The Degradation of Tricia Part 8
By Lia Anderssen.
"I've had a real nice evening, Tricia."
"Me too, Steve."
Tricia smiled at the young man beside her in the car. She had genuinely
enjoyed his company. The movie had been particularly bad, but they had laughed
about it afterwards and had enjoyed a coffee together before Steve's curfew had
forced them to end their evening early. This time there had been no unwelcome
interruptions, and now they were parked outside Tricia's apartment block, saying
good night.
Tricia thought about how much she enjoyed Steve's company. It was a
total contrast to what she had experienced at the hands of Bella and Tony. He
was considerate, amusing and, best of all, he treated her like a lady, not a sex
object.
It was Wednesday evening, four days since her ordeal at the party. After
being ass-fucked by Sam's husband and at least half a dozen of his friends, she
had been finally released in the small hours to walk back to Bella's. The next
morning Tony had picked them up and, apart from the embarrassment of having to
travel back into town naked, her tits striped with the marks of the cane, the
ordeal had ended then, and she had been allowed home.
The marks on her breasts had almost faded now, and the lack of contact
from either Tony or Bella since her trip to the cabin had been welcome to the
youngster. The chance of a normal date had also been welcome, and, by the end of
the evening, she felt almost restored to her old self. Perhaps Tony and his
sister had grown tired of her as a plaything, she mused. Whatever, she certainly
wasn't missing their company.
"Well, I guess you'd better go," she said, reaching across and squeezing
Steve's hand.
He turned to her, then reached out and pulled her close, his lips
closing over hers. He kissed her. It was completely different from the
slobbering caresses she had encountered recently, and she responded eagerly,
opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to intertwine with her own. He moved
his hand up to her breast.
Of course he could not have known of the tenderness there, and she knew
he had misinterpreted the way she immediately pushed his hand away.
"Sorry," he said.
"No, Steve. It's just that..."
"It's okay. It's only our second date. I understand. Anyway I gotta go."
She looked at him. It was ironic that, for the first time she had found
someone whose caresses she welcomed, and she had pushed him away. She thought of
all the other men over the past weeks who had groped her breasts, her cunt, her
ass. Who had spurted their spunk into her without so much as telling her their
name. And here was the one man she wanted to be touched by being rejected.
"You coming to Martina's party on Saturday?" he asked.
"Sure. I think the whole class is going to be there."
"Great.I'll see you there then."
"Okay."
Tricia hadn't been particularly looking forward to the party. It was a
sort of pre-graduation get-together before the formal celebrations started, but
she hadn't been sure she would enjoy it. The fact that Steve would be there gave
her some cheer, though.
Tricia climbed from the car, then turned and blew him a kiss. Then she
headed into her apartment building. It was still quite early, and she resolved
to spend sometime on her homework assignments.
The moment she pushed open the door of her apartment, she spotted the
package. It was a small, brown parcel lying on the coffee table. Across it was
written the word 'Cunt'.
All at once her elation left her, as the nightmare descended upon her
once again. Her stomach churning, she picked up the package and opened it.
Inside was some kind of garment, and a note. She read the note carefully.
"Be outside on the corner of fifteenth and Cherry at ten o'clock. Wear
this, and nothing else."
There was no signature, but she didn't need one. It was clear that the
package had come from Tony.
She checked her watch. It was nine forty-five. She didn't have much
time.
She hurried into the bedroom, clutching the package. Once inside, she
pulled out the garment and studied it. At first she didn't know what to make of
it. Slowly, though, she worked out how it was to be worn, and her heart sank.
She began to undress quickly, dropping her clothes onto the bed. When
she was naked she dashed into the bathroom and ran a razor over her sex,
ensuring that it was free of hair. Then she returned to the bedroom, picked up
the garment again and began to put it on.
