The Degradation of Tricia Part 7
By Lia Anderssen
Tricia wasn't sure if she had slept briefly. All she knew was that she
suddenly felt a shoe pressing against the flesh of her bare backside. She opened
her eyes to see Anna, the maid, standing over her, her face a picture of
contempt as she gazed down at the naked, ravaged teenager.
"You get up," the woman ordered. "You got work to do."
Tricia pulled herself to her feet, only too aware of the spunk on her
face and breasts, and more that seeped from her ass and ran down her legs.
"W-work?" she stammered.
"Madam say you must work as maid with the others," said the woman. "You
get inside and wash up. You dirty girl."
Tricia recognized the double meaning in what the woman said. She was
indeed a dirty girl, she mused. But it wasn't by choice, was it? She glanced
about for something to wear. The scarf was nowhere in sight, and the tiny
panties had been completely wrecked. With a sigh she realized that she must
remain nude
She followed the woman in through the back door of the house and into
what was clearly the servants' quarters. Anna showed her a bathroom.
"You get cleaned up," she ordered. "Maid uniform in next room. You
report to me in ten minutes."
Tricia was once again glad to be able to wash the spunk and cunt juice
from herself, luxuriating in the hot water as it flowed over her body. So she
was to be a maid for the evening. She could think of worse things, she mused.
And apparently there was a uniform, so the shame of her nudity would, for the
time being at least, cease to be such an embarrassment.
She dried her soft, smooth flesh, then made her way into the next room.
It was a very small bedroom, furnished with a twin bed and a wooden chair.
Draped across the chair were some garments, and she made her way across, anxious
to cover herself. Then she stopped short. On the chair were a pair of
black hold-up stockings and an apron similar to the ones worn by the other
maids. On the floor lay a pair of black high-heeled shoes. Of underwear and a
dress there was no sign. Tricia turned to the bed, but it was bare. At that
moment, Anna appeared at the door.
"Hurry up, girl," she ordered.
"B-but there's no dress," protested the teenager.
"That is what Madam gave me," said the maid. "Quick now. The guests will
be arriving soon."
Tricia opened her mouth to protest, but the woman had gone. Reluctantly
she sat down on the bed and began to pull on the stockings.
The stockings came to about six inches below her crotch. The nylon was
sheer, with a dark seam running up the back. The elasticated tops bit into the
soft flesh of Tricia's thighs. The youngster picked up the apron, fastening the
top strings behind her head. At first she tried to tie it tight about her neck,
but then she realized that that pulled it far too high, leaving her crotch
exposed. She was obliged to loosen it, dropping the top down until her areolae
were semi-exposed above the thin, white material. There were two narrow strings
at the waist and she pulled these behind her back, tying them in a bow. Then she
slipped on the shoes and made her way round to a full-length mirror that was
affixed to the wall.
What she saw made her heart sink. The apron was very small, the bib at
the front cut low so the mounds of her breasts swelled above it. It was narrow
too, narrower than her body, so that her large brown nipples threatened to
escape on either side. Seen from sideways on, they were completely visible. The
lower part too was narrow, so that the creamy flesh of her hips and thighs were
completely uncovered, the curved bottom of the garment barely covering her
prominent crotch. She knew that any sudden movement would reveal her shaved
pussy. From the back she was simply naked, the only sign of the skimpy apron
being the two narrow bands about her neck and waist, the rounded contours of her
firm bottom on open display.
She let her eyes drop lower. The black stockings served simply to
enhance her nudity, drawing attention to the pale, bare flesh above them. The
high heels made her legs seem longer, and gave her an altogether more sluttish
appearance.
"Come!" It was Anna again, and the woman's stern look changed to one of
disgust as she let her eyes wander over Tricia's form. She shook her head and
with a loud tut-tut, beckoned to the unfortunate girl to follow her.
Tricia was further acquainted with the inadequacy of her clothing as she
walked along behind the maid. Her unfettered breasts bounced with every step,
affording brief glimpses of her stiff nipples. The skirt, pushed forward by her
thighs, rode up slightly, and she felt sure her bare pussy was visible.
They arrived back in the room where the other maids were gathered. The
girls nudged one another and sniggered when they saw how Tricia was dressed.
