The Degradation of Tricia Part 4
By Lia Anderssen
The walk back to the swimming hole was every bit as bad as the walk to
the cabin for the unfortunate teenager. Not only was she totally nude now, but
the evidence of the fucking she had received from Ambrose was plain for all to
see, the shiny streaks of semen glistening on her naked flesh. Every now and
then, a fresh trickle of spunk would leak from her shaved slit, making a new
trail down toward her ankles.
Jenny walked behind her, far enough back so that nobody would suspect
they were together, watching and occasionally laughing at the discomfort of
Tricia.
The reactions of the people she encountered were different each time.
Some simply laughed, others shouted obscene suggestions. Some of the older women
hurled abuse, and one even threw a stone, striking Tricia on the breast and
grazing the soft, vulnerable flesh. Throughout, the humiliated girl said
nothing, staring straight in front of her, just wishing the ordeal would end.
Tricia had always been a modest girl by nature. Even the mild glamour shots of
topless girls in magazines had always rather shocked her. To be forced to
display herself naked like this was unthinkable. Yet here she was, as in her
worst nightmares, walking nude through a world of normally dressed people, a
figure of fun and derision to all.
She had been walking as quickly as she was able back to the swimming
hole but, as she came closer, she remembered who she would meet there, and she
began to slow. She dreaded encountering Bella again, and she felt sure there
would be no respite for her, especially with Ambrose's spunk seeping from her
cunt.
As she rounded the final bend, she spotted the girls. They had arranged
their towels in a circle, like the spokes of a wheel, and were chatting
together, a couple of open wine bottles in the grass beside them. She gazed at
them, envious of their pretty swimsuits and their relaxed demeanor.
Lara was the first to spot Tricia, and she nudged Bella, pointing in her
direction. At once all eyes were upon the anxious youngster, and Tricia's
footsteps faltered.
Whack!
She hadn't seen Jenny coming up behind her, but she felt the hard slap
as the girl brought the flat of her hand down hard on Tricia's bare backside.
"Get a move on, Cunt. They're waiting for you."
The girls were all propped up on their elbows now, and Tricia noticed
Bella making a remark and pointing at her crotch. She came to a halt in front of
them, her legs dutifully parted, her face scarlet with shame.
"What's that on your legs, Cunt?" asked Bella.
"Tell them," ordered Jenny.
"It...It's sperm," stammered Tricia.
"What? You've been fucking? I don't remember giving you permission to
fuck."
"Tell them who it was, Cunt." Said Jenny.
Tricia glanced at her in despair, searching for a small sign of mercy,
but there was none. She hung her head.
"It was Ambrose," she said.
She could sense the shock that ran about the party. After all, Ambrose
was a servant. Worse, in the sight of these middle-class white girls, he was
black.
"You let Ambrose fuck you?" said Bella.
"I... I didn't want him to."
"So he raped you?"
Tricia shook her head.
"You let him fuck you, even though you didn't want him to?"
"I... Tony..." Tricia's voice trailed off. She couldn't let the girls
know she was being blackmailed by Bella's brother.
"So you didn't put up a fight? You let him do it?"
"He was very insistent."
"So tell me, Cunt. Did you come?"
Tricia hung her head. "Yes," she said quietly.
"You were fucked against your will and you came?"
"You should have seen her come," put in Jenny. "She was thrashing about
like a bitch in heat. And the noise! She was shrieking like a banshee."
"C'mon Cunt," said Bella. "We wanna hear all the details."
So Tricia was obliged to give a full account of her ravishment. The
girls didn't allow her to omit a single detail, making her describe Ambrose's
cock, how deep it had penetrated, how he had fondled her breasts and how it had
felt to have his spunk pumped into her. Tricia answered every question, being
made to speak out clearly, enduring smart slaps across her bare buttocks if she
mumbled or hesitated with an answer. And all the time she was standing naked
amongst the ring of prone girls, on clear view to passers-by of whom there were
quite a number.
At last the girls were satisfied that she had told then everything.
Bella turned to her friends.
"I reckon that kind of behavior deserves punishment," she said.
The others nodded enthusiastically.
"Tonight, after dinner, I reckon we should give her a thrashing."
"Her butt's already covered in stripes," piped up a girl called Lucy.
"What say we whip her tits?"
"Great idea, Lucy."
Tricia stared at the girl in alarm. She was tall, with short dark hair
and boyish looks. Her dark eyes held a hint of malice that scared the youngster.
"So who gets to whip her?"
"I know," said Bella, a wicked gleam in her eye. "We'll have a
towel-flicking contest."