The lower part was a kind of thong, with a thin string that ran between
her legs and up the crack of her backside. There was a loop in the top of that
string, and another string, which formed the waistband, threaded through that
and tied in a bow at her right hip. The garment was made of a black net-like
material, the net holes being nearly a quarter of an inch in diameter, so that
it offered no useful cover over her nakedness. The crotch was so thin that it
cut into her sex, forcing her thick cunt lips apart and covering virtually
nothing.
The waist string was attached to two sides of a metal ring about two
inches in diameter, and two more thin strips of material ran from the top of the
ring. These she pulled up, tying a second bow behind her neck. The ring was now
positioned so that it exactly framed her navel, the two strips running up over
her breasts. These were not much more than an inch wide, so that her breasts
were almost totally exposed, the coarse mesh hiding virtually nothing of her
brown nipples.
She moved in front of the mirror, and gave a moan of anguish. The
garment was almost nonexistent, and what it did cover was clearly visible
through the holes. She might as well have worn nothing for all the cover it gave
her and, when she turned and looked back over her shoulder at herself, she was,
to all intents and purposes naked, with her ass cheeks totally uncovered and
only the black cord running low about her waist revealing that she wore anything
at all. She couldn't go out like this, could she? But what choice did she have?
She glanced at her watch. She only had five minutes. She couldn't afford
to waste any more time. She tiptoed to the door of her apartment and peered
through the peep hole. There was nobody about. Her heart pounding, she pushed
open the door and stepped out into the hallway.
All the way down in the elevator, she feared she would meet someone, but
there was nobody about. She almost ran through the lobby and out into the
street. It was only when she felt the warm night air on her bare flesh that she
remembered just how exposed she was, and a shiver of apprehension ran through
her.
The place where she was to meet Tony was almost a block away, and she
walked quickly, glancing from side to side, afraid of who might see her in this
outrageous outfit. A car passed, with four young men in. The horn sounded as the
car's grinning occupants laughed and pointed at the young beauty.
Tricia approached the intersection with trepidation. There were traffic
lights there and, although there were few people about, she feared being seen.
She reached the junction just as another car did, and she was dismayed
to see that the lights were red. She was obliged to stand for what seemed ages
whilst the couple in the car stared at her young body, the woman with obvious
distaste, the man with barely disguised interest. The scene played itself out
two or three times more, with Tricia's cheeks becoming redder and redder as she
was obliged to stand whilst her near-naked body was inspected by the passers-by.
She heard voices. At the end of the street a group of youths had just
turned the corner. They were no more than a hundred yards away, and Tricia
shuddered as she heard the inevitable whistles and catcalls.
They came closer, their lewd comments clearly audible to the youngster
as they approached. She watched them warily, her heart pounding, afraid of what
they would do when they came close enough to realize how see-through her outfit
was.
"What the fuck are you waiting for, Cunt?"
Tricia gave a start, and turned to see that Tony had stopped right
beside her. So intent on the approaching youths had she been that she hadn't
heard him pull up in the minivan. She had never thought she would be pleased to
see Bella's cruel brother, but right now all she wanted to do was get away from
that street corner.
Tony opened the door and Tricia turned to climb in. As she did so, she
realized that she was showing her bare backside to the young men and the
cacophony of whistles and catcalls told her that they had had a perfect view.
She quickly slammed the door and sank into the seat as Tony pulled away.
"The outfit suits you, Cunt," he said. "Makes you look a real slut. I
can see you're enjoying it, I've never seen your nipples so hard, even when you
were being fucked."
Tricia said nothing, but the scarlet color in her cheeks betrayed her
humiliation at the cruel comments.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll see. Somewhere where you can show off your new outfit."
The words brought a cold feeling to Tricia's stomach. The last thing she
wanted was to be seen like this.
The car threaded its way through the streets and soon they were leaving
the urban area behind them, making their way along a country road. Tricia
wondered where they could possibly be going.
All at once she spotted two figures ahead beside the road. As they came
closer she saw they were hitchhikers. They were black men, both in their mid
twenties. One of them was holding out a sign with the name of a town about two
hundred miles distant written on it.