Some looked shocked, whilst other exploded into giggles. Ignoring them, Anna
picked something up from the table and handed it to Tricia.
"Put this on."
It was a small, white badge, across which was written the word 'CUNT'
Tricia felt the heat in her cheeks as she pinned the awful badge to her
apron, taking great care not to scratch her tender breasts as she did so. As she
was fastening it, Sam came in. The woman had changed into a long evening gown,
and the contrast between her elegant outfit and Tricia's semi-nudity was not
lost on the embarrassed youngster.
Peter followed her, wearing a smart suit with open collar. The pair
stopped to admire their new young servant.
"That outfit's perfect," laughed Sam. "I want you to wait by the garden
entrance and serve aperitifs to my guests. Hurry, now, they'll be arriving
soon."
Her words brought a new sinking feeling to Tricia's stomach. She had
hoped she would be given a job that kept her in the background, possibly washing
up. Now it was clear that Sam intended all her guests to see her in this
embarrassing state.
She took a tray of glasses from Anna and made her way around to the
entrance to the garden. Cars would be arriving in the driveway, and a young man
in a page's uniform had been designated to show them where to park, and to
direct them to the garden. He was about sixteen and, when he caught sight of
Tricia, his jaw dropped. The girl tried to ignore his stares, taking up her
position at the side of the house. In the middle of the lawn other servants were
busy laying tables or tending to the barbecue, but there was no shortage of
sniggers and pointed fingers at the beautiful young teenager.
Soon the guests began to arrive. As the first pair, both impeccably
dressed, approached Tricia, the young beauty felt her color rise yet again.
"W-would you like a drink Madam, Sir?" she stammered.
"Dirty little exhibitionist," sniffed the woman, pulling her ogling
husband away.
More and more people arrived. They were all of a similar age to their
host and hostess, and all wore expensive clothes. The reactions to Tricia were
mixed. Many of the women looked shocked or disgusted at the sight of the
near-nude servant, though many others were clearly amused, and one or two
actually ran their hands over the swell of her breasts, remarking at how stiff
her nipples were. Most of the men were delighted by the sight she made, often to
the annoyance of their partners. Men arriving alone would make suggestive
comments to the youngster, causing the blood to rise in her cheeks. The name tag
in particular brought a lot of ribald comments.
All in all it was an incredibly humiliating experience for the pretty
teenager. To be put in display like this, her breasts and genitals scarcely
covered, her lovely ass bare for all to see, was an awful experience. Yet there
was something perversely exciting about it too, something that kept her nipples
hard as nuts, pressing against the thin material of the apron. Something that
brought a warmth and wetness to her pussy that Tricia couldn't explain. Her mind
kept going back to what had happened in the garden. How she had had her ass
fucked and had sucked and licked both the men and the women, and how she had
ached for the release that an orgasm would have given her. Now she felt the need
to come yet again, although how her situation could possibly be arousing her was
quite beyond her.
The most embarrassing experience for her was when Bella arrived with her
chums. Like the other guests, the teenage girls wore lovely designer outfits,
their shapely bodies drawing glances of admiration from the older guests as they
arrived, chattering and laughing together.
Bella came to a halt in front of Tricia, a broad grin on her face.
"So, Cunt, you finally found something useful to do."
"Isn't that uniform missing something?" giggled Jenny.
"Naw, she likes it like that," replied Bella. "There's less to take off
if someone wants to fuck her."
The girls took a drink each from Tricia's tray, then moved into the
chattering crowd, leaving the pretty youngster gazing enviously after them. She
noted the difference in the looks they received compared to herself, Bella was
clearly accepted here as an attractive and interesting person, where as Tricia
herself was no more than a figure of fun to these people, someone whose body was
a plaything, and whose opinion simply didn't matter.
Once all the guests had arrived, Tricia's duty changed. Anna made her
move amongst the guests with her tray, taking orders and serving drinks. The
youngster was, more than ever, made aware of her status amongst these rich and
beautifully dressed people. The women scarcely glanced at her, ordering their
drinks with monosyllabic commands whilst the men were clearly amused by her
predicament. There was also a good deal of surreptitious groping, and on more
than one occasion Tricia nearly dropped her tray as hands squeezed her bare
backside and fingers slid down between her legs, seeking out her cunt lips and
stroking her in the most intimate manner. With both hands needed to support her
tray, there was little Tricia could do to prevent the men feeling her up and, as
the touches became more intimate, she felt the wetness inside her pussy
increase, despite her revulsion .