A peal of laughter went around the group.
"Come on. Let's go wet our towels," said Jenny.
The six girls jumped to their feet and ran laughing to the water's edge.
Tricia stood watching them, her stomach churning as she wondered what new
indignity lay in store for her.
The girls returned. Each had wetted the end of her towel, and they were
taking practice shots as they returned, the towels making a cracking sound as
they flicked them in the air.
"How do we decide who's the winner?" asked Lucy.
"I'll show you," replied Bella. "Get down on your hands and knees,
Cunt."
Tricia slowly obeyed, going down on all fours so that her exquisite
breasts hung down in front of her.
"Spread your legs," ordered Bella.
Tricia moved her knees apart.
Smack!
"Wider than that," ordered Bella, bringing the flat of her hand down on
Tricia's backside.
Tricia moved her legs as wide apart as she was able, only too aware of
how exposed her sex and anus were.
"Press your tits down onto the grass," said Bella. "Make like Ambrose is
fucking you doggy-style."
Another ripple of laughter ran around the group at this remark.
"Now reach back and pull your pussy lips open."
"Wha..."
Smack!
"Don't fucking question my orders, bitch!"
Tricia could scarcely believe that she could be forced into a position
more humiliating than one she had already experienced, but this was devastating.
Slowly she reached down between her legs and pulled the lips of her sex apart,
exposing the pinkness of her cunt. As she did so, she felt more semen leak from
her and onto her fingers.
"So what's the game, Bella?" asked Jenny.
We flick the bitch with our towels. The first one to get three direct
hits on her pussy is the winner."
"Great! Let's get started!"
The girls gathered around Tricia, holding their towels. The young
beauty's heart was pounding as she braced herself.
Crack!
The first shot hit the naked flesh of her backside, the pain like a
sudden bee sting on her tender behind. She bit her lip to stop herself crying
out.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
All the girls were joining in now, laughing as they rained blows down on
the young beauty, who struggled to retain her posture, her backside raised, her
pussy pulled open.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Ah!"
Tricia let out a scream of pain as one of the whip-like towels snapped
down on the tender flesh of her open cunt, bringing her the most excruciating
pain imaginable and making her release her sex lips, her hand instinctively
covering her most private place
Smack!
Bella brought her hand down hard on Tricia's naked behind.
"Every time you let go, that's another stripe across your tits," she
said. "So far you get eleven. Now pull that pussy of yours open again."
Tears of pain and humiliation running down her cheeks, the beautiful
young teenager stretched her nether lips apart once more and braced herself for
the onslaught.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The blows fell thick and fast, leaving stinging spots on her legs,
thighs and backside. Tricia had never imagined such pain, but when the towels
found their true target it was ten times worse.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Ow!"
Each time the tip of one of the towels hit Tricia's pussy there was a
scream from the youngster and a cry of triumph from the perpetrator.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The blows seemed to merge into a single, excruciating pain for the young
beauty. Through her tears she could see that some people had stopped to watch,
laughing aloud as the girls flicked at their lovely target. Tricia knew that
they were staring at her open pussy and her spread buttocks, and the shame
deepened with every second that the game continued.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
"Ow!"
"That's three," someone shouted triumphantly.
Tricia scarcely noticed that the onslaught had ended. She had withdrawn
into a protective world of her own, blotting from her mind the lewd pose she had
been forced into, and the dreadful pain she was experiencing. Gradually, though,
her senses returned and she realized that the game was over. A foot was placed
on her buttocks, shoving her over and sending her sprawling in the grass.
"Stop displaying your cunt you dirty little bitch," said Bella. "Lucy
here gets to whip your tits this evening."
Tricia looked up at the boyish Lucy, who was staring down at her,
licking her lips. It Tricia hadn't known better, she'd have thought there was
lust in the young woman's eyes as he took in Tricia's naked delights.
"Why don't we just thrash her tits now?" asked Jenny.
Bella shook her head. "Let's let the slut live with the anticipation,"
she said. "She's got all day to contemplate what it'll be like to feel the cane
across those pretty tits. C'mon now ,we gotta get back for lunch."
They dragged Tricia to her feet and ordered her to pack up the stuff.
Her pussy was burning so much it made it difficult for her to walk, but she
received no sympathy from the others, who were intent on pulling on their
dresses and laughing at her misfortune.
Once the rucksack was packed, Tricia was made to strap it onto her back
and carry it. Though she pleaded with Bella, she was not allowed her dress back,
and was obliged to walk ahead of the girls naked. Her thighs and buttocks were
now peppered with red marks where the towels had struck her, making her feel
still more conspicuous as she walked up the track, her face scarlet. Every now
and then she would receive another crack on her bare behind from one of the
girls if she seemed to be lagging. She walked with her head down, trying not to
listen to the laughter and comments from the people she passed on the way.
