The degradation of Tricia, Part 3
By Lia Anderssen
"Get me some more coffee."
The man held out his empty cup to Tricia, who took it and refilled it
from the pot on the stove. As she handed it to the man, he grabbed her wrist,
pulling her closer to him. He ran his hand over her bare breast, then moved it
down between her legs, sliding a finger into her vagina, watching with obvious
amusement as a shudder ran through his naked companion.
When he pulled out his finger, it was coated with a sheen of his own
spunk. He held it up under Tricia's nose.
"Lick that clean."
Reluctantly Tricia took his finger into her mouth, sucking off the
bitter fluid.
"Any more toast?" he asked.
"Yes."
She turned to the stove, only too aware that she was presenting him with
a clear view of the dark, angry stripes that criss-crossed her backside and
upper legs. She wished desperately that he would leave and allow her to put some
clothes on. It was now nearly half a day since her crotch had been covered, and
the continued exposure to his hungry eyes was becoming too much for the modest
youngster.
It had been a far from restful night. After his shower she had, indeed,
been obliged to suck him off, swallowing down his seed as it pumped from his
rampant cock. After that he had made her masturbate with her fingers, then with
Tony's empty beer bottle and finally with the vibrator. Then he had fucked her
again, before settling down for the night in her bed, with the naked youngster
curled up on the floor beside it.
He had woken in the early hours and fallen on her, pinning her to the
ground whilst he forced his stiff penis inside her once again. Then, in the
morning, when she had woken him with a coffee, he had pulled her down onto the
bed and used her yet again.
Now, as she served his breakfast, a trickle of semen running down her
thigh, the youngster glanced at the clock. If he didn't leave soon she would be
late for school.
All at once the door to the apartment opened, and Tricia glanced round
in surprise, instinctively covering her breasts and sex as best she could. It
was Tony. Who else had a key to her apartment? Then a cold feeling gripped the
naked teenager as she realized that he had brought his sister with him.
Tricia stood, her face crimson, as the dark-haired girl walked into the
kitchen and surveyed the scene. There, seated at the table, enjoying his
breakfast, sat a man old enough to be Tricia's father. And here she was, stark
naked, her pussy denuded of hair, spunk running down her thighs, waiting upon
him.
Bella giggled. "The perfect hostess," she remarked. "Tony told me you'd
shaved your cunt. Makes you look even more of a slut."
"Get us some coffee, Cunt," ordered Tony
Fighting down the urge to run and hide in the bedroom, Tricia reached
into the cupboard and pulled out two cups. She filled them from the coffee pot
and took them to Bella and Tony, who had seated themselves at the table. Bella
giggled at the sight of her naked schoolmate, nudging Tony and whispering to
him. As Tricia reached the table the dark-haired girl reached out and took her
nipple between finger and thumb, pinching it hard and bringing a cry of pain
from the youngster, to the obvious amusement of the two men.
"How many times did you get fucked last night, Cunt?" asked Bella.
"F-four," stammered the young beauty.
"And did you come?"
Tricia hung her head. "Yes," she whispered.
"Whore!"
Tricia was obliged to stand and watch, her hands at her side, her legs
spread whilst the three of them finished their coffee. She hated being there,
exposed to them all. Most of all, though, she hated Bella seeing her
humiliation, especially since the evidence of her fucking was visible as a shiny
streak down the pale, soft flesh of her thigh.
At last her nighttime companion rose to his feet.
"Gotta go and get some work done," he announced. He crooked his finger.
"Come here, slut."
Tricia approached him warily, aware of the grinning pair at the table
who were watching the tableau with interest. The man reached out and took hold
of Tricia's exquisite breasts, squeezing them gently and making the nipples
stiffen to solid buds.
"I gotta fuck you one more time, you dirty little whore," he said. "Go
lie on the coffee table and spread your legs."
Tricia stared at him in dismay. Hadn't he used her enough? Then she
looked across at the brother and sister, and her dismay turned to alarm. She
couldn't let Bella watch her being violated, could she? It was bad enough that
Tony had seen her surrender herself to this man, but somehow the thought of
Bella watching seemed much worse.
"I... Couldn't we go into the bedroom," she pleaded.
"Just get your pretty ass on that table before I ask Tony to plant some
fresh stripes across it."
Tricia looked at Bella, who smiled evilly.
"Go on, Cunt," she said. "You know you want to."
Tricia opened her mouth to reply, then her shoulders slumped in a
gesture of surrender. Her cheeks scarlet, she walked across to the low table in
front of the sofa. She sat down on it, then leaned back, the wood feeling cool
and hard against her naked flesh. Only too aware of the three pairs of eyes upon
her, she moved her body forward until her backside hung over the end of the
table, then spread her legs wide.