The party had been under way for more than an hour when things started
to really go bad for the young beauty. She had a tray full of drinks and was in
the process of serving a man in his early forties. Tricia had been only too
aware of this man's interest in her since his arrival with his wife. His eyes
had scarcely left her shapely form, and he stared at her with an intensity that
made her very nervous indeed. His were not the glances of amusement she had
encountered with most of the men at the party. He eyed her with undisguised
contempt, but there was a lust in his expression as well, and she found herself
feeling rather frightened of him.
She would never be certain whether he engineered the incident. She had
been holding her tray out to him when a hand suddenly cupped her buttock
momentarily, then pinched her hard, Tricia gave a cry, starting forward and,
before she could do anything to stop it, a tall bloody mary tipped over and
splashed the man's jacket.
He gave a shout of rage as the light material was stained by the bright
red tomato juice. Tricia was dumbstruck as he shouted out how incompetent she
was, pointing at the dark stain on his garment. Almost at once, Anna was at his
side, snatching the tray from Tricia, her eyes blazing.
"Take him inside and clean up that mess," she ordered. "Stupid,
incompetent slut!"
"And make sure you do a good job," ordered the man's wife. She was a
tall, haughty looking woman who had been eyeing the scantily-clad teenager with
some distaste since she had arrived with her husband.
"It was an accident," protested Tricia.
"Be quiet!" snapped Anna. "Take him to the upstairs bathroom and sponge
that off."
Close to tears, the youngster put down her tray and led the man toward
the house. He said nothing more, but Tricia could feel his eyes upon her and,
when she reached the foot of the staircase, he motioned for her to go up first.
The pretty teenager knew only too well the sight she would present as she
climbed the stairs, but she had little choice, her cheeks glowing as she thought
of the view she was giving him of her bare behind and shaven slit as he followed
her.
At the top of the stairs was a bathroom, and she took him inside. She
found a sponge and, after wetting it, set to work to clean the tomato juice from
his jacket.
As she rubbed at the material, Tricia was aware of her proximity to the
intimidating man, her scarcely covered breasts brushing against him, presenting
him with an almost unobstructed view of her stiff nipples as he stood over her.
Then she gave a start as she felt his hand running down the smooth flesh of her
flank, stroking the pale skin and bringing a shiver to the youngster.
His hand slipped under the apron and reached for her slit.
"No!" she said, trying to push it away.
He grabbed her wrist with his other hand, twisting her arm and making
her cry out with pain. As he did so, he shoved her against the wall, his rough
fingers penetrating her vagina.
"Don't fight it baby, or I'll tell them downstairs that you begged me
for it," he hissed.
"Please..."
"You like to suck cock, you little whore? Cop a feel of this."
He took her hand and guided it to the front of his pants. Tricia gave a
little gasp as she felt the hard bulge at his crotch.
"You're gonna suck me, slut," he said. "You're gonna suck me like the
dirty bitch you are, or I'll tell them all how you begged me to fuck you."
"But I didn't."
"Who do you think they'll believe, me or you? Now get down on your
fucking knees."
Tricia struggled against him, trying to twist away from the fingers that
were penetrating her so intimately. She wished she could get away from these
cruel people. But she knew there was nothing she could do. She was becoming
accustomed to submitting now, even though the things they asked of her repulsed
her. All at once she ceased her struggles and sank to her knees.
"That's better," he said. "Now take it out and suck it."
Tricia reached for his zipper and pulled it down. His briefs were
bulging and, as she slid down the material his cock sprang to attention. It was
long and hard, the vein that ran up the middle throbbing with arousal. Tricia
ran her fingers up and down its length, fascinated, despite her revulsion, by
the way it twitched in her hand. Opening her mouth she took the end inside,
pressing her face down and taking in as much as she was able, her tongue
flicking over his glans as she sucked hard.
"Shit, you really are a whore, aren't you?" said the man. He took hold
of a handful of her hair and forced his cock even deeper down her throat.
"Suck me, bitch," he commanded.