At last they reached the cabin again. To Tricia's surprise, Bella handed
her the dress, then sent her into the servants' quarters to clean up. Never had
a shower felt so good, as the youngster washed the dirt and spunk from her pale
young flesh. And never had such a skimpy garment been so welcome, as she was at
last able to cover her nudity.
When she returned to the front room, she saw the reason she had been
allowed her dress back. Bella's nephew and a friend were spending the day at the
cabin. They were fourteen years old, smartass kids, and they sprawled in front
of the TV watching cartoons. As soon as Tricia entered the room, Bella called
her over.
"That's my nephew Carlo and his friend Louis. Go over and see if they
need anything. Hurry up!"
Tricia made her way over to where the boys were sitting.
"Can I get you a drink, or something to eat?" she asked.
"Get us two..." Carlo's voice trailed off as he saw how Tricia was
dressed. He nudged Louis. "Shit, looks like Bella's hired a slut for the new
maid," he said.
His friend laughed. "I guess good servants are hard to get."
"Go get us two cokes," said Carlo. "And make it snappy."
Tricia hurried out to the kitchen. She found some glasses and a bottle
of coke in the fridge and poured the boys a drink. She returned to the living
room, holding them out.
"Where's the ice?" demanded Carlo. "You don't expect us to drink it
without ice do you?"
"I'm sorry," said Tricia, slightly flustered.
She returned with ice, only to be sent back for straws, then potato
chips. The boys soon realized how compliant she was, and began giving her
pointless orders, making her change the channel on the TV, move furniture and
fetch things from all parts of the room. The other girls watched in obvious
amusement as the young beauty became more and more flustered in her attempts to
satisfy the two spoilt brats.
Lunch was announced. The girls and the two youngsters sat about the
dining table whilst Tricia was sent into the kitchen to help Ambrose. She felt
very shy in the company of the man who, just hours earlier, had fucked her, but
Ambrose was businesslike in the presence of Bella, ordering Tricia back and
forth with the dishes. Carlo was as recalcitrant as ever, sending Tricia back to
the kitchen no less than five times with dirty cutlery, then dropping his fork
on the floor so that she was obliged to bend down and pick it up whilst trying
desperately to retain her modesty.
When the meal ended, Tricia set about washing the dishes under the
critical eye of Ambrose. No sooner had she finished than Bella was calling her
back into the front room. When Tricia entered, the girls were lounging about
smoking, the two boys standing with expectant looks on their faces.
"Okay, Cunt," said Bella, "We're all going upstairs for a nap. You have
to keep the boys amused."
Tricia glanced anxiously across at the grinning boys. What on earth
could Bella mean? After all she was eighteen years old. What could she possibly
have in common with a pair of fourteen year olds?
Carlo strolled across to her and looked her up and down. "Bella says
that if you don't play the way we want you we're to tell Tony," he said.
"No. Please..."
The boy's eyes gleamed.
"So it's true. You'll do what we say ,just like Bella said."
Tricia cursed herself for letting the boys see how much she feared Tony.
There was an air of self-confidence about these two that sent shivers through
her. Now she had betrayed her dread of disobeying Tony, she knew they would
exploit it to the full.
"We're gonna play a real cool game," said Carlo. "We'll be prison
warders, and you're an escaped prisoner. We have to capture you. If we do then
we get to torture you, then take you back to jail. Get that?"
"I think so..."
Carlo produced a toy gun from his pocket. "You have to pretend these are
real," he said. "Got that?"
"Yes."
"Good. Louis, you got the stuff?"
Louis picked up a small rucksack, that rattled as he strapped it onto
his back.
"We'll give you two minutes start," said Carlo. If we catch you, you're
in trouble."
Tricia looked from one boy to the other. She had no idea what they were
planning for her, but the wicked grins on their faces told her she wouldn't like
it. This was all so unfair. After all a girl her age should be getting respect
from such youngsters. Instead she felt very insecure and vulnerable in their
presence.
"Better get going," said Carlos. "The two minutes have started."
Tricia cast a final despairing look at the other girls, but all she saw
was amusement in their eyes. To the sound of their laughter, she ran to the
front door.