"Christ, she wants it bad," giggled Bella.
Tricia watched anxiously as the man moved across to where she had
prostrated herself. He knelt between her spread thighs, his eyes fixed on her
cunt. He reached down and pulled his fly open. His cock was already hard and, as
he freed it from his pants, it stood stiffly to attention, the tip bobbing up
and down. Tricia could see that Bella was fascinated by the sight of an erect
cock. She wondered if the girl had ever seen one before. For herself, she had
already seen too many. Still it was with a shiver of anticipation that she
reached out and grasped his thick shaft, feeling it throb with arousal as she
guided it between her spread thighs.
The fuck was short, almost as if the man were relieving himself of an
itch rather than making love to a beautiful teenager. Still Tricia achieved
orgasm, her butt rising up from the table as she groaned with passion, her
lovely breasts shaking deliciously.
The man pulled his cock from her and tucked it into his pants. He pulled
on his coat. Then, reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a ten-dollar bill.
He tossed the note down onto Tricia's bare pussy mound.
"There you are, ten dollars, as promised. Your first earnings as a
whore."
With that he turned and went out of the door, leaving it wide open so
that anyone passing could have seen Tricia, her legs still spread as she lay on
the low table.
Grabbing hold of the bill, Tricia jumped to her feet and slammed the
door. Then she turned shamefaced to the brother and sister.
"I'll take the ten bucks," said Tony. "It'll pay me back for the coffees
last night."
"Ten dollars, eh?" said Bella. "Not just a whore, a cheap whore."
"M-may I put some clothes on please?" Tricia asked Tony. "I'm going to
be late for school."
"As long as you obey my rule. Get a move on and I'll give you both a
ride."
Tricia rushed into her bedroom. She knew she was allowed only one item
of clothing, and she searched in her closet for a dress that was at least
reasonably modest. She chose one that buttoned down the front and was not too
tight, so that her lack of a bra was not immediately obvious. She was still
fastening the buttons as she rushed out after Tony and Bella, who were already
on the way to the car.
During the short journey to school, the brother and sister discussed
what they had just witnessed as if Tricia wasn't even there. They talked about
her bare pussy and how her tits had jiggled as she was being fucked, laughing
and waving the ten-dollar bill in her face. Tricia sat silent throughout the
journey, her face scarlet with shame.
As they climbed from Tony's car, Bella took Tricia by the arm.
"Don't forget, be at my place at ten tomorrow morning. And don't bring
any clothes with you. You won't be needing them."
Tricia watched the girl walk away with a sinking heart. Whatever Bella
had planned for the youngster, she knew she would be further humiliated.
"Hey, Tricia."
"Oh, Steve. Listen, about last night..."
"Forget it. I just wish I didn't have to get home so early. I didn't
know you were friendly with Bella."
"I'm not particularly."
"Wasn't that her you were talking to just now?"
"Yes, well, she was just asking me something."
Tricia was pleased that Steve was not too upset about the night before.
She liked him and wished they could have a proper relationship. The trouble was
that the other, darker side of her life seemed to overshadow everything at the
moment.
"So what do you want to do next week?" asked Steve."
"I don't know. I..."
Suddenly Tricia stopped short. She could feel a gob of spunk seeping
from her vagina onto her inner thigh. It was trickling down her leg. Any moment
now Steve would see it. Then what would he think of her?
"Excuse me, Steve, I have to go," she said, feeling the heat rising in
her cheeks.
"But you haven't answered my question. Is something wrong, Tricia?"
"No. I-I just have to go."
The hapless teenager could feel more of her overnight guest's sperm
seeping from her. If Steve saw it she knew she would die of shame. She backed
away, then turned and headed for the girls' washroom. She daren't walk too fast
for fear of dislodging more of the cold slimy fluid that ran down her leg.
As she hurried into the bathroom she came face to face with two other
girls. She hurried past them.
"What's that on your leg, Tricia?" one of them called, but she had
already slammed the door of the cubicle. She lifted her skirt. Her cunt was
dripping with the creamy fluid. With no panties on, there was nothing to stop it
oozing out of her. With a cry of shame she began to wipe herself. Then she sat
down and wept for her lost innocence.
"Who the fuck's she?"
"What did you invite that little bitch for?"
The remarks that greeted Tricia when she arrived at Bella's house on
Saturday morning did little to encourage her. There were five other girls with
Bella. Tricia did not know any of them, but all were dressed in designer clothes
and the cars parked in Bella's extensive driveway were all expensive models.
Tricia had never been to Bella's house before, and she was astounded at
its size and opulence. It was in a very exclusive area, with a long, sweeping
driveway and impressive gates. The youngster felt very out of place among these
obviously well-off people.
