The Degradation of Tricia

Part 2

The degradation of Tricia
Part 2

       "Tricia!"

	The pretty young teenager froze in her tracks, then turned around
cautiously. She gave a little sigh of relief when she saw the friendly face of
Steve Sutton standing in the school corridor beside her locker.

	"Steve," she said.

	"What's the matter, Tricia? For a moment you looked almost scared."

	"Oh, nothing. You took me by surprise, that's all."

	"I'd have thought a pretty girl like you often got people wanting to
talk to her."

	Tricia smiled. "Flatterer," she said, though she was secretly pleased at
the compliment from the handsome young student.

	"Listen Tricia, I've got movie tickets for tonight," said Steve. "Would
you like to go with me?:

	"Movie tickets?"

	Steve looked embarrassed. "Actually I'd planned to go with Tom, but he
can't make it."

	"So I'm second best?"

	His face turned a deeper red. "It's not like that. In fact I'd wanted to
ask you out for a while, but I guess I was afraid you'd say no."

	Tricia smiled again. "The only way to find out was to ask me."

	"So will you go?"

	"Sure."

	"Great. I'll pick you up at six. Only I'll be driving my Mom's car so I
have to be home by nine-thirty."

	"That's no problem. See you tonight."

	"Great."

	Steve lived locally with his parents. Tricia, like many of the students
at this expensive school, had her own apartment. Her father's job involved
moving about the country a lot, and his company paid the fees and accommodation
that allowed her to live away from home. It was the very fact that she was
attending such an exclusive school that made her anxious to get good grades.
Anxious enough to have got her into the situation she was in.

	Tricia was glad that Steve had invited her out. It gave her a chance to
forget her predicament, and her behavior on the night before. After the men had
left, she had lain for more than an hour, turning over and over in her mind what
had happened to her. She had been defiled by two rough slobs. Had flaunted her
naked body to them, then had allowed them to fuck her. She was disgusted with
herself. Yet how had she managed to come three times? What kind of perversions
lurked deep in her psyche that had allowed her lovely young body to respond to
her degradation in such a manner? She really couldn't understand it.

	"Got a date with Steve then, Cunt?"

	Tricia hadn't noticed Bella hanging about near her locker. The girl had
clearly heard everything. Tricia's heart sank as the dark-haired beauty
approached her.

	"You gonna fuck with him like you did the two guys last night? Sounded
like quite a party you had at your place."

	Tricia felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Damn Tony! How dare he share
what had happened with his awful sister?

	"By the way, you still look great on film."

	"What?"

	Bella pulled something from an envelope and handed it to Tricia. The
girl gave a little moan of despair as she looked down at the pictures in her
hand.

	They were of poor quality, and clearly printed from a computer, but
there was no doubting what the images showed. There stood Tricia, stark naked,
pounding a vibrator into her shaved pussy, her face a picture of lust. Behind
were the grinning faces of Hal and Pete.

	The second shot showed her lying on her back, her legs spread, her eyes
fixed on the erect cock in front of her. In the third she was peering red-faced
over Hal's shoulder, her naked body stretched beneath him.

	"Those are just the stills," said Bella. "You should see the video! It's
amazing how small they make these cameras nowadays!"

	Tricia stared at the pictures. Things just seemed to be getting worse.

	"So you'll be joining us Saturday,"  said Bella. And that's not a
question, it's an order. What's that code Tony uses? You know you want to."

	With that she snatched the pictures from Tricia, then turned and walked
away, leaving the youngster staring after her in dismay.





	"How did you enjoy the picture?"

	"I liked it"

	"You want to get a coffee somewhere?"

	"Sure. Let's"

	Tricia sat back in the passenger seat of the car, enjoying the ride, and
the company. Steve had been the perfect host, arriving on time and proving a
witty and likeable companion. Just for a while the young girl had been able to
forget her troubles and immerse herself in a good movie. Now, as she glanced
across at her handsome date, she realized how she had missed the companionship
of a man during the semester.