Once outside, Tricia headed off in the opposite direction to the
swimming hole. The track led uphill, into more woods, and she hoped she could
elude the boys by finding some dense vegetation to hide in. As she crested a
hill she looked back. She could see the cabin, and the boys. They were on an
upstairs balcony, a pair of binoculars trained on her. She gave a small whimper
of despair. Any hope she had had of tricking them into going the wrong way was
dashed. They knew exactly what direction she was heading in. Then another thing
struck her. The road here was bordered on each side by wide, deep ditches. For
the time being there was no escape into the trees. And, by now, she knew they
must be on the road behind her.
She hurried on. It was almost impossible to run without letting her
skirt ride up and expose her crotch and backside, yet she needed to move as fast
as she could. She knew the boys would be running and that, at fourteen, they
would have lots of energy. It was only a matter of time before they caught up
with her.
She came to a fork in the road, and new hope kindled inside her. At
least this gave her a fifty-fifty chance of losing them. She veered off to the
right, trotting down the track, looking for a way into the woods.
She had covered about two hundred yards when she came to the fence. It
stretched across the track in front of her, completely cutting off any chance of
escape. She gave a cry of despair as she realized she would have to turn back,
losing yet more time to her pursuers.
She was running now, oblivious to the way her pussy and behind were
exposed by the tight dress riding up. When she came to the fork she paused
momentarily and listened. Were those young voices she could hear? She wasn't
sure. She turned and headed up the other path.
As she came round a bend in the road, her heart leapt. Someone had
bridged the ditch on her left with thick wooden planks. Here at last was a
chance to get among the trees.
She crossed the makeshift bridge. On the other side was a wide path and
she followed it. Her breath was getting short now, and she needed somewhere to
hide. Ahead the path widened, and the brightness told her she was reaching a
clearing. She ran faster, her breath rasping as fatigue began to overtake her.
She never saw the tree root. It must have been well hidden in the grass.
Her foot caught against it and suddenly she was falling, rolling over, her hands
instinctively dragging her dress down over her thighs as she did so.
"Well, well, well!"
She must have been momentarily stunned, since the voice seemed to come
from far away. She opened her eyes and blinked. There was something shiny right
in front of her face, something that gave a distorted reflection of herself. She
blinked and looked up. She had come to rest beside a large, gleaming motorcycle.
"You all right, baby?"
She rolled over. Behind her stood a man. He was about thirty years old,
dressed in grease-streaked denim jeans and jacket. He had a thick, black
moustache and his head was shaved. His arms were covered in tattoos.
Tricia sat up, then realized there were more of them, three in all. They
were bikers!
They were the roughest looking trio she had ever encountered. All were
dressed identically. One had a large paunch and a thick beard. The third, like
the first, had a shaved head. There was a spider's web tattooed onto his neck,
and he wore a gleaming ring in one ear. All were grinning down at the youngster.
She wondered if they had seen her pussy as she had tumbled. It must be clear to
them that she wore no underwear under the tight little dress. Slowly she pulled
herself to her feet, trying her best to retain her modesty as she did so.
"Who's after you then?" said the man with the spider's web tattoo. "You
looked like you were in quite a hurry."
"it... It was just a game," mumbled the girl.
"Who are you playing with?" he asked.
As if in answer to the question, Carlo and Lois rounded the bend and
stopped short. For a second Tricia saw that the boys were taken aback by the
sight of the three men with their gleaming machines. Then Their eyes fell on
Tricia.
"Don't let her get away!" shouted Carlo to the bikers. He pulled the
toy gun from his pocket. "Put your hands up!" he ordered.
Tricia hesitated, anxious not to look foolish in front of the men.
"If you don't I'll tell Tony."
As always, the name brought a chill to Tricia's stomach. With a sinking
heart she raised her hands in surrender.
"What's going on?" asked the man with the beard.
"She's an escaped prisoner from the women's prison. We're going to take
her back."
The man smiled. "One of my favorite fantasies," he said.
"Louis. Get the collar on her."
The boy dropped his rucksack on the ground and reached inside. He pulled
out a leather dog collar. Tricia stared at it in alarm. They weren't going to
put that on her were they? Not in front of these men!
But her worst fears were realized as Louis undid the collar, then placed
it about her neck. She stood, her hands still raised, as he cinched it so that
it sat snugly about her neck. She looked round at the bikers. They were grinning
broadly, and she could see by the bulges in their jeans that the sight of this
scantily clad beauty surrendering so abjectly was turning them on.
Louis clipped a dog lead to the collar, then tugged at it, almost
overbalancing the girl.
"Right, let's get moving," ordered Carlo. "You guys did a good job.
There may be a reward in this for you."