In one way, Tricia was glad she didn't know Bella's friends. She dreaded
anyone she knew finding out about her alter ego. All her schoolmates thought of
her as a quiet, studious girl. Certainly none would ever suspect that she was no
longer a virgin, nor the shameless way in which she shaved her sex. Still, she
felt very intimidated by these rich, haughty girls as they eyed her with
scarcely hidden disdain
"She's not coming with us, is she?" asked one of the girls.
"Sure she is," said Bella. "Little bitch should give us some fun. Tell
them your nickname."
Tricia immediately felt her cheeks glow.
"They call me Cunt," she said quietly.
There was a ripple of laughter from the girls. "What?" said one of them.
"It's true," said Bella. That's the name she answers to. Don't you
Cunt?"
Tricia nodded.
"Well I think it's a dirty name," said another of the girls, wrinkling
her nose in disgust.
"That's why it suits her. Come on, let's go to my bedroom whilst I pack.
Tony's upstairs Cunt. He wants to see you."
A cold feeling gripped Tricia's stomach. She had hoped against hope to
avoid Tony, but clearly in vain.
"Come on, I'll show you where his room is," said Bella.
The girls all trooped upstairs, with Tricia at the back. She followed
them down a corridor. Bella opened a door.
"This is my room," she announced. "Tony's is down there." She pointed to
a door further down the passage. "Make sure you're dressed right for him."
These words brought a new knot to Tricia's stomach she moved on down the
corridor and paused outside the door. The other girls were lingering outside
Bella's room watching her. She was at a loss what to do. She was wearing jeans
and a white shirt, with bra and pants underneath. She knew she would incur
Tony's wrath if she went in like that.
"Come on. I'll show you my new scent," said Bella.
To Tricia's relief, the other girls followed her into the room. The
lovely teenager glanced about herself, then began to undress.
She slipped off her shirt, then undid her jeans and pulled them off.
Standing there in her underwear she was very nervous indeed, especially as she
could clearly hear the voices coming from Bella's room. If one of the girls so
much as glanced outside they would see her.
Tricia gritted her teeth, then reached behind her and undid her bra,
uncovering her beautiful, soft breasts, her pert nipples hardening as the
exposure sent an unexpected thrill through her. Quickly she slipped off her
panties and dropped them on top of her discarded clothes. Then, taking a deep
breath, she knocked on Tony's door.
For what seemed a lifetime there was silence. Tricia stood, almost
shaking with fear, afraid that at any moment one of the girls would come out and
see her standing naked in the passageway. Then, at last, she heard Tony's voice.
"Come."
Feeling very foolish and vulnerable, she pushed open Tony's door. He was
slumped in a chair in front of a TV, a beer in his hand. He looked up and
grinned.
"So, Cunt. I see you're learning the rules."
Tricia hung her head in shame. "Bella said you wanted to see me," she
said.
"Sure And I'm certainly seeing a lot of you," he laughed. I've almost
forgotten what you look like without your tits and cunt bare. Open your legs and
let me see your slit properly.
Her face scarlet, Tricia obeyed, letting her hands hang at her side. She
could feel the wetness beginning to seep into her vagina as she felt Tony's eyes
on her naked body. Tony seemed to sense her perverse excitement.
"Finger yourself," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me. Finger that pretty little cunt of yours. Hurry up, or
I'll have to punish you."
Tricia groaned inwardly. Would there never be an end to this
degradation? Slowly, reluctantly, she moved her hand down over her pubic mound.
She froze for a second, then allowed the tip of her forefinger to rub against
her clitoris. At once she felt it swell, and shiver ran through her. She rubbed
it for a second more, then moved her hand lower and let a finger slip into her
vagina. It felt warm inside, and already she could feel her cunt juices
beginning to flow in response to her touch.
"C'mon. Frig yourself."
Dropping her eyes from his, the beautiful girl began to masturbate,
aware of the delicious way in which her breasts bounced as she worked her finger
in and out.
"Play with your tits as well. Make those pretty nipples stand out."
Tricia reached up and cupped the softness of her breast. She allowed her
fingers to travel higher, taking the nipple between finger and thumb and
caressing it gently, feeling it pucker to hardness as she tried to fight down
the lustful sensation it was bringing to her.
All at once there was a knock at the door. Immediately Tricia snatched
her hands away, covering her nudity with her hands as best she could.
"Tony?"
It was Bella's voice.
"Don't stop, Cunt," he said.
"But I..."
"You deaf or something? I said don't stop."
Tricia looked pleadingly at him, but he just glared. Slowly she slipped
the finger back inside her and began to play with herself again.
