The Degradation of Tricia Part 10
By Lia Anderssen
"Hello Tricia."
There was not a great deal of warmth in the greeting as Alison let
Tricia into her house. In truth, the two girls were not close friends, but the
pre-graduation party invitation had gone out to everyone in the class, so Tricia
had been included. The youngster smiled nervously at her schoolmate and stepped
through into the house.
Like Bella, Alison lived in a large house, set in two or three acres of
land beside a municipal park. Her parents were away for the weekend, and the
party had been planned for sometime. Already loud music was playing and, seated
on the stairs, some of the boys were swigging beer from the bottle.
Tricia wondered whether Steve had arrived yet. Although they had no
formal date for the party, she hoped to get together with him. To that end she
had worn a black mini dress that hugged her lovely curves beautifully, accenting
the swell of her breasts and the pert curvature of her backside. She felt rather
nervous wearing such a sexy item, but knew that Steve would be appreciative.
She moved through the rooms, exchanging greetings with her classmates
and receiving many approving looks from the boys, her cheeks reddening slightly
as she felt their eyes on her body. She thought of the striptease she had been
forced to do at the club, followed by the totally indecent show with the two
bodyguards. What would these people have said if they knew of her sordid secret
life? Still, there was only another week until graduation, then she could put
all of that behind her.
She entered the living room, and her heart gave a small leap as she
recognized Steve on the far side of the room. She began to walk toward him, then
checked her steps. Sitting beside the handsome young man was a girl, and the
pair were deep in conversation. In any other circumstances that wouldn't have
bothered Tricia too much, but the girl with Steve was not just any girl.
It was Bella.
Tricia stood and watched. The two were clearly at ease with one another,
laughing together, Bella placing a hand on Steve's knee as she whispered
something in his ear. Tricia felt a surge of jealousy as she watched her
tormentor chatting up the one man she really fancied. Yet, she told herself,
they were only talking. What harm was there in that? Steve had already expressed
his liking for her. Perhaps it was nothing. Still, she didn't want to talk to
Bella, so quietly withdrew and went back into the kitchen.
There, Alison and a group of other girls were having a giggly
conversation, Tricia hung around on the edge foe a while, feeling rather out of
place, then moved out into the entrance hall again.
"Hello, Cunt."
Tricia froze, a cold feeling gripping her stomach as she heard the
words. Tony was standing by the door, a grin on his face as he surveyed the
youngster.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" stammered Tricia.
"It's a free world."
"But..."
"I brought my disco equipment, and Alison invited me to stay. Wasn't
that nice?"
Tricia said nothing. There were two other boys from her class sitting on
the stairs, and she was aware that they could hear what was being said.
"Nice dress," went on Tony. "You know I care about what you wear."
Tricia looked at him. "No Tony," she begged. "Not here. Please."
"We had an agreement. I have something in my car that proves it."
Tricia looked at the two boys, who were clearly listening to what was
being said. She turned to Tony.
"There's more than three people in the house," she said.
"I know that. Come on, you've got three minutes."
Tricia knew she could expect no mercy from her tormentor. All at once
she lost the will to fight him.
"All right," she said.
There was a bathroom just off the hallway, and she slipped into it. She
unzipped her dress and removed her bra. Then she reached under her skirt and
slipped off her panties. She refastened the dress, then inspected herself in the
mirror. The dress fitted snugly, and she could see the outline of her nipples
through the thin fabric. Her lack of panty line was also apparent to anyone
examining her closely. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she contemplated
how vulnerable she was in this state.
She exited the bathroom to find Tony still standing where he had been.
He held out his hand. Tricia glanced across at the two boys. They were watching
her, and she wondered if they could tell that she now wore nothing under the
dress. Walking up close to Tony, she passed her bra and pants to him, balling
them up in the hope that the boys wouldn't see what she was holding. He grinned.
"Much better," he said.
Tricia glared at him, then, her cheeks glowing, headed back toward the
rest of the party.
For the next twenty minutes or so she wandered from room to room,
standing on the periphery of conversations, feeling somewhat left out. In the
front room, Bella continued to chat to Steve, leaving Tricia feeling bored and
frustrated.