"Gee, thanks,"
Tricia had expected to be taken back down toward the cabin, but instead
the boys set off along the track that led further into the wood. She glanced
back at the bikers. They were watching her being led away with obvious
amusement. She wondered momentarily what they were doing out here. Then she saw
one of them light a hand-rolled cigarette, and she guessed.
"Stop there!"
They were barely out of sight of the bikers when Carlo gave the order.
Tricia came to a halt staring down at his toy pistol.
"We gotta search her for weapons," he said.
Tricia stared at him Of course she wasn't carrying weapons. Still, she
supposed she had to go along with their silly game.
"What kind of weapons are we looking for?" asked Louis.
"I don't know. Maybe a knife?"
"How we gonna search her?"
Carlo ran his eyes over Tricia's shapely figure. Then a grin crept
across his face.
"Take off that dress."
"What?"
"You heard me. Take it off."
"But I'm..." her voice trailed away.
"Take it off I said."
"You can't make me do that. Someone might come along."
"You're our prisoner. You'll do what I say."
Tricia couldn't believe what was happening. Was she really to expose
herself to a pair of adolescent boys? Boys who were barely freshmen at high
school?
Carlo leveled his gun. "Take it off or I shoot."
Tricia knew she had to obey. Her fear of the power these boys held over
her through Tony was too great. As she reached for the hem of her dress, she saw
the boys exchange glances. Clearly they hadn't expected her to go this far. With
burning cheeks she pulled the dress over her head.
"Shit. She's got nothing on underneath," gasped Louis.
"Christ, you're right. I can see everything."
Inwardly Tricia cursed Bella. The boys clearly hadn't expected her to be
naked under the dress. It was obvious they had had no intention of making her do
more than show her underwear. Now she had revealed to them how far she was
prepared to go in her obedience to them, and they were obviously overwhelmed by
the power they had over her. She clutched the dress to herself, trying her best
to conceal her nudity. But it was too late. The cockiness had already returned
to Carlo's demeanor.
"Give the dress to Louis," ordered Carlo.
"No. I can't."
"Do it!"
Reluctantly, Tricia let the dress fall away. Then she handed it to Louis
and stood, her arms at her sides, her nakedness on open display.
The boys stared wide-eyed at her lovely young body. Clearly they had
never seen a woman nude before, and their eyes traveled up and down, taking in
the firm swell of her breasts, the hard, brown nipples, and the prominence of
her cunt.
"Did you shave yourself down there?" asked Carlo.
Tricia nodded.
"I heard only whores did that," said Louis.
"Let's search her," said Carlo.
"What?" bemoaned Tricia. "You can see I've got nothing. Now please give
me back my dress."
"You're our prisoner don't forget. Now turn around and put your hands
against that tree."
Tricia turned. The tree was behind her. It was mature, its trunk wide.
Carlo pushed her forward and she found herself leaning against it, her hands
flat against the rough bark.
"Arms higher. Open your legs."
Tricia gave a sigh of despair, but she complied.
"We need to be able to see you're unarmed. Push your ass back. Show it to
us."
Tricia obeyed, then glanced back at the two boys. They were grinning
broadly as they took in the sight of her anus and the slit of her pussy.
"C'mon," Carlo nudged his friend and moved close to the naked girl.
Tricia gave a start as she felt his young hands run up her flank,
tracing the curve of her hips, stroking her soft, pale flesh. Moments later
Louis was touching her on the other side.
"Shit, she feels good," breathed Louis.
"Get a feel of her tits."
"No. You mustn't..."
Smack! Carlo slapped Tricia's bare behind. "Stand still," he ordered.
Moments later Tricia felt young hands closing about her warm, soft
breasts. She closed her eyes, trying to blot out the thought that she was being
felt up by a pair of fourteen year olds, the humiliation almost too much for
her.
The boys squeezed her bare breasts clumsily.
"Her nipple's going hard on this side," remarked Louis.
"My brother told me a woman's nipples go hard when she's turned on."
"You think this is turning her on?"
"Maybe. Let's check her cunt."
Tricia stiffened, but said nothing, her mind in turmoil as the degrading
search continued. A shiver ran through her as she felt small fingers sliding
down between her legs.
"Oh!"
She couldn't suppress the exclamation as Carlo found her clitoris, his
fingertips probing at the little nut.
"Look," he said to Carlo. That's her clit. Girls love having their clit
touched."
"Let me feel."
Tricia closed her eyes as she felt another hand groping her in the most
intimate manner. She could scarcely believe she was letting this happen,
standing passive and naked whilst two adolescents explored her cunt.
"Better check inside. Might be a knife up there."
"Please..."
Smack!
