CHAPTER THREE
THE ONE WITH THE GOLDEN OLDIE
And that's how it had started, Tiffany thought, as she prayed for the bell to
ring to signal the end of English class. Her pert little nose had been parked in
the chalk circle for 10 minutes now, but it seemed like an eternity. She had to
stand still even as hundreds of ants feasted on the honey that had been applied
to the insides of her vagina and far up into her teenaged asshole. The maddening
ants kept her in constant agony, and were even starting to make her horny as they
marched back and forth all over her little clitty.
Of course, she only found out some of the details when Brown and White finally
told her how they had worked out the plan; the night she had fingered herself to
orgasm and swallowed a load of Brown's hot cum, she had been so doped up on GBH
and Ecstasy she barely knew her own name.
The morning after the cheerleader had put on her little show for the treacherous
older men, she woke up feeling awful, an after effect of the drugs. She told her
mother that she didn't feel well and asked her to call the school office. Her
mother agreed; Tiffany was not the sort of girl to fake being sick.
Her younger sister Stephanie popped her head into Tiffany's room. At 14,
Stephanie was a budding beauty. She still had her braces on her teeth, which were
due off in a year, and her breasts had not yet begun to sprout into the
impressive 36-Cs that poked out of Tiffany's torso, but she was still a little
cutie who was obviously going to be just as hot as her older sister.
"Hey!" said Stephanie cheerfully. "Where were you last night? I didn't hear you
come in."
Tiffany cast her mind back. She remembered going to her math teacher's apartment,
but not much else. She had a vague memory of being naked, and she blushed. What
had happened? Why couldn't she remember?
"Oh, I stayed at school to work on homecoming banners," Tiffany lied. She hated
being dishonest with her sister, but couldn't possibly tell her the truth, and
she wasn't even sure of the truth.
Tiffany stayed in bed all that day. The next day, although she felt fine, she
also had her mother call in sick for her. She was dreading facing Mr. Brown. Had
she really been naked with him? Had he fucked her? she wondered. No, she'd be
able to feel it in her pussy, she decided, and she could tell she was still a
virgin.
On the third day, Tiffany felt like she had no choice. She couldn't stay home
from school forever. Homecoming was approaching, and if she missed too many
practices she wouldn't be allowed to cheer. She dressed for school conservatively
- blue jeans, a bulky sweater, Doc Martens - and drove to Daniels High School.
Sitting in first period, Tiffany listened to the morning announcements over the
P.A. system. Just as they were winding up, the vice principal who was reading the
announcements said, "And Tiffany Daniels, please report to the principal's
office."
Every kid in homeroom turned and looked at the cute cheerleader, and she blushed.
But hey, she thought, I haven't done anything wrong. There could be all kinds of
reasons to meet with Principal White - student council (Tiffany was vice
president), homecoming plans, all sorts of things.
The teenager gathered up her book bag and marched down the hall to Principal
White's office.
"Come in, come in, Tiffany," Mr. White said jovially. His eyes twinkled. Tiffany
was relieved. If she'd done something wrong, he'd be acting stern.
"Have a seat," White said once Tiffany was inside his office. He shut the door.
Tiffany thought she heard him turn the lock, but maybe she was mistaken.
"Well, well, Miss Tiffany Daniels," said the principal. Suddenly he was no longer
twinkly, but stern. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine," she said nervously.
"Fine, huh?" repeated the principal. "Well, maybe we can change that. I want you
to watch something."
The sexy blonde cheerleader noticed for the first time a TV set on a portable
cart, with a VCR underneath it. White pressed a button on a remote control, and a
video flickered onto the screen.
There was Tiffany Daniels, sweet 16, splayed out stark naked except for white
knee socks on a sofa. On a table in front of her, crystal clear, was a bottle of
Scotch, some joints, and what looked like lines of cocaine spread out on a
mirror. Tiffany had never touched drugs of any sort, but the juxtaposition was
damning.
As the girl watched in growing horror, she saw herself start to masturbate. There
was no sound on the video, but the image swung up and down her lithe young body,
focusing first on her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth open in ecstasy,
then panning down her breasts with her nipples hard and firm, down to her pussy,
where her fingers were working away at her clit. The image zoomed in on her
pussy, showing her blonde pubes slick with her pussy juices.