Tony began to slow the van. Tricia turned to him in alarm.
"What are you doing?"
"Giving these guys a lift."
"But we're not going that far, surely?
"There's a truck stop a few miles up the road. We can take them there."
"But you can't let them in the van. I mean, not with me like this."
"I don't reckon they'll complain. Besides, it'll give you something to
amuse yourself with on the journey."
"What do you mean?"
Tony drew the van to a halt about fifty yards beyond the two men. In the
mirror, Tricia could see them hurrying toward the vehicle, lugging heavy
rucksacks.
Tony reached into the glove compartment and drew out a small package.
Tricia felt her heart sink as she recognized the parcel, stamped and addressed
to her parents.
"There's a mailbox at the truck stop," he said." If those two guys
haven't shot their loads by the time we get there, this goes in the mail."
"But you can't..."
"I reckon that gives you just under fifteen minutes," he went on. "Now
don't you think you should get out and help them put their rucksacks in the
back?"
As he spoke, a face appeared at Tricia's window. Tony pressed a button
and it rolled down.
"Hey man, where you going?"
"I can take you to a truck stop."
"That's cool. You see my buddy and me..." The man's voice broke off as
he saw how Tricia was dressed. The lovely young teenager felt the color rise in
her cheeks as he stared at her breasts.
"Shit," he breathed.
Tony handed a key to Tricia.
"Open the back door for these guys," he ordered.
Tricia looked at him despairingly, but he simply smiled at her.
"Come on," he said. "You know you want to.
Reluctantly Tricia opened her door. It was still daylight outside, and
she knew she was quite a sight in the virtually transparent costume, her dark
nipples pressing against the thin gauze, the buds peeping through the netting,
her crotch scarcely covered by the thin strip that ran through her cunt lips.
The two men grinned and nudged each other as she walked past them to the
rear of the vehicle, aware of the view of her bare buttocks this was affording
them. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, then stood beside it, watching
as the two black men loaded their gear. They were strong, sinewy men, and she
felt an odd shudder run through her as she watched. Her eyes dropped to the
front of their pants. Was she mistaken, or could she already see a tell-tale
bulge down there?
When she got round to the side of the vehicle she found the passenger
door closed, and the sliding side door open.
"I thought you'd like to ride in the back with these guys," said Tony."
You know you want to."
Tricia shuddered as she heard those words again.
"Sure," she said, trying to take the edge of panic out of her voice as
she watched the two men climb aboard.
"This your lady?" asked one of the men.
"Shit no," replied Tony. "She's too much of a slut for me. Look at the
way she's dressed."
The pair laughed, staring at Tricia as she climbed into the van. The two
men were sitting side by side on a bench seat. Tricia's first instinct was to
sit behind them, but then she remembered Tony's orders. Less than fifteen
minutes, he had said. How could she possibly take these men from being strangers
to total intimacy in so short a time? But she knew she must, and she slid onto
the seat beside them, managing a weak smile as she did so.
"That's a helluva outfit, lady," said the man beside her. He was a big
man, his head shaved, his dark brown eyes penetrating.
"D-do you like it?" she asked.
"I like even better what's inside it."
He reached out a large hand and placed it over her breast. Tricia knew
he could feel the hardness of her nipple, and wondered if he could sense her
nervousness.
"Hey, baby, you don't gotta be afraid of me and Duke here," he said. "We
ain't gonna hurt you."
She tried to smile again. "I-I'm not afraid," she stammered.
The man moved his hand up to her neck, where he toyed with the bow that
held the skimpy garment up.
"What happens if I undo this?" he asked.
Tricia glanced at Tony. Time was going by. She cleared her throat.
"Wh-why don't you try it and see?"
At this the second man leaned forward, a grin on his face.
"Come and sit between us," he said.
"All right."
Tricia's body was trembling as she moved between the two big black men.
"That's real cozy. Now undo that bow for us."