"Quiet!"
Tricia shivered slightly as she felt Carlo slide his fingers into her
vagina. Despite her shame and humiliation, she sensed her cunt muscles
contracting involuntarily about his intruding digits.
"She's damp in there, he said.
"Let me feel."
Carlo's fingers were withdrawn, only to be replaced by Louis's. Tricia
bit her lip as he carried out an intimate exploration of her most private place,
her backside squirming slightly as his fingers moved about inside her.
"I reckon she likes it," grinned the boy. Look at the way her ass is
moving about."
"Slut."
By the time he slid his fingers from inside her, Tricia's pussy was very
wet, and she was having difficulty breathing evenly. The boys laughed aloud at
her obvious discomfort.
"I think the prisoner's enjoying the game," remarked Louis. She felt him
wipe his hand on the bare flesh of her behind, leaving behind a coolness as her
juices were spread across her skin.
"Stand up and turn around."
Tricia's face was scarlet with embarrassment as she turned to face her
young tormentors.
"No weapons after all"
"May I have my dress back please?
Carlo thought for a moment." No," he said. She won't try to escape if
she's got nothing on. "Put the cuffs on her."
Tricia watched in alarm as Louis pulled a pair of shining handcuffs from
the rucksack. This was getting worse and worse. It was bad enough being naked in
the outdoors. The cuffs would mean she had no way of covering herself.
Louis dragged her arms behind her back, then she felt the cold metal
snap about her wrists. She pulled at them, but they held her arms firmly behind
her. The boys were grinning now, as they realized the extent of their control
over her.
"What shall I do with this?" asked Louis, holding up her dress.
"Dump it. She won't be needing it."
Tricia watched in dismay as Louis tossed her last concession to modesty
into the bushes, like a discarded rag.
"Now, move, you bitch," said Carlo.
The strange trio set off along the track, Louis dragging the naked beauty
along by her lead, with Carlo bringing up the rear. Tricia wondered at the sight
she was presenting him, her shapely ass swinging from side to side as she
walked, her breasts jiggling up and down. She tried not to listen as the boys
discussed her naked charms openly.
"She's been thrashed on the ass," remarked Carlo.
Lois dropped back slightly to examine Tricia's pale backside.
"Shit yes, she's been whipped good."
"What do you think of her tits?"
"Pretty good. See the way her nipples are still hard? That's because
she's still turned on."
"What's turning her on?"
"Flashing her tits and cunt I guess. Some dames get off on that kind of
thing. The real sluts become strippers."
"You reckon this one's a stripper?"
"Wouldn't be surprised."
"Dirty little bitch."
Tricia walked on in silence, staring ahead of herself, trying not to
think about what she was doing. The fact that these two boys had been fingering
her vagina was bad enough. The way her vibrant young body had responded, though,
had shocked her beyond anything else. How could she possible have been aroused
by being felt up by these two spoilt brats? And why was it that the fact that
her hands were cuffed behind her was bringing a new, sordid thrill to her lovely
body, making her nipples stiff with excitement and bringing fresh wetness to her
already moist pussy?
"Right, stop there!"
The sudden order broke the teenager's reverie, and she was brought back
to reality with a start as Louis tugged on her collar. They were passing a small
clearing, set about with young saplings, and Carlo shoved her off the track onto
the grass.
"Time we started interrogating this shameless bitch," said Carlo.
"Interrogating?"
Smack!
"Shut up, whore!" ordered Carlo. "From now on, you only speak when
you're spoken to, understand?"
Tricia said nothing, but she knew the meekness of her demeanor told the
boys all they needed to know. She stood quietly, wishing for something to cover
her, hoping against hope that nobody would pass by. Meanwhile Louis dropped the
rucksack from his shoulders and the two boys began rifling through its contents.
Carlo pulled out a piece of nylon rope. He threw one end over an
overhanging branch, then beckoned to Tricia. Her heart thumping, the naked
captive walked submissively over to where he stood.
"Turn around!"
Tricia did as she was told, and for a second was overjoyed to feel him
undo the cuffs from her right wrist. Her joy was short-lived, though. He simply
brought her arms round in front of her and fastened them again. Then he ordered
her to hold her arms out whilst he secured the rope to the chain between them.
Then, with a sinking heart, Tricia watched him begin to pull on the other end.
The girl's hands were pulled up, above her head. He went on pulling,
stretching her until she was on tiptoe. Then he secured the end of the rope to a
sapling.
Tricia was overwhelmed by her new predicament, her hands held high above
her, precluding any possibility of covering or protecting her nude body. Her
breasts were stretched almost oval as her hands were pulled high above her.