"And your tits."
Tricia felt the tears welling up behind her eyes as she reached for her
breast and began to caress it.
"Come in, Sis!"
The door opened and Bella walked in. Tricia was facing the door, her
knees slightly bent, her finger pumping back and forth inside her whilst her
other hand continued to toy with her breast.
Bella took one look and let out a laugh. "Fuck me, she doesn't take long
to get started, does she?"
Tricia said nothing, her eyes cast down as she continued to masturbate.
"I brought this," said Bella, dropping something onto a chair. She
stood, hands on hips, watching Tricia for a short time.
"Maybe I should bring in the other girls to watch," she remarked.
Tricia wanted to shout "No". but dare not.
"No time though," she said. "We're leaving in five minutes. Leave your
pussy alone, Cunt and get a move on."
With that she went out, leaving Tricia alone with Tony once more.
"You heard her, bitch," said Tony. You don't want to be late, do you?"
Tricia withdrew her finger. It was very wet.
"Lick it clean," ordered Tony.
Once again Tricia was forced to taste her own juices, as she sucked them
from her fingers, astounded at how moist the short period of masturbation had
made her.
"Better get dressed," he said.
"I'll get my clothes," said Tricia, making for the door.
"No need," said Tony. "Bella's brought your outfit." He pointed to the
chair.
Tricia moved across to the chair. There, lying on it, was something
small. She picked it up.
It looked to her like a nightdress. It was extremely small and short,
made of shiny purple satin.
"Put it on. Hurry up."
"But my clothes..."
"Are probably locked in Bella's closet by now. So it's this or nothing."
Tricia looked at the insubstantial garment.
"Get a fucking move on!"
She pulled the dress over her head and yanked it down. It was indeed
very small, and it clung to her like a second skin. She managed to pull the hem
down below her crotch, but she knew she would have to be careful to prevent the
dress riding up. There was a mirror on the wall, and she paused in front of it,
giving a soft moan of dismay as she eyed her reflection.
The straps of the dress were very thin. It clung tightly to her breasts,
the nipples clearly outlined, making it obvious to anyone that she wore no bra.
It was molded to her hips, accentuating the shape of her pert bottom. Once again
she noted the lack of any panty line showing through it. It was almost as if she
were naked. Even her navel was obvious where the thin material covered it.
"Very nice," said Tony. "It was one of Bella's old nighties. Of course
she used to wear pants with it, but then, she's not a slut, is she?
Tricia just stared at herself. She had never looked so slutty, the
material clinging tight to her naked flesh, her crotch barely covered by the
skirt.
A horn sounded outside.
"Better hurry up, Cunt. You don't want Bella to be mad at you, do you?"
Tricia wanted to protest, but when she saw the look in his eyes she knew
she dare not. Her cheeks burning, she made her way downstairs, pulling the hem
of the dress down as best she could as she made her way out into the driveway.
Bella was standing beside a brand new minivan parked outside the front
door. The other girls were all sitting inside. When they saw her they burst out
laughing.
"What the fuck's she wearing?"
"Christ what a slut!"
"Where the hell did you find her, Bella?"
"Get in the damned car, Cunt," ordered Bella.
"I've just got to get my stuff. I've got a rucksack."
"I know. It's upstairs in my closet. Get in."
"But..."
Get in for Christ's sake."
Trying desperately to keep her bottom covered by the tiny dress, Tricia
climbed in the side door of the van. Avoiding the mocking glances of the other
girls, she made her way to the back of the van and sat down on her own. So Bella
had taken her stuff. All she had now was this awful dress!
Bella slammed the door and climbed in the passenger seat at the front.
Then Tony emerged and climbed in the driving seat.
"Tony's gonna give us a lift out there," said Bella. "Then he'll pick us
up tomorrow. Take us straight to the cabin to drop our stuff, then leave us at
the swimming hole, Tony."
"Sure."
Moments later the minivan was pulling out of the driveway and speeding
off down the road, it's unhappy occupant watching as her clothes and her dignity
were left far behind.
During the ride out into the country Tricia was virtually ignored by the
other girls. This suited her fine, as she was content to sit silent and
unnoticed at the back of the van. Soon the urban sprawl gave way to greenery as
the van wound its way up into the hills.
The cabin was almost as big as Tricia's parents' house, set on its own
amongst the trees. Tony pulled up outside and the girls scrambled out, laughing
and chatting. Having nothing to unload, Tricia remained where she was.
Tony banged on the door and a man appeared. He was black, about
forty-five, wearing a white shirt and beige pants. He had a sullen look about
him, and his demeanor toward Tony told her that he was a servant, probably some
kind of housekeeper.