Tricia began to move her head back and forth, sucking greedily at his
thick erection, one hand cupping his balls whilst the other slid up and down his
shaft. As she did so, she reflected on how adept she was becoming at fellatio.
In only a few short days she had gone from innocent virgin to experienced cock
sucker. She could scarcely believe how little resistance she had shown to his
outrageous demand.
The man was thrusting his hips forward now, as his arousal grew.
Tricia's face rocked back and forth as the onslaught continued, her hand sliding
up and down his shaft as she sucked, sensing his climax approaching and bracing
herself for a mouthful of hot, slimy semen.
"What the hell?"
"Oh God!"
The man's exclamation brought Tricia back to her senses. She glanced up,
then froze, the man's stiff penis still between her lips. There, framed in the
doorway, stood the man's wife, her face creased with rage.
"What on earth is going on here?" she demanded.
The question was superfluous. The sight of Tricia kneeling in front of
the man, his stiff erection embedded in her mouth, needed no explanation.
Tricia drew back, letting the thick cock slide from her mouth. But it
was too late. The man let out a groan and suddenly thick spunk was spitting from
the end of his member, splashing onto Tricia's face and dribbling down onto her
apron. The unfortunate girl just stayed where she was, watching in horror as
spurt after spurt of the liquid splashed onto her meager uniform.
"You disgusting little slut!" erupted the woman. "What the hell are you
doing with my husband?"
"It was her idea," stammered the red-faced man. "She just suddenly
started. I couldn't help myself."
"You be quiet," hissed the woman. "I'll deal with you later. Now get up,
you little bitch."
Tricia rose slowly to her feet. She wanted to protest at the man's lies,
but she knew it would do no good. Dressed as she was, it would be well nigh
impossible to deny that she was a slut, and she knew any pleas on her part would
fall on deaf ears.
"What's going on?"
Sam appeared at the door. When she saw Tricia's compromising position,
the teenager was certain she saw the ghost of a smile fly across her face, then
disappear.
"This slut has been carrying on with my husband."
"Oh dear. She's like that. I should have warned you. Nobody in pants is
safe when she's around. Get downstairs you!"
Once again Tricia was outraged at the unfairness of the statement, but
she knew her protests would fall on deaf ears, so she said nothing. Instead she
rose to her feet and, her head hanging in shame, walked past the two women and
down the staircase.
It seemed that the whole party had moved inside and was gathered at the
foot of the stairs. Tricia's cheeks burned as she listened to their comments.
"Dirty little slut."
"Is that semen on her face?"
"Completely shameless."
"And so young, too. Where are her parents, letting her go around like
that."
At the back, Tricia could see Bella and her cronies, sniggering
together. She had never felt so ashamed. She would run away as soon as she got
outside, she decided. She simply couldn't take any more of this awful
humiliation.
Tricia would never be given the chance to escape, however. As she
reached the foot of the stairs she found herself confronted by Anna. The
dark-skinned woman stood, her arms folded, glaring at the unhappy youngster.
"What is that on your apron?" she demanded.
Tricia felt her color deepen. "It- it's semen," she stammered.
"Stupid girl. Take it off!"
"What?"
"Take it off. It will need cleaning."
Tricia stared round nervously at the beautifully clad people that
surrounded her.
"But it's all I've got on," she protested.
"Take it off. Now!"
For a second there was silence. Then, as Tricia reached behind her for
the bow around her waist, a murmur went up.
Her face scarlet, Tricia undid the waist cord, then the one behind her
head. For a moment she hugged the apron to herself. Then Anna reached out a
hand. Bowing her head, Tricia handed her the apron. Then she stood, hands at her
sides, her eyes cast down as the murmur in the crowd increased.
Tricia knew she was a sight to behold. Despite her shame, her nipples
were hard as bullets, and a sheen of wetness coated the prominent lips of her
cunt. The high heels and long, black stockings made her feel more conspicuous
than ever, and she could feel a trail of cold semen running down her cheek.
At that moment Sam appeared at the top of the stairs, alongside the man
and his wife. The man was looking very sheepish, and his wife was clearly still
angry.
"I want that bitch punished!" she was saying to Sam.
"Of course she'll be punished," replied the hostess. What do you think
we should do?"
"I know."
All eyes turned to where the words had come from. Bella stood, grinning
at the crowd.