The image jumped back to her head, and a man's torso entered the frame. He was
unidentifiable, seen only from mid torso to mid thigh. He had an enormous
erection, and he approached Tiffany's mouth and slid it right in. She could see
the man's cock move in and out of her mouth. She was horrified, humiliated,
totally degraded, as she watched herself suck a strange man's cock while
masturbating, and watched it in with her school principal standing right beside
her.
White laid a heavy hand on her shoulder, and Tiffany jumped.
"Some video, huh?" he asked, leering. He hit the remote, and the screen went
black.
"But wait, there's more!" White said, making his voice sound like a TV pitchman
on an infomercial. He was enjoying her distress, toying with her, piling on the
humiliation.
Tiffany sat numbly, her world shattered. She realized the video must have been
made two nights ago at Mr. Brown's apartment, even though her memory was hazy.
White walked to his desk and pulled out a large envelope and tossed it to her.
"Have a look, baby," he said with a grin.
Tiffany pulled out a tape recorder, pressed play and listened once again to her
confession of cheating on her algebra test. She stopped it and pulled from the
envelope her cheat sheet. But the last thing in the envelope was the worst. It
was an 8x10 photo taken from the video. It showed her face in closeup, her eyes
closed but very recognizable. Her lips were stretched around a male cock.
Printed across the bottom of the photo in some sort of electronic type was this
message:
"MY NAME IS TIFFANY DANIELS. I LIVE AT 300 W. ALAMEDA STREET, BEVERLY, TEXAS. MY
PHONE NUMBER IS 555-1212. I'M A JUNIOR AT DANIELS HIGH SCHOOL IN BEVERLY. I LOVE
SUCKING OFF NASTY PERVERTS. IF YOU CAN IMAGINE IT, I WILL DO IT."
"Oh God, Mr. White," the poor girl moaned. "What is this? What are you doing to
me?"
Mr. White was humming to himself. Tiffany didn't recognize the tune.
Suddenly he began singing the song he had been humming. "You're 16, you're
beautiful, and you're mine! You're 16, you're beautiful, and you're mine!"
The stunned girl sat, immobile.
"Let me explain your new life to, Miss Tiffany Cocksucker Slave Cunt Daniels. You
are mine, utterly and completely. You will do anything and everything I tell you
to, starting at this moment. Am I making myself clear, you wretched little slut?"
The cheerleader nodded, mute. This was all a horrible nightmare, she thought. No
one had ever dared talk to her in such a way. It was unimaginable. She'd report
him to the school board. She'd tell her parents. She'd kill the motherfucker!
"Now, Miss Slut Slave, here is what will happen if you don't do exactly as I tell
you from now on. There are already dozens of copies of this video dubbed. They
have been edited so there is no sign as to who made them. The only thing people
will see on this video will be Tiffany Slut Cunt Daniels sucking a man's cock
after she's obviously indulged in illegal drugs. The tapes are in envelopes,
already addressed, and with a friend of mine. If I say the word, copies will be
mailed to your parents, your pastor at St. Timothy's, your fellow cheerleaders,
and about 50 of the guys here at school. I'm sure they'll make sure they're
distributed to everybody else.
"The picture you see with your name, address and phone number will be posted
repeatedly on every sex newsgroup on the Internet. Within 24 hours, thousands of
perverts nationwide will know who you are, where you live and where you go to
school. Of those thousands, surely a couple hundred will want to track down the
girl in the photo. You'll be stalked at home and at school, probably raped
repeatedly, possibly kidnapped, never to see your family or friends again.
"If you go to the police, or even if you get really brave and try to kill me, my
friend will mail out the tapes and make the Internet postings. Your life will be
over. So you see, Tiffany Tits, why I sing: You're 16, you're beautiful, and
you're mine."
The cheerleader felt like she was dead. She was being blackmailed, and she had no
choice but to go along with her perverted principal.
"So, shall we begin, you little slut-monkey?" he said evilly, trying to degrade
the teenager even further with his name-calling
"Please," the poor girl squeaked. "Please don't do this to me. Please let me go.
I'll be good."
"Oh, you'll be good all right," White said sarcastically.. "You'll be great.
You'll be as much fun as we've had in a long time.
"We're going to play a series of games," he continued. "We'll call it Toying With
Tiffany. You won't like hardly any of them, although there's a good chance that
you'll get some nice orgasms along the way. Your like here at Daniels High School
is going to be a living hell for a while, until we get tired of you, and then
we'll move on. That's right, Tiffany, I said 'We.' I'm part of a team of men here
at Daniels that breaks young girls like yourself. You aren't the first and you
won't be the last. You're just our Number One project at the moment."
