CHAPTER FOUR
THE ONE WITH ALL THE CHEERING
Finally, the bell ring, signalling the end of Tiffany's humiliation in front of
Mr. Green's English class. As the other students filed out, Tom Green said softly
to the teenaged girl, so no one else could hear, "Stay right where you are,
Tiffany."
She stood, her nose pressed to the chalkboard. The live ants were having a field
day in her sweet little asshole, crawling up and down, irritating the sensitive
lining. It was maddening, but Tiffany stood still.
As the last student filed out, Tom Green shut the door.
"Well, well, well," he said. "Little Miss Tiffany My Pussy's Too Good For Y'All
Daniels. How do you feel?"
The cheerleader didn't know what to respond. Green was obviously in on the
conspiracy with Brown and White to degrade her, so she knew she had to tread
carefully.
"I asked you a question, Miss Tiffany Ants Up the Ass Daniels." Green stood
directly behind her and leaned in so his breath was hot in her ear and on her
neck. If anyone had walked in, it would have looked like a teacher having a
conference with a student who had been disciplined, but Tiffany knew this was far
beyond that.
"I don't know sir. Please, can I go to my next class?" Tiffany pleaded.
"Sure, slut," Green said. The teenager flinched with each new verbal assault. She
was used to respect and deference, not horrible sexual insults. "And you didn't
move, so you don't get detention, even though I'm sure you wanted to wiggle that
little ass, didn't you?"
"Please, may I go now?" she repeated.
"Yes you may," said Green, and Tiffany stepped back from the blackboard. Green
ogled her brazenly, and his eyes stopped on her gorgeous teenaged tits.
"Uh-oh, little problem here, Tiff," he said. She looked down and saw two large
yellow chalk smears, one over each breast, where they had pressed against the
board.
"Here, let's clean you up," Green said with mock kindliness.
"No, that's really OK," said Tiffany, "I'm gonna be late."
"Nonsense," Green countered. "We can't have you walking around the halls looking
like that." And he pulled a packet from his desk drawer. It was several of those
moist towlettes, like little napkins soaked in antiseptic cleaner. "Here, hold
still, and let me clean you off."
Knowing what was coming, Tiffany took a step back. She didn't want her English
teacher pawing her tits; despite all the terrible things done to her over the
last few days, she still had her dignity.
"I said hold still!" hissed Green, "That's a goddam order! Put your hands at your
sides, bitch!"
The trembling teen obeyed.
Green extended a towlette and begin to dab at her right breast. The coldness and
wetness soaked straight through the thin cotton and, since she had been forbidden
to wear a bra, hit her young nipple, causing it to spring to life in full,
glorious erection. As her nipple hardened, Tiffany looked down and realized the
moisture was soaking the blouse all over her breast, causing the fabric to become
nearly transparent!
"Please, Mr. Green, I'm gonna be late! Oh God, people are gonna see!" The poor
girl, who had already endured so much, was becoming more and more frantic.
"Don't move a muscle!" barked Green. "I'll write you a fucking pass." He pulled
out a new towlette and began the same process on her left breast, with the same
result: a perky, extended nipple and thin, wet, white fabric. Anyone could see
both of Tiffany's perfect teenaged breasts and their hard nipples, and the halls
were full of her fellow students changing classes.
"There, we got all that nasty chalk off," Green mocked her with a sick smile. He
scribbled out a pass for her tardiness to her next class," and then said,
matter-of-factly, "When you go to your next class, Miss Daniels, why don't you
carry your books by your side under your arm rather than hugged in front of your
chest. In fact, consider that an order. If you try to hide that pretty little
chest, I'll report you to Principal White for disobedience."
Tiffany knew what that meant. She would just have to hope she could make it there
quickly.
The halls were still packed as Tiffany scurried along, her breasts in plain view,
jiggling wildly in their braless state. As her nipples rubbed the inside of the
tight blouse, they stayed erect. Every student in the hall stopped and stared.