She went upstairs to use the bathroom. As she emerged she encountered
the two boys who had been sitting on the stairs during her encounter with Tony.
Now they stood, side-by-side at the top of the stairs, blocking her path.
"Excuse me," she said.
"Hey Tricia, Leo and me want you to settle an argument for us."
"I...I don't understand."
"Just come in this bedroom for a moment."
"Yeah, it won't take a second."
Tricia eyed the pair. One was tall and a little geeky looking, wearing
thick glasses. His name was Hal. Leo, the one who had spoken first, was shorter,
with red hair and wearing baggy shorts.
"What kind of argument is it?"
"Come in her and we'll tell you," said Leo, holding the door open.
"Well, all right."
Tricia entered the bedroom. It was a large one, with a king-sized brass
bed in the center. The two boys stepped in after her and closed the door. It was
only then that Tricia realized that there was a fourth person in the room.
There, seated in an easy chair behind the door, sat Tony.
"Oh."
"Hello again. I understand you're going to settle an argument between
these two."
"I... Maybe it's not such a good idea."
"Sure it is. Go ahead Leo, ask her."
"Well..." Tricia could see the boy was embarrassed as he stared down at
the floor, his fingers intertwining with one another. "I kind of bet Hal that
you were naked under that dress."
"And I said you couldn't be," put in Hal. "I reckon you're just wearing
really silky underwear."
"Well there's a conundrum," put in Tony. "I guess you'd better show them
who's right."
Tricia stared at Tony, who grinned back at her. "After all, there's only
four of us in this room. I seem to remember we had an agreement."
"No Tony. Please don't."
"Don't what? Come on Tricia, settle the argument in the only way that
proves who's right. You know you want to."
Those words again! They cut into the pretty teenager like a knife. She
glanced round at the two boys' expectant faces, then back at Tony's. Then her
shoulders slumped.
"All right then," she said quietly. "I'll show you."
With that, she reached for the zipper at the side of her dress and
pulled it down. For a second she hesitated, holding the garment against her.
Then she let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it.
"Holy cow!"
"Shit, it's true!"
The two boys simply gaped at the beautiful teenager standing before them
totally nude, her soft, firm breasts jutting forward, the nipples hard. Their
gazes dropped down to her shaved crotch, and the slit of her sex. Tricia stood
there in front of them, her cheeks glowing red, her eyes cast down as she let
them take in her nakedness.
"Christ, Tricia, I can't believe you just stripped off in front of us."
There was a faint hint of contempt in Hal's voice, and Tricia felt the
color in her cheeks deepen as she realized that these two had probably never
seen a woman in the nude before. She stood, trembling slightly, as their eyes
wandered over her stiff teats and prominent slit.
"Like what you see guys?" asked Tony.
The pair nodded dumbly, clearly unable to take their eyes from the
vision of beauty in front of them.
"Touch if you like," he went on. "She likes being touched."
"Tony..." Tricia looked at him with pleading eyes.
"C'mon baby, you know you want to."
Tricia shivered slightly as Hal reached out a tentative hand. His
fingers closed about Tricia's breast, squeezing the soft flesh.
"Shit, her nipples are hard," he said to his friend.
Leo had been holding back but, seeing his companion's bold move, he too
stepped forward and took hold of Tricia's other breast. Their caresses were
clumsy, and they pinched at her protruding teats as she just stood there, her
arms at her side, her face scarlet.
"Feel her down below," said Leo.
Hal looked questioningly across at Tony, who nodded. Tricia could
scarcely believe that it had come to this, that she could allow herself to be
controlled so utterly by another person. Yet there was something perversely
stimulating about this submission to him. Some deeply seated masochistic
tendency inside her that made her crave this control.
She barely suppressed a gasp as she felt Hal's fingers trace the line of
her sex. Moments later he had slipped a finger into her vagina and was poking
crudely inside.
"She wet down there?" Leo's voice was almost a whisper.
"Sure. Hey Tricia, you never said you was up for it."
It was the first time he had addressed her since she had stripped naked,
and she couldn't think of anything to say.
"You are up for it, aren't you?" asked Hal, his insistent fingers
probing deeper into her. "I mean, you shave your pussy and everything."
"Sure she's up for it," said Tony. "After all babe, you know you want
to."