But Carlo wasn't finished yet.
Pulling a knife from his pocket, the boy sliced through the rope, then
knelt at Tricia's feet and began to wrap it around her ankle.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Shut up."
He tied the rope tightly, almost bringing tears to his captive's eyes.
Then he took another length of rope and set about tying her other ankle. Tricia
gazed down between her jutting breasts, her stomach churning as she realized how
helpless he was making her.
"Okay, Louis, let's spread the prisoner."
Tricia could only watch in horror as the boys each took hold of the
ropes secured to her ankles and pulled, spreading her legs wide open and pulling
her clear of the ground. They tugged hard at the ropes, stretching her thighs
apart. When they were satisfied, they tied the ends of the rope to saplings.
Tricia's position was the most ignominious she had ever experienced. Her
hands were pulled high above her, her legs stretched apart. Worst of all, her
shaved cunt was wide open, the breeze feeling oddly cool as her inner wetness
was exposed.
Yet worse was to come.
He boys moved a short distance away, where they had a mumbled
conversation. Tricia could tell by the grins on their faces and the glances cast
in her direction that they were planning still more ignominies.
Giggling, the boys reached into the rucksack once more. This time they
produced a ball of string. Carlo measured out a long length, then cut it and
handed it to Louis. Then the boys approached their helpless captive once more.
They began groping her bare breasts, their small hands squeezing the
soft flesh, rolling her nipples back and forth.
"Her nipple getting good and hard?" asked Carlo.
"Sure is. She loves this stuff."
Tricia felt her cheeks redden as she saw the effect their ministrations
were having on her lovely breasts, the nipples standing proudly from the soft
orbs. She couldn't comprehend the shameful way her vibrant young body responded
to these two brats, yet the evidence was there in the hard brown buds of erect
flesh.
"That'll do it.!"
All at once the boys stopped toying with her and both began tying loops
in the string. Then, to Tricia's alarm, they wrapped the loops about her
protruding nipples and pulled them tight.
"Ow!"
Tricia's body lurched as the string bit into the tender flesh of her
teats, trapping the balls of brown tissue as the boys tightened the loops,
making them fast with strong knots. Once this was done, they let the string
dangle, laughing at the expression of pain and embarrassment on Tricia's pretty
face.
"Let's see how they stretch," said Carlo, cruelly.
The two boys began pulling at the strings, eliciting cries of pain from
the helpless girl as they stretched the tender flesh of her breasts, the loops
of thread digging in even deeper as the pressure increased. They pulled until
Tricia felt sure the flesh must tear, then secured the string to the trunks of
young trees in front of where she was hanging, stretching her breasts almost
conical and sending stabs of extraordinary pain through her.
Tricia felt that she had been driven to the limit of humiliation by the
extraordinary bondage the two young boys were subjecting her to, yet still Carlo
had one more awful ordeal for her.
He picked up a small branch that had broken from one of the trees, It
was about an inch and a half in diameter and about three feet long. He whispered
something to his grinning companion, who at once crouched down between Tricia's
legs. The girl craned forward and saw that he was using his knife to dig a
small, round hole in the ground under her. Meanwhile Carlo was using his own
knife to whittle the end of the stick into a blunt point. This activity went on
for a number of minutes, then Louis straightened.
"That should do it," he said.
Carlo stepped forward until he was standing just in front of Tricia. He
raised the stick.
"You like to be fucked, don't you?" he asked her.
Tricia didn't answer, simply staring in morbid fascination at the stick.
Then he dropped to his knees.
"No!"
The cry was one of panic, but it fell on deaf ears. Already Carlo was
inserting the end of the stick into Tricia's cunt.
He pressed it deeper, twisting it as he did so. Tricia led out a whimper
as the rough wood chafed against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls.
"Please!" she moaned, but to no avail.
Carlo pressed the stick home until it would go no further, filling her
with its cold roughness Then he called Louis to help him lift their captive so
the end could be dropped into the hole he had dug. Then the boys stood back,
rocking with laughter at the sight of Tricia.
The lovely young teenager was devastated. Here she was, totally nude in
the open air, her hands trapped above her, her legs spread in a lewd pose of
surrender, her breasts in cruel bondage, her open cunt speared by a rough, dirty
pole. And all for the gratification of a pair of grinning schoolboys who, in any
other circumstances, would have been so inferior to her as not to have merited
even a glance.
The boys began to circle her. They had picked up sticks and were poking
her naked flesh, probing her anus and jabbing at her buttocks, belly and
breasts. Tricia had never wished for death before, but she wished for it now.