"We've already arranged to whip the little slut's tits. That should do
it."
Sam smiled. "That should be fun." She turned to the woman. "What do you
think?"
"It's no more than the little whore deserves."
"That's settled then. Anna, take her out to the pool and prepare her."
During this exchange, Tricia had simply been staring in disbelief. She
had completely forgotten the tit whipping, having dismissed it as an idle
threat. Now she faced, not just that dreadful punishment, but the total
humiliation of having it witnessed by these smart people.
"You... You can't," she protested. "I won't let you."
"Better take a couple of the other maids along to help," said Sam.
"There's some rope in the shed. Use it."
"No!"
The naked girl backed away as Anna advanced upon her. She had to flee.
She couldn't stay here. She turned suddenly toward the door. She had barely
taken a step, however, when two of the maids stepped forward and grabbed her
arms. Anna barked an order in a language she didn't understand, then she found
herself being dragged out into the garden.
Tricia struggled, but the maids were too strong for her, frogmarching
her out to the edge of the pool. There they flung her face down on the ground,
and one of them straddled her waist, grabbing hold of her wrists and pulling
them behind her. Moments later thick, coarse rope was being wrapped about her
wrists and pulled tight. Once her hands were bound, more rope was used to tie
her elbows. Tricia cried out in pain as the bonds were tightened about her upper
arms, but her cries were met with laughter by the maids.
Once her arms were trapped behind her, Tricia was hauled to her feet.
There was a high diving board beside the pool, supported by a frame-like
structure, and it was to this that they dragged her. They hauled her arms up and
over a bar that was about the height of her shoulder blades. Tricia felt as if
her arms would be dragged from their sockets as they used the residue of the
rope about her wrists to secure her there. Then, as a final indignity, her legs
were yanked apart and tied to vertical bars on either side of her, exposing her
bare pussy in the most brutal manner possible.
As the guests made their way across the lawn to examine the naked
captive, Tricia felt more vulnerable than she ever had. The bonds that bit into
her arms and the bar that pressed into her back left her lovely breasts thrust
forward, the brown nipples pointing slightly upwards from the taut flesh. Her
cunt was wide open, the evening air feeling cool inside her vagina due to the
moistness within. Tricia was exposed and helpless, and she glanced round at the
adults as they gathered about her, pointing and commenting on her nudity and
shamelessness, prodding at her bare flesh, pinching her nipples and laughing at
her discomfort.
All at once the party guests moved back slightly, and Tricia found
herself staring into the faces of Bella and Lucy. She felt a chill run through
her as she noticed that Lucy was carrying a thin cane, flexing it in her hands
as she examined Tricia's bare breasts.
"A dozen strokes, I think," said Bella.
A murmur of approval came up from the crowd.
Tricia stared at the cane. She wanted to beg for mercy, but she knew her
pleas would fall on deaf ears. She pulled at her bonds, but the maids had tied
her well.
"Wet the cane," said Bella.
For a second, Lucy stared at her friend uncomprehendingly, then a wicked
smile came to her lips. She walked up to the naked captive and stretched out her
arm.
Tricia gave a gasp of surprise as she felt the shaft of the cane press
against her open vagina. Then she bit her lip as the girl began to rub the end
up her slit, the wood chafing against her clitoris, making it come erect. For
the naked teenager it was a bittersweet sensation, the hard wood sending spasms
of arousal through her helpless body, making her gasp aloud at the sensation.
Somehow the exposure and bondage were conspiring to bring out her basest
instincts, and she gave a low moan, thrusting her hips forward, the lips of her
sex twitching visibly as her vaginal muscles contracted.
Once again a murmur came from the watching guests as Lucy ran the cane
up and down Tricia's sex. When she withdrew it and held it up to them, it was
glistening with cunt juice.
Lucy held the cane up under Tricia's nose, so the beautiful youngster
could smell her own arousal. Her sex was still contracting as she fought to
regain control of her recalcitrant body, her pretty breasts rising and falling.
"Right," said Bella. "Let's begin."
Tricia watched in consternation as Lucy Drew back her arm.
Swish! Whack!