Despite her revulsion at these two nerdy boys touching up her naked
body, Tricia felt a surge of arousal at Tony's words. She looked at the pair.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
The pair shook their heads. Tricia could see the surprise in their
expressions as she replied. She doubted that she could trust them to keep quiet.
Her only hope was that they wouldn't be believed. After all, what were the
chances that one of the shyest and most beautiful girls in the class would agree
to a threesome with these two? Without another word she dropped to her knees and
began undoing Leo's pants.
His cock was surprisingly large, and stiff as a rod of iron. She was
afraid he might come before she had started as she felt it twitch violently
under her touch. She ran her fingers up his shaft, trying to blot from her mind
the fact that this was one of her schoolmates she was being so wanton with.
Opening her lips she took him into her mouth, bringing a groan from the boy.
Something nudged against her cheek, and she turned to see that Hal had
dropped his pants. His erection was smaller than Leo's, but no less hard. She
took it in her hand and began working the foreskin back and forth whilst still
sucking at Leo.
"Oh shit," moaned Leo. "God Tricia you're such a slut. Get on the bed. I
wanna fuck you proper."
He pulled the naked youngster to her feet and practically dragged her
across to the large bed. Tricia lay down on her back and spread her legs,
anxious to get the ordeal over with and to retrieve her dress.
Leo wasted no time, jumping up on the bed between Tricia's spread
thighs. He paused for a moment, clearly taking in her nakedness, his eyes fixed
on her open cunt, which was now perfectly displayed to him. Then he flopped
forward and began trying to maneuver his stiff cock into her open slit. His
efforts were clumsy and amateurish, so Tricia reached down between her legs and
guided his erection to her pussy.
"Push," she said.
Leo thrust forward and, with a gasp, penetrated the beautiful girl.
There was a sense of urgency about him as he rammed his cock home, then began
fucking her, his hips jabbing forward against hers.
He came with a grunt, almost before Tricia had begun to accept her own
arousal at being penetrated. In a way she was glad. She hadn't wanted him to see
her come. Her relief was short-lived, though, as Leo rolled aside and Hal took
his place.
Hal showed a little more finesse than his companion, finding Tricia's
pussy and easing his erection into her, then beginning to fuck her with even
thrusts. This time Tricia found herself responding to him, her own hips pressing
upwards as the delicious sensation of a stiff cock inside her began to kindle
her own desires.
"Shit! Is that Tricia?"
Tricia glanced in alarm toward the door. Another boy, Ben, had entered
and was watching in obvious fascination as the naked girl writhed about beneath
his classmate.
"Shut the door, Ben," said Leo. "The bitch is putting it out for us.
You'll get your turn."
Tricia wanted to protest. She hadn't expected this. She had hoped that
she would just have to surrender herself to these two, after which she planned
to flee the party. Now she saw Ben pulling his cock from his pants and working
his hand up and down his shaft as he watched her being fucked hard.
"Does she take it in the mouth?" he asked.
"Sure, she loves it. She's a real slut."
"Cool. C'mon Tricia, suck this."
He moved up beside the bed where Tricia lay and, pulling her head round,
pressed his erection between her lips. Tricia took him inside and began to suck,
even as she felt Hal shoot his load into her pussy.
Hal's orgasm was accompanied by a series of grunts as he emptied his
balls into the writhing teenager. Then he rolled aside.
"C'mon, Tricia, do it proper," said Ben. He pulled her from the bed and
forced her to her knees. Then he sat down on the edge and dragged her face down
into his lap. Tricia took his cock into her mouth once more and began to suck,
working her head back and forth as she did so.
"My god, she does it like a real whore," gasped Ben.
Then, to Tricia's horror, the door opened again.
"Hey Ben, what you... Holy shit!"
There were two of them, and they stood in the doorway, staring in
amazement at the naked girl, her lovely breasts shaking back and forth as she
fellated the boy.
"Tricia?"
"Sure. She wants it real bad! C'mon in, guys."
Tricia lifted her head from the cock she had been sucking.
"Listen guys. I'm not..."
"Shut the fuck up, Tricia and suck my dick. Close the door, fellas,
she'll get around to you in a second."