Some laughed, many pointed, as the wealthy young woman, named for the founder of
the school, walked rapidly along.
"Hey, Tiff, I like the new look!" called a male voice.
"It's Tits, not Tiff," yelled another. Raucous laughter burst from a pack. Her
face burned with shame. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. What a
horrible nightmare.
Several boys started a chant, mocking her cheerleader status: Gimme a T! Gimme an
I! Gimme a T! Gimme an S! What's that spell? Tits! Who's got 'em? Tiffany!"
God, were there no teacher to save her from this? Tiffany was almost in tears
when she reached study hall. She burst into the room, made straight for her desk
and sat down. She choked back tears. Her life was a living hell.
The rest of the day passed without major incident for Tiffany. Her blouse dried
in study hall, and her nipples finally returned to their normal state. The ants
were still driving her nuts, but many of them had died from being squished
between her butt and the chairs she sat in. The ones that remained, though, were
the worst, for the they were the ones crawling deep inside her pussy and ass.
Mr. White had not given Tiffany any instructions as to what was happen to her at
the end of the day, although she thought she was due to have the ants removed. So
she was not surprised when, during her last class of the day, a student "runner"
from the office came in with a sealed envelope for Tiffany.
"Report to my office at the final bell," read the note inside. Tiffany could tell
White and the other male teachers were being careful not to leave any evidence
that could incriminate them.
A few minutes after the last bell rang, Tiffany was once again in Principal
White's office, the place where she had begun her day in hell. White again shut
the door.
"How was your day, Tiffany-Bitch?" he asked maliciously.
"Hellish," she answered honestly.
"The correct answer would be, 'Hellish, SIR," he corrected.
"Yes, sir," she responded.
"I imagine you're anxious to get those ants out of your pussy and ass," the evil
principal said. "But I'm concerned it might be difficult to get the ones that
have crawled up really high and out of reach. So I bought you something to help."
He pulled out an enormous black dildo, about 10 inches long and as big around as
a paper-towel tube. Tiffany's mouth hung open as she stared at it.
"No, bitch, it's not for your mouth," White said, "although you might want to get
it wet there first. It's to crush the ants. Your fingers won't reach far enough.
So you insert your new little friend here all the way up your pussy, then all the
way up your ass, and use it to crush the ants. I'm afraid that if you don't use
this, you'll never kill them all, and tomorrow you'll still have ants crawling
inside you. You don't want that, do you?"
The dejected, dazed cheerleader just shook her head.
"So take your new friend here and put him in your backpack. Go on home and find
yourself a little privacy and get rid of the ants. Heck, be glad I'm not ordering
you to do it right here on my office floor. It would make a great addition to the
videotape: Sweet little virgin Tiffany Daniels fucks herself up the ass with a
big black dildo. Yeah, that would be a popular offering on the Internet," he
chuckled.
Tiffany reluctantly took the dildo and stuck it in her backpack.
"Then once you get rid of the ants, we thought it might be nice to go shopping
tonight," White continued. "So tell Mommy and Daddy you have to come back to
school after dinner to work on a Homecoming project. Be here at 7:30 p.m., and
we'll meet you in the parking lot. We'll have you back by 9:30 so you can get
home and get your beauty sleep."
"May I ask a question, sir?" Tiffany was looking down at the floor submissively,
which White liked.
"Yes, you may, ass-licker."
"Where are we going tonight? And who all is going?
"Well, you're the central attraction, of course," White said. "And there will be
myself, and Mr. Brown and Mr. Green, and maybe some others depending on their
availability. We're going to the mall and pick out some new clothes for you,
something more in line with what you were wearing today. I'm sure as hell not
gonna spend any more of my own money buying you slut outfits like this one."
"So should I bring money, sir?"
"No, that won't be necessary," White said ominously. "You'll be paying for the
clothes, but not with money." He smiled at her and winked.
Tiffany felt sick. She didn't know what was in store, only that it wasn't good at
all.
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