The cane came down with terrible force across the swelling creaminess of
Tricia's breasts. Landing an inch above her nipples and leaving a white stripe
that quickly darkened to an angry red color. At the same time, Tricia felt her
nipples pucker into hardness. She bit her lip, trying to fight down the urge to
cry out at the awful pain. Lucy raised the cane again.
Swish! Whack!
This time it caught the bottom of her jutting orbs, making the soft
flesh shake deliciously, the hard nipples dancing up and down as yet another
spasm of agony pierced Tricia's young body.
Swish! Whack!
The third blow lashed across her stomach, the thin, hard cane digging
into her tender skin and leaving yet another livid stripe behind. The pain was
like the sting of a thousand bees, and Tricia felt the tears well up in her eyes
as she struggled to stay calm.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
The blows were relentless, placing stripe after stripe across Tricia's
beautiful young body. The youngster danced in her bondage, twisting and turning
to avoid the awful cane, but in vain. Her entire body had broken into a sweat
now, her pale flesh glistening as the agony of the punishment continued.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Lucy wielded the cane expertly, raining down blow after blow on Tricia's
stinging tits, the cruel red stripes blending together now, the nipples more
swollen than ever as the ordeal continued. Each stroke met with damp flesh now,
a tiny spray of sweat going up as the cane hit home. Yet still the lovely
youngster didn't cry out.
"Look at her hips!"
"The dirty bitch is turned on."
Tricia had been unconscious of the movement, but now she realized that
she was thrusting her hips forward with every stroke, the lips of her cunt
opening and closing, as if caressing a stiff cock. Amidst the pain she suddenly
realized that the beating was arousing her. Some base instinct, some sordid
desire inside her was being stimulated. The nudity, the bondage, the pain, all
were somehow conspiring to arouse her, and her cheeks glowed with humiliation as
she felt a trickle of moisture leak out onto her thighs.
The punishment paused for a moment whilst the guests took in her
extraordinary response to the beating. Then Lucy drew back her arm again.
Swish! Whack!
Swish! Whack!
Tricia was moaning aloud, now, but it wasn't the terrible pain that was
eliciting the sounds from the youngster. Her hips were jabbing forward in a lewd
dance of lust, her breasts dancing, not just with the pounding of the cane, but
with the writhing of her naked body.
Swish! Whack!
The final blow landed directly across Tricia's rock-hard nipples,
stinging dreadfully and bringing another cry from her. Then Lucy lowered the
cane and the guests watched as the naked youngster twisted and turned, her moans
filling the evening air.
"Bring her off," said Bella.
Lucy looked at her friend questioningly.
"Bring her off with the cane. Let's see just what a dirty little slut
she is."
A grin crossed Lucy's face. She brought the end of the cane up and ran
it lightly between Tricia's legs. As she did so the youngster moaned aloud,
pressing her hips forward in a gesture of total abandon, yet more cunt juice
dripping from her nether lips.
"Shit, she wants it bad."
"Make her come."
"I wish I had my camera."
Tricia was aware of the remarks, and of the mocking gazes of those
watching. She tried hard to bring herself under control, cursing her body for
its recalcitrance, but it was no good. When Lucy brought the cane up between her
open legs again, the shudder that ran through her nude body was one of pure
pleasure as he swollen clitoris rubbed against her hard, rough wood.
Lucy began sawing the shaft up and down Tricia's open slit, bringing
laughter from the adults as they saw Tricia's reaction, her hips pumping down
against the weapon, her moans turning to cries as her lust overcame her. The
teenager was lost now, the terrible pain in her breasts all but forgotten as she
concentrated on the rough chafing of the cane against her swollen clit.
She came with a cry, her entire body in motion as the juices leaked from
her onto the shaft. For a moment the pain of her bondage, and of the beating,
were forgotten as she found relief from her arousal at last, the exposure and
the rough ass-fucking she had received bringing her to a shattering climax.
Then it was over, and the forlorn, sweating girl came back to earth, the
full realization of her behavior striking her as she glanced round at the
laughing guests. Tricia hung her head in shame, wishing desperately that her
body would behave the way a normal woman's would.
Sam stepped forward, and the naked youngster winced as she ran a hand
over her punished breasts.
"Take her upstairs and tie her to the bed," she said to Anna. "Face
down. She's had enough orgasms for one evening, but the guys may want to use
that pretty ass later. Meanwhile, let's get back to the party."