Tricia took a deep breath. Then, her fingers shaking, she reached behind
her head and undid the bow. The top of the garment fell away, revealing Tricia's
lovely, pert breasts to the two men. Immediately, hands from both sides closed
over her soft globes, bringing a sharp intake of breath from the teenager as
they roughly mauled her flesh.
"That's real nice. Now undo the other one."
Tricia's heart was beating hard now. But the fear was beginning to give
way to another emotion. Despite her disgust with herself, her beautiful, vibrant
young body was beginning to respond to the closeness of these two strangers in a
most unwelcome manner, her large, brown nipples protruding as they came erect, a
warm wetness seeping into her vagina.
Tricia pulled herself up on the seat in front until she was standing.
Then she reached down to her waist and undid the second bow. The scrappy garment
fell away, leaving her totally nude.
"Hell that's nice. Come here, baby."
At once she was dragged down onto the first man's lap. his strong hands
pulling her thighs apart as he held her to him. His hands went to her breasts,
kneading them and squeezing them, bringing a soft moan from the young beauty.
Then she gave a cry as two thick, black fingers penetrated her vagina, probing
deep into her most private place and sending pulses of excitement shooting
through her young body.
"Shit, she's wet as hell," he said. "Bitch is on heat."
"Get the slut down on the seat, I gotta fuck her. You wanna be fucked
don't you, baby?"
Tricia did not reply, but the stifled moan that escaped her lips as he
twisted his finger inside her told him her answer.
Strong hands were grabbing at the naked teenager again, dragging her
onto her back, stretching her across the seat. Tricia offered no resistance,
allowing the men to use her as they wanted. She knew they must think her a total
slut to behave this way, but she was aware that time was short, and that Tony
would be true to his word if the pair had not come by the time they reached the
truck stop.
"You ready for this?" asked the man.
"Yes," she gasped.
"Ask for it."
"Please fuck me."
"Nicer than that."
Tricia's humiliation was extraordinary, but she had to play Tony's game.
"Please fuck me," she said. "I want it so bad."
"Let's see that pretty pussy properly."
Her legs were yanked roughly apart and she stared down between the
mounds of her breasts to the hulking black man, who was examining her shaved
pussy. She knew she was wet down there, and that he would be aware of her
arousal, but still she thrust her hips up at him, making her compliance clear.
"Shit, this is one hot chick," murmured the man. "You want some cock
baby?"
"Yes. Yes please."
He pulled down his zipper and his cock emerged from his pants. It was
thick and black, and Tricia shivered with lust as she realized it would soon be
inside her.
Suddenly her head was pulled to the side, and she found a second ebony
erection right in front of her face. Without a word, the man grabbed a handful
of hair and thrust his hips against her face, forcing his cock into her mouth.
Tricia fought for breath as his massive member was jammed down her throat,
trying as best she could to close her lips about his shaft and suck.
Moments later her body was bucking under an onslaught from the other
end, as his companion rammed his pole into her dripping pussy, shaking her whole
body and making her breasts quiver deliciously as he began to fuck her hard.
For Tricia it had all happened so suddenly that she could barely come to
terms with what was happening to her. She wondered what Steve would say if he
could see the demure youngster he had dropped off little more than half an hour
ago, stretched naked in the back of a van whilst two black strangers thrust
their cocks into her.
The fucking was rough and violent, the two men using her without thought
for her own feelings, ramming their cocks into her compliant young body, staring
down at her nakedness and laughing at her obvious arousal.
Tricia was lost in her own lasciviousness now. For most women, a turn-on
would be silken sheets and champagne. How was it that she, Tricia, was so
aroused by this brutal, enforced sex? How could her body respond to this
careless treatment? Yet she was more turned on than she could ever be, her
lovely body thrashing about under this brute of a man whilst she sucked hungrily
at his friend's erection, her whole being on fire with desire.