"Please," the cheerleader pleaded. "I beg you, Mr. White. I'll do anything."
"That you will, Tiffany, that you will. Now, stand up and strip."
Tiffany hesitated.
"Now, cunt!" he barked.
She had no choice. Maybe later she would figure out how to beat the horrible
principal. But for now, she had to obey him or risk destroying her entire life.
She rose, and slowly began to peel off her clothes.
When she was naked, White ordered her to lay on his desk on her back, grab her
ankles and pull her legs back. Her heart pounding, she obeyed. Was he going to
rape her now?
Instead, he pulled a jar of honey from his desk drawer. "Don't move a muscle,
bitch," he hissed, and began to apply the honey all over her blonde pubes. He
swathed it down the sensitive strip between her pussy and ass, and smeared her
ass cheeks with it. He held open her pussy lips with one hand and poured honey up
inside her, then did the same thing with her ass. Tiffany was mortified at what
was going on, but didn't understand.
"Please, don't do this to me," she wailed.
"Shut up!" he snapped. "I don't want to hear another word out of you." He reached
down to the floor and picked up her white cotton panties and stuffed them into
her mouth. "Keep them there until I tell you to take them out," he ordered.
Then he pulled out the jar of ants. "Not a twitch, bitch, or mommy and daddy and
the whole world will see that video." And with that, he poured the ants all over
her crotch. Tiffany was petrified, but obeyed his order and didn't move a muscle.
She wanted to scream, but didn't.
"One final touch," he said. From a closet be brought forth a bag. "The clothes
you came in are a little too modest for a whore-dog like you. From now on, you'll
wear what we tell you to wear. Put these on."
Tiffany climbed down from the desk, her head spinning. Honey dripped down one
thigh. The horrible ants were crawling all over her. She pulled out another pair
of panties, also white cotton, and pulled them on. A short pleated skirt went
over them, one a little shorter than her cheerleader skirt that almost showed the
bottom of the cheeks of her sweet teenaged ass. There was no bra, and she looked
at Principal White with a pleading expression, not daring to take the panty gag
out of her mouth and ask a question.
"That's right, no bra. And on future days, probably no panties," he said.
Tiffany put on the sheer white blouse that was a little too small. She buttoned
it all the way up, but White unbuttoned the top two buttons. Her large, firm
teenaged breasts strained against the cotton; White could faintly make out her
aureolas under the blouse. The cheerleader continued getting dressed, pulling on
little white anklets with lacy tops and then buckling on white sandals with high
heels. God, she thought, I wouldn't wear an outfit like this in a million years.
It's so slutty.
White pulled out a roll of duct tape. "Just to make sure these panties stay on,"
he told her, and wrapped a thick strip of tape around her waist, taping the
panties to her bare skin. He did the same around each thigh, taping the panties
to each leg. "If you try to remove the panties to get rid of the ants," White
warned the scared girl, "we'll repeat the game tomorrow, using fire ants.
"Now there's one last order of business, Miss Blow Job Daniels," the principal
said. "I'm more than a little horny after our little meeting. I want you to kneel
down and suck me off."
Jesus, thought Tiffany, this will never end. Reluctantly, she kneeled down in
front of the principal and pulled the panties out of her mouth as he unzipped his
fly and hauled out his erection. "Take it deep, little girlie, and use your
tongue."
She leaned forward and opened her lips and allowed the principal to insert his
cock into her moist young mouth. She had never felt so humiliated or degraded in
her 16 years, to be kneeling here, sucking off her principal in this slutty
outfit, while hundreds of live ants crawled all over her most private and
sensitive parts. It was a nightmare, she thought, but she had no choice.
After a couple of minutes of sucking, she felt his cock begin to swell. He
clasped his hands on the sides of her head and thrust deeper into her throat. She
started to gag, but fought down the urge, as his cock erupted, shooting stream
after stream of jism deep into her throat. She swallowed over and over until he
was done.
"That's a good little slut," Mr. White said. "Go back to class now. And during
the day, if a teacher tells you to do something, I suggest you do it. There are
several of us in on this little project, and you wouldn't want to piss off
anybody."
Humiliated, Tiffany stuffed her old clothes into her book bag and left the
office. As she left, she heard White singing to himself:
"You walked out of my dreams, and into my life Now you're my angel divine You're
16, you're beautiful, and you're mine."
