CHAPTER 12
THE ONE WITH THE SPECIAL HALF-TIME SHOW
The next morning was beautiful as Tiffany drove her younger sister Stephanie to
school through the suburban streets of Beverly, Texas. It was Friday, and tonight
was the big homecoming game, something that Tiffany had been looking forward to
for the entire school year. Until this last week, though, when the four sadistic
older men had embarked on their campaign to blackmail, abuse, degrade and
humiliate the lovely 16- year-old. Now she dreaded the game, wondering what sort
of torment they would dream up to shame her even further.
She was lost in her own dark musings when Stephanie spoke up. "I hate to bring
this up again, Tiff, but you know yesterday, in the cafeteria? People said you
were even worse than the day before! I told em that when we went to school you
were just wearing jeans and a T-shirt like you always do, but I heard from
bunches of people that at lunchtime you were dressed in this really whorey
looking black skirt that was all cut up and held together with safety pins, and
you were down on your hands and knees on the floor and guys were staring at you
and laughing."
Tiffany wanted so badly to tell her innocent young sister the truth, the awful
truth about what bastards men could be, and the unspeakable predicament she was
in. But she knew that telling Stephanie would somehow put the girl in danger
also. She had to lie.
"Yeah, that was a little but out there, I have to admit," Tiffany said. "I'm kind
of embarrassed about it now. I guess it seemed like a good idea at the time." She
stopped, hoping that would end Stephanie's questions.
An embarrassed silence fell over the girls. Tiffany felt that her sister wanted
to talk further, but that it would be rude to question an older sibling, and one
who was so beautiful and popular.
Added to that was the conflict raging within Tiffany. It's the dirty little
secret of nearly every cheerleader that there is a bit of the exhibitionist
lurking somewhere within. Most cheerleaders, and certainly Tiffany, don't get off
on the thought of all those hormone-driven teenaged boys fantasizing about
fucking them, and all the middle-aged pervs in the crowd staring at their
panty-covered crotches and thinking evil thoughts. But to be a cheerleader, to
prance about in front of crowds in a tight sweater and a short, flippy skirt,
exposing your bare legs and your underpants, there has to be a small part that
enjoys it. And that was certainly the case with Tiffany. Normally she felt as if
she were operating from a position of power " this was her nubile young body, and
nobody could touch her unless she said it was OK.
But the events of the past week had reversed that, and Tiffany was confused. In
some ways, her tormentors had just taken her love of being looked at and
amplified it far beyond her wildest dreams. Her name was on everyone's lips at
Daniels High School, the image of her slutty outfits and bizarre behavior the
talk of every classroom and bus stop. The part of her that craved the spotlight
secretly loved all that, even as she was mortified by the stunts she had been
forced to pull in recent days.
And then there were the orgasms. Although she had masturbated a few times and
petted a little with boys her age, she had never cum the way she had the other
night when the men were fucking her ass in the cafeteria, or the way she had in
her bedroom crushing the ants with the big dildo. What was happening to her? Was
she secretly a slut who had just been liberated, or was she still just a normal
teenaged girl?
As she pondered all that, she pulled the Miata into the parking lot, kissed
Stephanie on the cheek goodbye, and trudged to her first stop of the day:
Principal White's office.
Today wasn't just any day, though. It was Homecoming, the Big Game. Cheerleaders
always wore their uniforms on game day out of school tradition, and even with all
Tiffany had been though, she had worn hers. The tight white sweater with the big
gold letter D clung to her shapely chest, and the pleated gold skirt swirled
around her lovely tanned legs as she walked into Principal White's office.
"Shut the door, Princess," he ordered. She complied.
"Well, well. Homecoming," he began. "Big night for you and your little friends,
eh? I suppose you're wondering what's in store?"
"Yes sir."
"Well, me and the boys decided to let you have a day off. Not completely, but
almost. We want you to save your strength and focus for the game, to be able to
help our players on to victory. And I'm sure you'll be able to help them."
Tiffany had no idea what he was getting at, but had heard the "day off" part and
focused on that, hopefully.
"Whatever you say, sir," she said. It was best to wait and see where it was
going.
"Take off your panties, Tiffany," he said. The youngster reached under her short
skirt with both hands and pulled them down to her ankles, where she stepped out
of them. She bent and picked them up from the floor.
White took the white underpants from her hand and laid them out on his desk. He
pulled out a big black laundry marker and wrote across the crotch of the panties
in large letters "FUCK ME." Then he flipped them over, and across the ass he
wrote "SPANK ME." He handed them back and told her to put them on.
Tiffany's heart sank. Was this his idea of a day off? Wearing panties all day
under a short skirt, worried that ay any moment a breeze could expose them, or a
careless drink of water at the fountain.