Tricia looked at the two new arrivals, who were already unfastening
their flies, then across at Tony, who was grinning broadly. Then, with a sigh,
she closed her lips about Ben's shaft and began to suck once more.
It didn't take long before she was gulping down Ben's spunk, much to the
amusement of those watching. Then she was pulled down onto the bed and her legs
forced open whilst another of her schoolmates thrust his young cock into her
vagina.
"What the hell's going on in here?"
Tricia glanced over the shoulder of the boy who was fucking her and into
the eyes of Alison, her hostess.
"Shit Tricia, what do you think you're doing?"
Even as she spoke the boy on top if Tricia gave a grunt of pleasure as
he unloaded his balls into the writhing youngster beneath him. Tricia gasped as
she felt her cunt fill with hot semen, her breasts shaking as his climax
continued.
"Are you giving these guys a gang-bang?" asked Alison in amazement.
"Right here in my parents' bedroom?"
"I...I..."
Tricia couldn't find the words she needed as more and more faces
appeared at the door. The boy had climbed off her now, and she lay, spreadeagled
and naked in the bed, the spunk trickling from her cunt onto the bedspread. The
boys, who had been laughing and shouting encouragement as they watched her
ravishment had backed off now, zipping up their flies and gazing sheepishly at
Alison.
Get out of here, you guys. As for you, Tricia, you dirty little whore,
get off that bed."
Tricia, her cheeks burning, rose from the bed, only too aware of her
nudity amongst all these clothed people. There were about fifteen people crowded
about the doorway now, all craning for a look at the beautiful, naked youngster.
"Get the hell out of my house, you damned slut!" ordered Alison.
Tricia glanced about her. Her dress was nowhere to be seen.
"I... My dress," she protested.
"Just get out!"
Allison grabbed her by the hair and thrust her out onto the landing.
Tricia stared about at the crowd gathered there. These were her friends and
schoolmates, yet she could detect no sympathy in their eyes. The boys were
eyeing her breasts and shaved cunt with undisguised interest, many of them
laughing. In the eyes of the girls, Tricia saw nothing but contempt.
Slowly they parted as she made her way toward the stairs. Somebody spat
at her, the saliva hitting her naked breast and tricking down over the nipple.
Then a hand lashed out, striking her across the face, Another hit the soft flesh
of her backside. A beer can hit her on her crutch, and a hand reached out and
pinched her nipple viciously.
Tricia staggered down the stairs, dodging the blows and the gobs of
spittle that kept on coming. Her eyes were blurred with tears now as she stared
into the faces of her school companions, then looked away.
The youngster was pushed and jostled toward the back door of the house,
then found herself in the garden. The door slammed behind her, and she was
alone. She looked back at the many pairs of eyes gazing at her through the
windows, then staggered off blindly across the garden.
Tricia had no idea where she was going, or what she could do. She was
completely naked, her shaved cunt weeping spunk, her body covered in spittle and
pinch marks. At the bottom of the garden was a gate that led into a park beyond.
Beside it was a shed, and the naked girl went behind this, out of sight of
prying eyes, and sat down on the grass.
Tricia's mind was empty of all emotion now. She just sat and stared
blankly in front of her, the shame and humiliation numbing her mind. She
couldn't believe that all of her classmates had seen her nude, and knew how she
had given herself so freely. She knew she could never face them again, and that
her life at school was over.
"Here she is. I told you she was still here."
"Shit, he's right. Look."
Tricia looked up in alarm. About a dozen of the boys from the party had
followed her to the bottom of the garden, and were standing round, staring down
at her. She wrapped an arm across her breasts and covered her pussy with her
hand, staring round anxiously.
"Let's fuck her right here."
"Nah, Alison said we're not to touch her on her property."
"Let's take her into the park. We can do what we like there."
Tricia listened to their conversation without really taking it in. Now,
as they grabbed her arms and forced her to her feet, she began to struggle.
"No, you mustn't," she protested. "Just leave me alone."
"Shit, Tricia, we already know what a slut you are. You gotta share it
about."
"Sure. C'mon boys, get her over to those trees."
They dragged the protesting youngster across a stretch of grass and into
a small copse. Then they pulled her to the ground. Tricia tried to break free,
but they grasped her wrists and ankles, spreading her legs wide, allowing the
boys to ogle her open sex.