"C'mon, bitch," said Bella. You gotta take our stuff inside."
"But I..."
"Get a fucking move on. You don't expect us to carry it in ourselves, do
you? And Ambrose there has enough work to be getting on with."
Reluctantly, Tricia climbed from the van. Tony had opened the rear hatch
and stood beside it, an expression of amusement on his face as he watched the
pretty youngster struggle to put the rucksack straps over her shoulder whilst
still keeping her dress covering her crotch and backside.
It took her three journeys to get the bags into the house. The rest of
the girls had retired into the kitchen, where they were drinking coffee,
giggling and chatting. The black retainer watched Tricia, all the time, his
intense eyes traveling up and down her young body as she struggled with the
loaded bags.
At last everything was in its place. The girls all had large rooms
upstairs, but Ambrose showed Tricia to a small servants' room off the kitchen.
In contrast to the lavish furnishings and king size beds upstairs, her room had
a small twin bed with an upright chair beside it and nothing else.
"C'mon, girls," said Tony. "I got things to do. Get in the van and I'll
take you down to the swimming hole."
Still chatting, Bella and her friends emerged from the kitchen. Seeing
Tricia standing by the door, they stopped.
"We taking this bitch?" asked one of the girls. She was a tall redhead
with striking good looks and large, shapely breasts. Tricia had heard the other
girls call her Jenny.
"Sure we are," replied Bella. "Can't leave her here with Ambrose, can
we? Who knows what the slut will get up to."
Another of the girls, a slim blonde called Lara eyed Tricia with
disdain. "I reckon Ambrose is as good as she could hope to get," she replied,
and the other girls laughed aloud.
It was about a mile to the swimming hole down a wooded track which
occasionally gave way to open land. Now and then they would pass a hiker, or
someone walking a dog but, for the most part, it was deserted.
The swimming hole turned out to be a stretch of wide, slow moving river,
with a natural beach running down to its edge. All around was soft grass. In any
other circumstances Tricia would have been enchanted by the place, but in her
present company it held few delights for her.
The girls tumbled out of the van, with Tricia behind them. She was sent
round the back to retrieve a rucksack containing towels and other beach needs.
Then Tony gave them a wave and drove off.
Tricia placed the bag down near the water's edge and stood, watching as
the girls pulled off their dresses. Underneath they wore stylish swimming
costumes, all of very high quality. Tricia almost felt as if she was in the
center of a beauty pageant as she looked round at the lovely girls about her.
She felt envious of them. The water looked very inviting, if only she had been
allowed to bring her own suit.
`"What's the matter, Cunt? Not swimming with us?"
"I can't," she replied. "I don't have a costume."
"What the fuck does that matter? Come on, get your fucking dress off."
"What? But I..."
"Do as you're fucking told." This time it was Jenny speaking.
"Someone might see."
"Who gives a shit? C'mon Cunt, you've got thirty seconds. Otherwise I'll
tell Tony."
Tricia looked at Bella in alarm, then round at the others. There was no
doubt about it, they were serious. She glanced nervously about her. There was
nobody around. Slowly she reached for the hem of her dress.
"My God."
"The slut's shaved."
"No wonder they call her Cunt."
Tricia stood shamefaced, her legs parted, the dress hanging at her side,
her naked body on view to her companions. The girls were cruel, pointing and
laughing at her shaved crotch, remarking on how small her breasts were, though,
in reality, they were in perfect proportion to her petite figure.
"Show them your ass," said Bella.
Slowly the beautiful young teenager turned around. A peal of laughter
went up as the girls eyed her punished behind.
"Looks like she's been getting what she deserves," remarked Lara.
"Let's get the bitch in the water," said Bella.
The girls advanced on the shamefaced youngster. Before she knew what was
happening they were upon her, grabbing her arms and legs and lifting her off her
feet. They took the naked, struggling teenager down to the water's edge and,
after swinging her back and forth, hurled her into the river.
The water closed about Tricia's head as she struggled to find her
balance. Then she kicked a leg and surfaced, spluttering, her hair plastered to
her head, to see the other girls laughing at her.
For Tricia, though, the water was almost a blessing. At least she didn't
need to cover herself when her nude body was submerged. She swam out to the
center of the river, glad to be briefly away from the spiteful remarks and
mocking glances of Bella's friends.
The other girls paddled at the water's edge, leaving Tricia to herself
for a while. Then they climbed out and lay on the grass in the sun. Tricia
stayed where she was, unwilling to expose herself to their disdainful glances.
All at once she heard her nickname being shouted. She looked across to
see Bella standing at the water's edge, beckoning to her. With sinking heart,
the young beauty swam back toward the shore.