All at once she felt the exquisite sensation of hot spunk pumping into
her vagina and, with a stifled moan, she came, her hips thrusting upwards in a
frenzy of desire. Even as she came, her mouth was filled with more semen, the
twitching black cock between he lips ejecting spurt after spurt of bitter spunk
into her mouth.
Tricia swallowed hard, her sex walls contracting about the cock in her
cunt as she drank down the other man's seed, her naked body still writhing. She
was lost now, in the depravity of her act, a total cheap slut, her naked body
out of control.
Then, as one, the two men withdrew, leaving her panting and gasping,
spunk trickling onto her thighs and onto her chin as she fought to regain her
composure.
All at once she realized that the van had come to a halt, and that the
men were opening the side door. She sat up and looked about her. They were in a
vast parking lot, lit by powerful floodlights. All around were large trucks and
about fifty yards distant Tricia could see a diner, with men standing around
outside.
"C'mon Cunt, help the guys get their stuff out."
Tony was holding out the key to the rear door. Tricia looked about
herself for her garment.
"Never mind that, get a fucking move on!"
"But I'm..."
But already Tricia was being manhandled from the van by the two black
men. Moments later she found herself standing naked on the parking lot,
listening to the whistles and yells of the truck drivers as they saw that the
lovely young girl was wearing no clothes.
Feeling the panic rise within her, the blushing youngster made her way
round to the rear. She fumbled with the keys, aware that more and more of the
men were coming out of the diner to see what was causing the commotion. Her two
passengers offered no help at all, just grinning at her, clearly enjoying her
embarrassment.
At last she wrenched open the door. The men's rucksacks were heavy, but
she wasted no time in hauling them out and placing them on the ground. She
slammed the door again and made to jump into the van, but the two men
intercepted her, grabbing her by the arm.
"What, no kiss goodbye?"
The first of the pair pulled her to him, his big hands grabbing her
breasts as his lips closed over hers, his tongue snaking into her mouth. Despite
her panic, Tricia felt her arousal sparked again as this strong man held her,
his hands roaming over her naked body as his tongue intertwined with hers. Then
she felt herself being pulled away from him from behind. The other man pulled
her head round and kissed her over her shoulder as he maneuvered her round to
face the cheering truck drivers. Tricia knew they were getting a full-frontal
view of her nudity now, yet she couldn't prevent the man forcing her thighs
apart and pressing his long black fingers into her vagina, making her hips
thrust forward against his hand as her perverse nature was once again brought to
the fore. He stopped kissing her and held her there, facing the men, her legs
spread wide, her knees bent as she thrust down against the hand that was
invading her so intimately. There was no pretence at restraining her now, her
nude body was putty in his hands as he used his other hand to caress her
breasts, pinching the erect nipples and sending pulses of pleasure through her.
Tricia came with a scream, her hips pumping back and forth in a lewd
dance of lust, her breasts shaking as her body shuddered with desire. She leaned
back against the man, momentarily oblivious to the shouts and comments of the
watching truckers as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her young body.
Then he was pushing her away, and the sudden realization of what she had
done began to come home to her. She looked about herself in dismay, unable to
comprehend what it was that had made her put on this extraordinary exhibition.
Once again she made a bolt for the van, and once again she was grabbed.
"Not so fast, baby," he said, holding up his hand. His fingers were
smeared with a mixture of spunk and cunt juice. "Clean this up," he ordered.
Tricia wanted to refuse, but she knew her protestations would fall on
deaf ears. Amid the laughter and ribald comments of the truck drivers, she
licked the man's fingers clean, swallowing down the sexual fluids that coated
his hand, all the time aware of the men scrutinizing her nude body. Only when he
was completely satisfied did he release his grip in her arm and allow her to
scurry round the van and jump inside.
Tony ran his eyes up and down her body, taking in the stiffness of her
nipples and the spunk and cunt juice smeared about her sex.
"I guess you'd better get cleaned up," he said. We've got a long night
ahead, you and me."