"I'm first."
One of the boys had already opened his jeans, his cock stiff and erect.
He knelt down between the legs of the struggling girl.
"C'mon Pete, give her what she wants."
"Fuck the bitch."
"Give it to her."
The boy fell onto Tricia's naked body. Moments later she felt his thick
cock invade her cunt.
Tricia had stopped struggling now, resigned to the rape and gang-bang
she knew she faced. After all, what did it matter? They were right, she was a
slut. Just a cunt, only good for fucking. Someone was waving a half-erect cock
in her face and, raising her head, she took it into her mouth.
"See. I told you she was up for it."
"Dirty little cocksucker."
"Get a move on Pete. We all want a piece."
For the next hour, Tricia's mind was a blur of cocks and spunk. They
came in her mouth, her vagina and her ass, laughing and jeering as she complied
with their every demand, sucking and fucking each of them, occasionally groaning
as another orgasm ran through her lovely, ravished body. She didn't know how
many of the young men fucked her. At one point she thought that a group of
passing strangers had joined in, fucking her hard to the cheers of the other
boys, but she wasn't sure. She was also aware of flashguns going off, but she
was beyond caring now, offering her ass, mouth and cunt for the boys' usage and
coming again and again.
At last she had satisfied all of them, and she found herself alone,
lying on her back in the grass, her legs spread, spunk seeping from her cunt and
ass. She felt totally violated, her tits swollen, her hair matted with dirt and
semen, her sweaty body streaked with dirt. She watched the last of the boys walk
away from her, giving her a final contemptuous glance. Then she was alone.
She must have passed out for a short time. Then she heard voices,
seemingly far away, and she slowly opened her eyes. There, standing over her,
staring down at her naked body, stood Bella, hand in hand with Steve.
Tricia felt her stomach churn as she gazed up into the eyes of the boy
she so loved and admired. Now she could read nothing but scorn in his gaze as he
surveyed her body.
"Been fucked enough yet, Cunt?" asked Bella. "Piece of luck that Steve
got to see what a slut you are before it was too late."
Steve shook his head." I thought you were a real nice girl, Tricia.
Shit, you wouldn't even let me touch your tits. Yet you must have fucked with
twenty guys this evening."
"Sure, she was always at it," smirked Bella. "There was the guy she
picked up when she was walking the streets with no skirt or pants on, our black
housekeeper, a gang of bikers, two hitchhikers she picked up. There's loads of
them."
"C'mon, Bella," said Steve, putting his arm about her. "I've seen
enough."
"Oh, one more thing," said Bella. "A couple of the guys brought digital
cameras to the party. They're all inside now, loading the pictures onto the
school's website, so everybody gets to see hose pretty tits and cunt. Oh, and
that video. It's gone to the Principal's office. We decided it'll be much more
fun to get the Math professor, Mr Roberts sacked. I guess the Principal will
have to show the tape to your parents. Bye now."
Tricia watched the pair depart, her mind numb. She knew she could never
show her face at school again. She had lost everything. Her school, college, her
boyfriend, her parents' respect and, most of all, her dignity.
Slowly she dragged herself to her feet and began walking. There were
still some late strollers in the park, and they stared in surprise and disgust
at the naked girl, coated with filth and spunk as she walked past them,
apparently oblivious to their stares.
The path led to a fountain. and she climbed into the water and washed
herself the best she could, once again ignoring the stares of the passers-by.
When at last the worst of the dirt and semen was removed she walked to the
entrance of the park, having no idea what she should do next. As she reached the
road, she heard the sound of a powerful engine approaching. She turned to see a
huge tractor-trailer unit bearing down upon her.
In a spur-of-the moment decision, she turned to face the truck. Then she
spread her legs and held out her thumb. Moments later she heard the vehicle
begin to slow.
Stu Peters stood at the club bar and looked about him. He was no
stranger to this kind of club, and the decor and decorations were much like any
other. The small stage with the pole in the center was bare at the moment, but
he had to admit that a few minutes earlier he had witnessed one of the most
erotic performances he had ever seen on that very stage. Even more
extraordinary, the performer, who had been entirely nude throughout the
performance, was now serving drinks to the customers, still naked.