Tricia was acutely aware of the girls' eyes on her naked body as she
stepped from the water. Her cheeks burned as she walked across to where Bella
was standing.
"We forgot to bring our smokes," said Bella. "You'll have to go back and
get them."
Tricia was about to point out that she didn't smoke, but thought better
of it. Besides, it gave her an opportunity to get away from the girls. She
looked about her for her dress.
"Wh-where's my dress?" she asked nervously.
"We've got it. Now get a move on."
"But I've got nothing on."
Bella moved close to her, grabbing hold of her hair.
"Do you think we give a shit about that? We all know you're a slut. Now
fuck off and make it snappy. We're dying for a cigarette."
Tricia could hardly believe what they were asking. It was at least a
mile back to the cabin, and she knew there were people about. She looked
despairingly at Bella, but the girl had already turned away. Amid the whistles
and catcalls of the girls, the naked girl set off up the track.
As she walked, Tricia glanced about herself, constantly afraid she would
be seen. She was acutely aware of how vulnerable she was, her bare breasts
bouncing with every step she took. This was even worse than her bottomless walk
in the city. At least there she had had the cover of darkness, as well as
something to cover her breasts. Here she was totally nude in broad daylight,
with no hope of cover.
She walked for a full five minutes without mishap. Her bare skin had
dried in the sunshine now, and her hair too was almost dry. She was making good
time, and was beginning to feel more optimistic.
She encountered the boysat the worst possible moment. She had just
rounded a bend in the track and there they were, right in front of her, blocking
her way. There were about a dozen of them, boys of about fifteen years of age,
all wearing some kind of uniform. They were gathered round a map, but when they
saw the naked girl their interest soon switched to taking in her considerable
charms.
Tricia came to a halt for a second, her anxious eyes scanning the troop.
The boys stared back, nudging one another and pointing at her crotch. Trying to
hide the panic that was rising inside her she moved forward again. As she did
so, they spread out across the track.
As she came closer to them, Tricia felt herself blushing. She glanced
down at herself. She wished her sex wasn't so prominent, the thick lips of her
shaved vagina drawing the boys' eyes down as she came closer. She was aware of
the way her pretty bare breasts jiggled as she walked, and she tried not to
catch the eyes of the boys.
She came to a halt about five feet from them.
"Excuse me please," she said.
"Hey lady, you got the time?" asked one of the boys. He was a
brash-looking kid and he eyed her frankly, his gaze traveling up and down her
naked form
"I-I'm not wearing a watch," she stammered, then instantly regretted her
choice of words.
"You're not wearing anything else," piped up another voice.
"Hey lady, where's your pants?"
"Hey Miss, nice tits."
"Fancy a fuck, baby?"
They were laughing now, jostling about her, clearly sensing her
discomfort at her predicament. The one who had spoken first confronted her.
"Where's your clothes, Lady?"
"I... I took them off. It's a kind of forfeit. The other girls made me
take them off. Please let me pass."
A hand stroked her backside. "Your friends thrash your ass as well?"
asked one of the boys.
At this, the others moved in closer for a better look. Someone reached
out and pinched her nipple, making her cry out with pain.
"Don't touch me," she pleaded.
`"Aw c'mon. You like it really. Else you wouldn't walk about like that."
The first boy placed his hand flat across her crotch, his fingers
tracing her slit. She jumped back and another hand slipped between her legs from
behind, probing at her vagina.
"Stop it!" she shouted as more hands reached for her luscious young
body, poking probing and pinching.
Realizing things were getting out of hand, the teenager lunged forward,
pushing the boys aside, and sprinting off down the track. To her enormous relief
they didn't try to follow her, watching her pretty backside as she ran off,
jeering and whistling until she was out of sight.
Tricia was considerably shaken by the encounter, hurrying on, desperate
to reach the relative haven of the cabin.
She spotted a couple approaching. They were about a hundred yards off,
and she took the opportunity to dodge into the trees, crouching behind a bush,
her heart pounding as she waited for them to pass. Then she was moving again,
constantly glancing about herself.
She came to an open area. It was about two hundred yards across, with no
cover at all. For a while she hung back, reluctant to leave the relative safety
of the trees. Then she thought of Bella, waiting for her cigarettes, and she
knew she must move on.
She was halfway across when the middle-aged couple came into view. They
were walking a dog, and they didn't notice her at first. The dog did, though,
bounding forward toward her as soon as it saw her.
She saw the look of surprise on the woman's face, rapidly replaced by
one of disgust as she realized that Tricia had no clothes on. The man saw her
too, and Tricia cringed as he eyed her bare body.