"Aww, come on, Princess," he joshed. "It's not so bad. It's not like I'm gonna
fuck you up the ass or anything. Then again, you kinda liked that, didn't you?
Maybe you're disappointed cause you wanted to be fucked up the bunghole again.
Maybe it was the Joe Black dick that got you over the top. Hmm?"
"No sir," she said, staring at the carpet and blushing, because he was close to
the truth. "May I go now?"
"Sure, Tiffany. See you at the game tonight."
Compared to what she had endured over the last two days, Homecoming Day wasn't
that bad. She was back in her cheerleading uniform, and that helped Tiffany feel
in control. In class, other students would whisper and dart their eyes at her,
and sometimes giggle or guffaw, but there wasn't any outright harassment. Even in
the lunchroom, the scene of her humiliation the previous day, she sat with her
buddies and ate in peace. Everyone seemed focused on the big game coming up.
And before she knew it, it was game time. 7:30, and the gymnasium was packed.
Daniels High School students in one set of bleachers, and facing them, the
students of Jefferson High School, for what was sometimes referred to as the
annual Jeff-Daniels Game. Tiffany took the floor with Marla, Brittany, Suzy and
the rest of the squad and they started their routines: high kicks, spins, back
flips, cheers, as the basketball warmed up by shooting baskets and following
lay-ups.
As the girls formed a chorus line and kicked in rhythm to the band's music,
Tiffany saw the students in the front few rows begin to point at her and nudge
one another. Damn! She had managed to forget that FUCK ME was written across the
front of her panties in big black letters. Every time she kicked, she was showing
it off to the boys. Soon the whispers began to spread through the Daniels crowd,
and more and more teenaged boys moved down close to be able to see.
Tiffany scanned the crowd nervously, and saw one man who wasn't moving down: Mr.
Green, who sat about half-way up with the camcorder held to his eye. He was
aiming it right at her. It was very common to see high school parents in the
bleachers with camcorders, videotaping their sons on the basketball floor, but
Tiffany knew that Mr. Green wasn't taping the game. He probably had the zoom lens
cranked up all the way, she thought, and was zeroing in on her pussy and the bold
advertisement that was printed there. Just more for their little collection, she
thought bitterly.
The first half of the game went quickly, with Tiffany and the other cheerleaders
taking the floor occasionally during time-outs. After one flip, the hem of
Tiffany's short cheerleading skirt rode up and accidentally clung to the top of
her panties, exposing her delectable cotton-clad 16-year-old bottom and the words
SPANK ME printed there. She blushed furiously and quickly pulled it back down,
holding it there with her hands. She didn't know how many had noticed, but surely
some of the horny boys, who were not even watching the game any more, had seen.
The whistle blew, signalling the end of the first half. Tiffany looked toward one
end of the gymnasium and was shocked to see Principal White standing there, his
back to one concrete-block wall, talking with Stephanie, her 14-year-old sister.
White caught the cheerleader's eye and gave her a hand signal to come over.
Tiffany obeyed, her stomach sinking. The torment and abuse of her was bad enough,
but she had to keep Stephanie away from these predators no matter what.
"Hello, Miss Daniels," the principal said in almost courtly way, his voice of
free of sarcasm. "I was just talking to your sister here, whom I've barely had a
chance to get to know." His words seemed so innocent on the surface, but Tiffany
knew there was great potential for evil lurking somewhere within them.
"I need a favor, Miss Daniels. You know Old Joe, the janitor? His back is still
bothering him and he asked if you'd help him out for a few minutes. While you do,
I'll just visit with Stephanie here for a few more minutes. I'm sure you'll be
back for the second half." His eyes were clear and pure, devoid of malice, but
Tiffany got the message: Obey me, or Stephanie becomes part of the game as well.
She left the gym and found Old Joe standing right outside the doors. To Tiffany's
surprise, he was dressed in a snazzy suit rather than his janitor's uniform. He
motioned her to step back into a stairwell.
"So you saw that Mr. White is talking to Stephanie, Princess? I'm only going to
explain this one time, so you better listen closely. If you don't follow every
instruction perfectly, we're going to take a trip to Dr. Wu tonight to make one
of those special videos. Not just you, but you and Stephanie as well. Dr. Wu
tells us he's getting impatient, and so are his friends, for a little tender teen
flesh to abuse. Do you remember the little talk the other night about how Dr. Wu
treats teen meat like you and your sister? Of course you do. So you're going to
obey, right."
Tiffany swallowed hard, and nodded. She had to keep her sister safe. She would do
anything to keep Stephanie out of trouble.
"It seems that both the coach and the assistant coach from Jefferson had their
cars stolen from our parking lot during the first half," Black continued.