He eyed the girl. She was not much more than eighteen years old, quite
petite, but with a stunning figure. Her young breasts jutted forward enticingly
with no hit of sag, the hard nipples dark and desirable. Her ass was pert and
shapely, and it wiggled deliciously as she walked.
But it was her cunt that most caught his attention. It was devoid of
hair, the mound large, the lips prominent and visible. He had never seen a girl
with so visible a cunt, and so willing to let men see it. He watched as she bent
forward over the table she was serving, her legs planted deliberately apart so
that his view of her vagina and anus was unrestricted. She had a shamelessness
he had never before encountered, and he found himself fascinated by her gorgeous
body.
Yet her face displayed no emotion at all. It was a beautiful face, with
large, almond eyes, a pert little nose and eminently kissable lips. But her
expression was set, her gaze apparently fixed at a distance, almost as if her
mind was in a different place entirely.
She handed the change to one of the men at the table, and he said
something to her. She nodded her head, and Stu noticed that she widened her
stance. Sitting down, the man must now have a perfect view of her bare sex, yet
she showed no sign of embarrassment.
What happened next surprised even Stu. The man at the table took a ten
dollar bill and folded it over and over on itself until it formed a thin taper
in his hand. Then, reaching down between the girl's legs, he slipped the bill
into her vagina. The naked beauty stood, unmoving, as he pressed the note far up
her cunt, his fingers penetrating her all the way. His hand lingered where it
was, frigging her whilst his friends looked on, laughing. At last he withdrew
his fingers. There was no mistaking the fact that they were wet with the girl's
juices as he held them up for his friends to see. Then he beckoned to the girl
and she leant forward and licked them clean.
Stu felt his cock hardening in his pants. This was the most brazen
display he had ever witnessed, yet still the girl's face was devoid of
expression.
"She's quite something isn't she?"
Stu turned to see the club's owner standing at his side.
"She sure is. Where'd she come from?"
"A guy brought her in one day and she did a free strip. Then she waited
on a private party and got fucked for her trouble. About a week later she turns
up on my doorstep, naked as you see her now. She'd been dropped off by a truck,
and had obviously paid for her ride with that pretty body."
"And she was naked?"
"That's right. Asked for a job. Who the hell would say no? I gave her a
little room out back and she started next day. Turned up at he club without a
stitch. I offered to get her some clothes, but she wasn't interested."
"Shit! So she walks about like that all the time?"
"Sure. Except once a month she puts on this little purple dress and
takes the bus to town. She banks her money, goes to the beauty parlor to have
her pussy waxed, then heads down the rough end of town and gets picked up by
some low-life or other."
Stu shook his head. "Hell, that's weird."
He continued drinking and watching the young beauty as she made her way
about the club, her firm breasts jiggling delightfully with every step. Then,
suddenly, she was approaching him.
"Can I get you another beer?"
He looked at her. Her face was still without expression. He couldn't
help letting his eyes drop down to her breasts, and he noted that the nipples
were hard.
"Like what you see?"
The comment took him by surprise, and for a moment he was flustered.
"I'm sorry I..."
"No need to apologize. All the men look at me like that. I get used to
it."
"I..."
"Listen, my break's just starting. Would you like to come outside with
me?"
"Come outside?"
"Sure. Your pants are bulging. I can relieve that. That's what I do.
It's all I'm good for. Don't worry, there's no charge."
She took the beer from his hand and placed it on the bar. Then she took
hold of his arm. Stu could scarcely believe this was happening as the lovely,
naked teenager took him out into the sunlight.
She led him over to a line of parked cars.
"You don't mind doing it out here do you?" she asked. "I want people to
watch. I want them to know what a slut I am."
At once she dropped to her knees and pulled down Stu's zipper. Moments
later her lips were around his cock and she was sucking at it with vigor. She
fellated him expertly, her tongue licking at his stiff shaft, making him groan
aloud with arousal. Then she rose to her feet and leaned back against the hood
of one of the cars. She spread her legs and immediately began rubbing her clit
with her fingers. She looked into his eyes.
"Will you fuck me now, please?" she asked. "You know you want to."
THE END