Then the dog reached her and, to her horror, began to sniff at her
crotch. She tried to push it away, but it was a big dog, and persistent. The
woman was nearly up to her now, and Tricia gave a gasp of horror as the dog
began to lick her cunt, its tongue lapping at her slit vigorously, leaving a
sheen of saliva on her pubis and sex lips.
"Prince! Come here!" ordered the woman, but the dog buried itself
between Tricia's naked thighs, intent on tasting her sex, oblivious of the way
she tried to push it away.
The woman grabbed its collar, yanking it back and snapping a chain onto
it. Still the dog strained at the leash, its attention fixed on Tricia's
honeypot.
"You should be ashamed, going about like that," snapped the woman. "Have
you no shame?"
Tricia said nothing, acutely aware of the shiny wetness about her cunt,
and the way the man was eyeing her.
"It's a disgrace," the woman went on. "Go and get some clothes on."
Tricia backed away, then turned and walked off as quickly as she was
able. Would this nightmare never end? She asked herself.
At last the cabin came into view. But not before half a dozen other
walkers had feasted their eyes on the naked teenager as she walked red-faced
along the track. To her relief, they didn't approach her, but she knew from the
shocked and amused looks on their faces that she made quite a sight.
Tricia almost ran up to the door and tried the handle. To her relief it
turned and the door opened. She stepped inside and closed it behind her,
thankful to be away from the public gaze. For a while she just stood there,
regaining her composure, her pretty breasts rising and falling as she tried to
calm herself.
When, at last, her nerves had steadied, the pretty youngster set off in
search of Bella's cigarettes. She remembered that the girls had been in the
kitchen before they had left, so she made her way through to the back of the
house. There, on the breakfast bar, lay a full pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
She snatched them up. Then she began to consider her journey back.
Tricia just couldn't bring herself to leave the house naked again. The
thought of exposing herself to those mocking stares again was too much for her.
She resolved to find an olds sheet or towel that she could cover herself with on
the way back. She could always discard it before she got to the swimming hole
and nobody would be the wiser. She decided to check upstairs.
She made her way back to the front of the house, through the living room
and pushed open the door that led into the entrance lobby. Then she froze.
Standing by the front door, his arms folded, was Ambrose.
"Oh!" She let out a startled cry as she caught sight of the black man.
He was staring at her, his eyes roving up and down her naked form, taking in
every inch of her.
"Mister Tony, he tell me you were bad girl," he said. He spoke broken
English with an accent that Tricia took to be African.
"I... I just came back for these," she said lamely, showing him the
cigarettes.
"Very bad girl," he said. "Shameless girl."
"I'm just going upstairs to get something to wear," she said. "I'm not
really bad."
She turned and made for the foot of the stairs. Then she felt her arm
grabbed from behind.
"Please! Leave me!" she pleaded, but he pulled her round to face him,
making her drop the cigarettes.
"Bad girl," he said again. "Miss Bella don't walk around like that. Miss
Bella good girl."
"I told you. I'm going to get something to put on."
He dragged her roughly across the room and pinned her naked body against
the wall.
"Mister Tony tell me you easy fuck," he said.
Tricia stared at him in alarm. "No," she said.
"Then why you naked?" He brought his big, rough hand up and closed it
over the soft swell of her breast. Tricia tried to pull away from him, but he
was too strong for her, holding her still whilst he groped her orbs, making the
nipples harden under his rough touch.
"Why you shaved down here?" He let his hand drop to her crotch.
Instinctively Tricia pressed her legs together.
Smack! He brought a heavy hand down on her thigh, making her cry out in
pain as the white imprint of his hand began to darken to red.
"You let me feel."
"No! I..."
Smack! This time the blow was even harder.
"Open!"
Tears welling in her eyes, Tricia moved her legs apart, biting her lip
as she felt his thick fingers penetrate her.
"You like to be touched there, I think," he said. "That is why you
shaved."
He began to press his body against hers, pinning her to the wall, one
hand fingering her vagina whilst the other continued to crush her firm young
breasts. He placed his lips over hers and began kissing her face, Tricia made a
mighty effort, pushing him away.
"No!" she cried.
Slap!
This tine he hit her across the face, sending her staggering back. Then
he was on her again, his rough ands all over her soft, naked body.
"You fuck with many men I think," he breathed. "Mister Tony say I can
fuck you. He tell me to say to you that you know you want to.
The words sent a cold feeling through the teenager. Tony was ordering
her to give herself to this man, and she dare not refuse. Suddenly she stopped
struggling. He seemed to sense her surrender, looking into her eyes.
"Yes," she said. "I do want to."
He smiled a grim smile. "You real bad girl."
"I know."
"You come here."