"They've just been told, and they're out in the parking lot now talking to the
police. They'll probably be gone about 15 minutes. That means the Jefferson boys
team is in their locker room, with no adult supervision. You and I are going to
go in their now. I'm just going to stand over in a corner, keeping an eye on
things. It's going to be your show, Princess, your special half-time show. You'll
do all the talking. If I don't feel as if your performance is exactly what me and
the fellas have in mind, I have a cell phone, and Mr. White has a beeper. I'll
just dial the beeper, and Mr. White will leave right then with Stephanie and take
her to Dr. Wu's. You will join her there later. If she has an hour's head start
on you, though, she's likely to be in pretty bad shape by the time you show up.
You with me so far?
Tiffany nodded. "I have no choice," she told herself over and over. "I'm their
slave. I have no will. I have to do what they tell me to."
Joe told her what he wanted her to do, and together they entered the visiting
team's locker room. The noise hit the lovely teenager like a tidal wave - the
sound of 14 teenaged boys pumped up on testosterone and adrenaline, left without
adult supervision. Some were yelling, some were snapping towels, others were
laughing. They all fell silent as soon as they noticed Tiffany and Joe Black. As
he had promised, Joe faded into a corner, leaving poor Tiffany standing alone in
the middle of the locker room. She had never felt so vulnerable and alone.
She took a deep breath, told herself she had no choice, she would do this to save
her sister. She forced a seductive smile onto her face.
"Hi boys. Would anyone like a blowjob?"
The room instantly erupted again with hoots, laughs, rebel yells, screams of
"Fuck yeah!" Several of the boys advanced toward the cheerleader.
She raised a hand. She had to keep some control or she would be gang-raped. What
she was about to do would be bad enough.
"Hold on, boys," she called out. "Settle down. My name if Tiffany, and as you can
see, I'm one of the cheerleaders at Daniels. I heard your coaches weren't here,
so I came over to offer a little oral relief to y'all. But if y'all are gonna get
out of hand, I'm just gonna have to leave." She was following the script that Old
Joe had outlined to her.
"Now everybody knows there's a pecking order, so we're gonna have ourselves a
pecker order. I'll blow as many of you as I can, beginning with the starting
lineup. I hope I'll have time to get to the substitutes as well, but I can give
them hand jobs while I blow the starters. So I can take on three guys at one time
- one in my mouth and one in each hand. Everyone will have to cum as quickly as
he can so the guys who are waiting can have a shot."
"What the fuck is this about?" shouted one Jefferson player.
"Just a little Daniels hospitality," Tiffany answered. "Plus I really like the
taste of cum, and love to have a big old cock spurting into my hot little mouth."
"Who's the black guy?" another yelled.
"Don't mind me," said Joe. "I'm just the little lady's escort. Now you guys gonna
stand around and ask questions, or is somebody gonna get this girl a towel to
kneel down on so she can start sucking some cock?"
All the boys started moving and yelling again, many of them "Me first!" and
"Dibs!" Instantly a towel appeared and was laid down on the cold concrete floor,
and Tiffany kneeled down. No sooner had she assumed the position than she was
presented with the crotch of the team's starting center, a huge black teenager
whose dick was already halfway hard. She opened her sweet young mouth and closed
her lips around the thick purple head and began to suck.
Mere seconds had gone by when she felt both her hands being raised up. She was
vaguely aware that two other teens were now standing on either side of her, then
shorts and jock straps down around their ankles just like the center she was
blowing. Each of her hands had a hard-on stuffed into it, and she dutifully
wrapped her fingers around each shaft and began a pumping motion back and forth.
"Oh, fuck, this is unbelievable," yelled a boy who was getting a hand-job. "Jack
me off, you little whore-dog!"
"What a slut! What a whore!" the mob of boys yelled. The center took his large
meaty hands and put them on either side of Tiffany's beautiful face and began to
face-fuck the girl, pushing his large cock in and out of her mouth, which made a
series of rhythmic slurping sounds. She could smell his heavy sweaty smell, could
feel his large balls, loose in his scrotum, banging against her chin repeatedly
as he fucked her mouth.
Jesus Fucking Christ I'm gonna cum in this slut's mouth!" the boy suddenly
bellowed, and as Tiffany felt his cockhead swell up in her mouth, he erupted.
Gush after gush of hit salty semen poured into her young mouth, and she swallowed
frantically to get it all down.
"Me next!" hollered a guard, and pushed the center out of the way before his dick
had even begun to soften. Tiffany felt the first cock pop out of her mouth, only
to be replaced by a second erection, this one pink and thick, but also tasting of
sweat. She started to suck again, when suddenly her left cheek was hit with a
huge gob of ejaculate.
"Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!" grunted the boy on her left as she pumped his cock into her
fist. He was spewing his sperm all over the side of her face. She was disgusted,
but knew she didn't have time to stop and wipe it off. She had been ordered to
get all 14 boys off in 15 minutes, and knew she would have to work like mad to
accomplish her task. Fortunately, she knew, they were teenaged boys, and could
cum quickly. The sticky sperm dripped down her cheek and rounder her jawline,
just as the boy on her right exploded in orgasm. His cum hit her in the right
eye, temporarily blinding her, and continued shooting out of his dick, coating
her face.
