now to take off her own heels, or else Lisa would be all over her. After several clockwise turns, Lisa suddenly reversed and moved counter- clockwise. Tiffany tried to spin to keep Lisa in front of her, but a combination of dizziness and the horrible stilettos caused her to lose her balance. She fell to her knees, and Lisa pounced on her like a lion on a gazelle. Tiffany was on her hands and knees, and Lisa clambered onto her back, in order to keep her down. A roar went up from the audience as the smaller girl started thrusting her pelvis forward, trying to stab her dildo into Tiffany's ass. Finally, Lisa felt her fake cock slip forward, and she let out a cry of triumph: "Yes!!!" She pushed forward with all her might, but Snake had moved to where he could see better. "Sorry, Lisa, nice try, but that's her pussy. Take the dildo out and start over again." Tiffany thought Snake was ordering the smaller girl to climb off, but instead Lisa maintained her dominant position. She pulled the dildo out of Tiffany's wide open pussy and levered it upward a couple of inches, lining up the head as the tiny puckered rosebud of Tiffany's bunghole. "The Jet Song" had finished on the soundtrack, and Mr. White yelled up to the booth in the back, the same booth where someone was operating the spotlight. "Hey, you wanna pause that CD for a second? I got my own version of that song I want to sing. I thought this up when I was watching Tiffany play Maria in 'West Side Story,' and now I get to serenade her with it!" And Mr. White began to sing, to the tune of "The Jet Song:" "When you're a slut, you're a slut all the way/ From the first dick you suck to your last dyin' day!/ When you're a slut, you just love givin' head/ There's a smile on your face when your pussy is spread. The boys stand in line, awaitin' something special/ You're mouth is so fine, they all give you a facial/ It's multi-racial! Tiffany's mind reeled under the combined horror. Her arch rival had her down and was about to ram a dildo up her ass, she was on the stage where normally she was a beloved thespian queen, and she was having to listen to Mr. White's perverted parody of "The Jet Song." "Noooooo!!!!" she screamed, and summoning all her strength, bucked up like a horse in a rodeo throwing a rider. Lisa flew off. Tiffany stood and whirled, but no sooner had she turned around than Lisa was right there. Lisa threw a solid right that caught Tiffany in the tit, sending pain shooting through her chest. She reached down instinctively to cover her painful breast, and Lisa let loose a fearsome kick that caught Tiffany square in the cunt. "AHHHH!" Tiffany bellowed. Her poor pussy was still open from all the stimulation at the mall, the lips peeled back, and Lisa' foot had landed squarely on the sensitive inner tissue. It hurt like a bitch, and Tiffany's hands went to her crotch. In a flash, Lisa had taken two steps and was behind Tiffany, jumping on her back like a piggy back rider. The young girl reached around and jammed an index finger right into Tiffany's eye, and the senior went down hard on her hands and knees again. White was vamping it up, singing more and more verses: "When you're a slut, all the boys are in heat/ Cause your pussy's all juiced and it smells fuckin' sweet!/ When you're a slut you let boys feel your tits/ And you won't have a rest till they fuck you to bits! Tiffany was in agony all over. Struggling to stay on her hands and knees, her tit throbbed, her pussy lips felt like they were on fire, and she was trying to grab at her eye. But as she did so with her right hand, Lisa reached around and smacked her left elbow, which caused her left arm to cave in. Her face crashed to the stage floor. And then she felt it. The dildo touched her anus, and Lisa gave a mighty thrust. A good three inches travelled up Tiffany's rectum, and she bellowed with pain and frustration. "Noooo! Help! Stop!" "Unnnhh!" Lisa grunted, thrusting again, and another two inches moved in. The men were delirious with lust, and had all sprung from their seats. The jostled around the edge of the stage, trying to get a better look, yelling obscenities, pure beasts of the jungle. White kept singing: "You're never alone, you're always with some horner/ The boys make ya groan, by giving ya the boner/ You're such a moaner! Here comes the slut, Yeah she cums yet again,/ From just thinking about doing dozens of men/ When you're a slut you stay a slut!" He finished with a dramatic flourish. Meanwhile, Tiffany tried to buck Lisa off again as she had before, but the girl had learned, and had planted her center of gravity lower this time. Tiffany, bucked, but Lisa held on. And to Tiffany's horror, the sudden movement actually made the dildo slip in even further! "She's down, and it doesn't look good for Tiffany!" Snake shouted, as carried away as the other men at the bizarre scene being played out. "A couple more inches and it's over!" "No! No!" Tiffany wailed, trying to reach around and grab Lisa. But she was in a hopeless position, and Lisa rubbed it in by reaching around and jamming a finger hard into Tiffany's eye again. The girl screamed with pain, and Lisa drove the dildo forward relentlessly into Tiffany Daniels' well-oiled rear passage. Suddenly, Tiffany yelled even louder. It felt as if all the skin was being scraped off her asshole. Something horribly rough was being dragged over that tissue. And through her agony and humiliation, she knew what it was. The sandpaper. Tiffany had lost. "We have a winner!" Snake yelled, as the men erupted. "Fuck! Her! Ass! Fuck! Her! Ass! Fuck! Her! Ass!" the audience began to rhythmically chant. Tiffany felt Lisa pull the full eight inches of rubber cock out of her ass - it felt as if her insides were being pulled out. And then she was slammed forward, as Lisa thrust the entire dildo deep, deep and deeper still into Tiffany's butt. Lisa Boulet was going to fuck Tiffany Daniels up the ass. The crowd went wild. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+