He took hold of her shoulders and dragged her across to where an
occasional table stood in he middle of the entrance hall. He pushed her back, so
that she sprawled across it on her back, then yanked her legs apart. Tricia was
shocked. She had at least expected him to give her the comfort of a bed. But
there was an urgency about him now, and she could see the bulge in his pants as
he eyed her open crotch.
"You like black cock in you? I give it to you."
Tricia watched him through the valley between her bare breasts as he
pulled his stiff erection from his pants. She had never seen a black cock
before, and she watched fascinated as he ran his fingers up and down his long,
thick shaft. It was without doubt the biggest one she had ever seen, and she
wondered if her tight young pussy would be able to contain it.
He moved between Tricia's spread thighs, maneuvering his stiff erection
so that the bulbous tip was aimed at her gaping cunt. As it touched her clitoris
she gave a gasp, a shiver of arousal running through her naked body. He began to
rub his glans up and down her slit, grinning as he saw her excitement increase,
her hips pressing forward as if inviting him to penetrate her.
"You dirty girl," he said.
Tricia cursed the recalcitrance of her body. Her mind was shrieking with
revulsion at the thought of this older man violating her teenage body with his
cock, yet outwardly she was gasping with arousal, her sex weeping lubrication as
it anticipated his penetration.
He began to press against her, his thick penis nuzzling against the
twitching lips of her vagina. Despite her revulsion, the youngster found herself
spreading her legs still wider, raising her bottom from the table as she met his
insistent intrusion. Then he was inside her, bringing a cry, part pain, part
lust from her as she felt his great organ drive into her.
He filled her until she felt she could take no more, the blackness of
his cock in stark contrast to her pale belly and bare pubis. Still he drove his
weapon home, bringing fresh gasps from her as the walls of her cunt were
stretched by his shaft.
At last he was in, his mighty weapon buried to the hilt, the moaning
girl writhing on the table, her legs wide apart, her hips thrusting up at him as
the animal inside Tricia came to the fore and she moaned with lustful pleasure.
He started to fuck her. Gently at first, his strong hips moving back and
forth, bringing grunts of pleasure from the young beauty as he violated her in
the most intimate way possible. Tricia tried to blot from her mind what was
happening to her, her naked body totally surrendered to this rough servant who
was taking her without a thought of her own consent. Once again, she was simply
a cock satisfier, a beautiful, soft body that was there for the use of whoever
wanted it. She no longer had control over who saw her naked, or who used her.
What, a week ago, had been an innocent and unsullied young teenager was now
little more than fuck meat.
So how was it that her body responded as it did? Why was she writhing
and moaning with arousal as he thrust into her. Why did she cry aloud when he
took her bare breasts in his big hands and crushed them against her chest,
kneading the soft pliant flesh as he took her?
Tricia was out of control now, her bottom slapping down against the hard
surface of the table, her cries of pleasure ringing about the room as the man
fucked her harder. She arched her back, her stiff nipples pressed up at him, her
legs flailing as he drove his cock into her bald pussy.
She could feel the proximity of his orgasm, and she surrendered herself
to it. There was no turning back now. Her arousal was total.
Just at that moment the front door opened, and Tricia gasped with
surprise and shock. There, standing in the doorway, staring at her, was Jenny,
the redhead who had been so scathing earlier. The girl stopped short, an
expression of astonishment on her face as she saw the young teenager being
fucked by the servant.
At that moment, Ambrose shot his load deep into her throbbing pussy.
Unable to check herself, Tricia came too, screaming aloud as her hips thrust up
against his, her lovely, naked body twisting and turning as spasms of lust shook
her frame. She could see Jenny watching her, and she knew her lewd behavior was
blatant, but she simply couldn't stop her body from responding to him.
Ambrose withdrew suddenly, leaving the youngster still writhing, his
spunk leaking from her open crotch, the lips of her sex convulsing as her orgasm
subsided. The black man glanced briefly at Jenny, then tucked his cock back into
his pants and walked out of the room. Jenny moved forward, gazing down at
Tricia, who was now totally overcome by shame.
"Christ. Even fucking with the servants now are you, slut?"
She spat in Tricia's face, the saliva running down the youngster's
burning cheeks. Then she yanked the naked girl to her feet.
"Well the whole world's gonna see you've been fucking," she said,
pointing to the trail of semen that was beginning to run down Tricia's inner
thigh. "Now grab those smokes and get your ass back to the swimming hole, Cunt"
Then she grabbed Tricia and shoved her out the door.
Now Tricia's shame was complete, yet still the ordeal continued. Her head
hanging, her cunt oozing spunk, the red-faced youngster began her naked trek
along the long road back to the river.
Please e-mail me if you want to hear more of Tricia's adventures.