"Man, you're cummin' all over the cheerleader cunt's face!" yelled a player.
"This is sooo fuckin cool!" The room erupted in cheers.
As the cheers echoed off the tile walls, the second player erupted into Tiffany's
mouth. He seemed to have even more sperm than the first guy, and she gagged
slightly as wave after wave filled her mouth. Half- blinded by the sperm in one
eye, she groped out with her fingers and found two more naked erections,
throbbing with adolescent lust. She began to pump both of them, her fingers slick
with the semen of the first two boys.
The time passed quickly. Tiffany did not even have the time to consider the image
she presented, one of unspeakable depravity and nastiness. A beautiful
16-year-old girl, on her knees in a boy's locker room, dressed in the opposing
team's cheerleading uniform, surrounded by panting, cheering, swearing, rutting
boys, all with the shorts and jock straps pulled down to their knees or their
ankles, their erections bobbing angrily in the humid locker room air.
Another blast of boy-cum hit Tiffany's other eye, and as the boy spewed his seed,
some went into her thick wavy blonde hair as well. It barely registered, because
yet another player was cumming in her mouth, jamming his cock forward so hard
that it banged against the back of her throat. Tiffany's gag reflex kicked in,
but the muscle action of her gag reflex just milked the boy's cock all the
harder.
They came on her hair. They came in her face. Their sperm sealed her eyes shut
and coated her cheeks. Thick globs of semen dripped down her chin and fell on the
large gold D on her chest. Her tongue felt thick from the semen that had flooded
over it again and again, and her jaw ached terribly from having her mouth open
and stuffed with cock so much.
Tiffany Daniels had become a mindless blowjob and handjob machine. To the
Jefferson basketball team, she might as well have been some inflatable love doll,
or a piece of meat. They used her, they called her names, they laughed joyfully
as they watched the mask of sperm get thicker and thicker on her face. It was the
most un-fucking-believable thing that had ever happened to them - to have a
cheerleader from the opposing team walk into their locker room at half-time and
give everybody blowjobs and handjobs!
Cock after cock after cock assaulted the willing, kneeling victim. She had
stopped thinking about what she was doing, what was happening to her, the shame
and humiliation she had felt at first. If the boys viewed her as a machine,
that's how she viewed herself as well - a robot with no purpose except to extract
the seed of 14 young men in a specific time.
She was surprised when she heard Old Joe's voice in her ear. "That's it, babe,"
he told her. "Let's get out of here." Tiffany realized that the last boy's cock
had cum in her mouth, that she was done. She had taken seven loads of sperm in
her mouth, all of them massive, because unbeknownst to her, the Jefferson coach
had forbid his players to have sex or even to masturbate for five days before the
game. The boys had obeyed him, so that each had built up a huge load. Tiffany's
stomach gurgled with nausea. She wondered weakly how much sperm was sloshing
around in her stomach.
In addition to the cum in her stomach, her face was a mask of white; eight boys
had come on her face while she was jacking them off.
"Hey, you want to come back after the game?" called one boy. "We could all shower
together!" The room exploded with whoops and high-fives. Tiffany was now moving
out of her trance-like, robotic state, returning to the real Tiffany Daniels, and
she flushed at the boy's comment. The humiliation of what she had done washed
over her.
"Let's get you to a restroom, Princess," Old Joe told her. "You done good, but
the second half's about to start, and you can't go back out there like that."
Tiffany nodded, numb from what she had endured over the past quarter-hour. Joe
led her from the room of goggle-eyed boys, some of whom were not pulling up their
shorts and getting ready to go back out on court for the second half.
That half passed in a blur for young Tiffany. She knew she was out on the court
between Brittany and Marla, going through the motions. At one point Marla had
even leaned over and asked "What's that in your ear, Tiffers?" Tiffany had stuck
a finger in her ear and pulled out a small gobbet of sperm that she had missed
while washing off the mask of cum.
She was vaguely aware that the Jefferson team, which had been up by 10 points at
the half, played the second half as if they had 10-pound weights strapped to
their ankles. They couldn't shoot, couldn't rebound, could barely even focus.
They grinned at one another as they jogged lazily up the court while their coach
screamed at them from the sidelines, wondering what had happened to his team.
Occasionally one would glance over at Tiffany and give her a thumbs-up and a big
grin.
Tiffany never noticed. Her mouth still tasted like sperm, her tongue ached, her
jaw ached, her hands ached. She knew what she had done, what she had been forced
to do, and her whole being ached with the shame of it.
But at least she had kept Stephanie safe, she thought. That was her consolation.