Anything to deliver her from this dreadful degradation.
The boys seated themselves on the ground in front of her. The grass was
littered with small, hard seeds about the size of acorns, and they began
throwing them at her, awarding each other points for hitting her breasts or
clitoris. The seeds stung terribly, and Tricia twisted and turned in her bondage
in a vain attempt to avoid the small missiles.
When they tired of that game, the boys picked up thin, whippy sticks and
walked around the naked girl, taking swipes at her bare flesh, laughing at her
cries as the canes cracked against her skin. The force they used was nothing in
comparison with the caning she had received in her apartment, but the continued
swiping, along with the pain in her arms and legs from her suspension, made it
seem far worse. Worse still was the fact that the blows were being delivered by
the two precocious young brats.
At last the boys tired of the game.
"Let's tie her up differently," suggested Carlo.
To Tricia's relief, the boys began to undo her bonds. First they untied
the string that stretched her breasts so tightly from the trees, but left it
tied to her swollen nipples. Then they undid her ankle bonds from the saplings
on either side. Finally they released the tension in the rope above her head.
As Tricia felt herself descend, she gave a gasp as the pole thrust
deeper into her vagina. Carlo played with the rope for a while, working her nude
body up and down, laughing as her gasps as she was effectively fucked by the
crude device. At last, though, he let her drop. and the exhausted girl was able
to dismount from the cruel pole, leaving it shiny with her love juices.
She stood, flexing her muscles, feeling the circulation return to her
aching limbs. Her respite was short, though. Already Carlo was ordering her to
lie on her back on the grass as he and Louis planned new indignities.
The grass felt cool and soft against Tricia's bare flesh, though she
would much rather have been clothed. Carlo made her move so that a young tree,
its trunk no more than six inches wide, was behind her. He made her put her arms
above her head, then quickly undid one of the cuffs, pulling her arms about the
trunk of the tree and then securing them again, so that she was, once again,
trapped. Moments later they were pulling on the ropes that secured her ankles
again, stretching her legs wide apart and tying them there.
It was a simple bondage, but one that Tricia knew was designed for
maximum humiliation. She was left lying in the grass, her hands trapped above
her head, her legs open and her knees slightly bent. The position was precisely
ideal for fucking, and she watched red-faced as the giggling boys pointed at her
open cunt and at the secretions that glistened inside it.
They tugged at the strings attached to her nipples again, stretching and
pulling her breasts. Then they knelt between her legs, fingering her cunt,
watching as her sex responded to their touch, the muscles contracting as her
vibrant young body shook with unwanted spasms of pleasure.
As they toyed with her, Tricia noticed the way their pants began to
bulge. She was afraid they would try to fuck her and, when they both pulled
their stiff young cocks from their shorts, she shook her head, dragging at the
bonds.
"Don't worry, slut," said Carlo. "We wouldn't soil our cocks inside your
over-used cunt. Just lie still and enjoy what we're going to give you."
The two boys knelt either side of her face and began to masturbate,
their hands working their foreskins back and forth as they fixed their eyes on
their naked captive. Tricia watched helpless as they jacked themselves off,
sensing their arousal as they did so. She could see from the intense expressions
on their faces that they were already close to orgasm, and she was not mistaken.
"Open your mouth, bitch," ordered Carlo suddenly from between clenched
teeth.
Tricia knew what was coming, but she was beyond caring now, wishing only
to give the boys what they wanted and bring this dreadful game to an end. She
put her head back and opened her mouth.
The first spurt of semen from Carlo's twitching cock splashed onto her
upturned cheek. The second landed in her mouth and she gulped it down. He
continued to ejaculate onto her face and mouth, the warm, slimy fluid filling
her eyes and nose as it rained down on her. Then Louis was coming too, more
gobbets of semen splashing into her open mouth. The two boys stood over her,
working their foreskins back and forth until they were spent, and Tricia's face
was shiny with spunk. She licked it from her lips and chin as best she could,
swallowing it down whilst the boys fastened their pants.
Carlo glanced at his watch.
"Time we were getting back," he announced, picking up the rucksack."
Come on Louis."
The boys began to walk away. Tricia cried out in alarm.
"Wait! What about me? You can't leave me here like this!"
Carlo pulled the key to the handcuffs from his pocket and held it up to
her.
"You'll be wanting this," he said.
"Yes!" Tricia nodded vigorously.
"I'll tell you what. We'll leave it with those biker guys," said Carlo.
Then the two boys turned and set off, laughing down the track, leaving
Tricia, naked and spread, staring after them.