	They pulled into the parking lot of a coffee house near the center of
town. Tricia had passed the place before but, since it was a good three miles
from her apartment, had never been inside. Steve opened the door for her and
Tricia climbed out. She was wearing a fetching miniskirt and a short blouse that
showed off her midriff, and she knew that Steve was giving her appreciative
looks as she walked along beside him

	Inside it was well-lit and quite busy, mainly young couples. Steve led
her over to a booth beside the wall toward the back of the establishment and sat
down beside her. They ordered their drinks and were soon deep in conversation.

	So much was Tricia enjoying herself, that she completely failed to
notice the dark figure who entered about twenty minutes later. It wasn't until
he walked up to their table that she noticed him. When she did se him, though,
it gave her a nasty turn.

	"Hello," said Tony.

	"Oh!" was her startled reply as she stared into his smiling face.

	"Aren't you going to introduce me?"

	"Yes. Th-this is Steve. He's at school with me. Steve, this is Tony."

	"Hi Steve."

	"Hello."

	Tricia could see that her date was somewhat taken aback by the presence
of this older man, who apparently knew Tricia well.

	"Mind if I join you?"

	"We're leaving pretty soon."

	"Don't go yet. Have another coffee with me."

	Tony waved an arm. "Three more coffees over here. Now tell me, what have
you two been up to?"

	They told him about the movie whilst the coffees were delivered.

	"I must comment on your clothes tonight, Tricia," said Tony.

	"Thank you. I... oh god!"

	"What's the matter, Tricia?" asked Steve.

	"Nothing. I-I need to use the ladies' room."

	"Sure."

	Steve rose to his feet to let her out of the booth.

	Tricia's mind was a whirl as she made her way to the restrooms. It was
not until Tony had passed the comment that she had remembered the dress rule.
Only one item of clothing allowed when she was with him. At least there were
more than three others present but, as she stared at herself in the mirror, she
knew she had a problem.

	How could she possibly only wear one item? She couldn't remove the skirt
or the blouse. There was no way to obey. Still she must do something.

	Slipping into a booth she stripped off her blouse and bra, then replaced
the top. She reached beneath the skirt and pulled down her pants. It wasn't
exactly what she had been told to do, but surely he must understand? There was a
pocket in the side of her skirt, and she slipped her underwear into it, patting
down the bulge as best she could.

	She slipped back into the bathroom and paused before the mirror. The
blouse she wore clung quite tightly to her skin, and she could see the  outline
of her nipples pressed against the cloth. She hoped it wasn't too obvious.
Taking a final glance at her reflection, she made her way back into the coffee
house.

	Steve was talking with Tony, but she suspected her date was none too
pleased with the extra company. As she joined them again, she had a sense of
Steve staring at her breasts, and she felt the color rise in her cheeks as she
slid into the booth.

	"Hi, again," said Tony. "Your coffee's arrived."

	"Thanks," she replied.

	At that moment Tony reached across for the sugar and, in doing so
knocked his wallet, which had been in front of him, onto the floor.

	"Damn!" he said. He ducked down under the table to retrieve it. Seconds
later Tricia gave a start as she felt his hand on her knee. Her immediate
instinct was to close her legs, but just in time she checked the impulse,
sitting frozen as she felt Tony's hand slide up her inner thigh under her skirt.

	It was all she could do to stop herself exclaiming aloud as his fingers
found her sex. She squirmed in her seat as his finger penetrated her, twisting
round inside her sex and sending pulses of unwanted excitement through her
vibrant young body.

	Then, as suddenly as the assault had begun, it was over, and Tony was
withdrawing his fingers. He rose from beneath the table holding his wallet, a
smile on his face.

	"Can't go losing that," he said. "You okay, babe? You're face looks
flushed."

	Tricia shook her head. "I'm fine."

	"Listen Tricia," put in Steve. "I've got to be getting back. I only have
the car until nine-thirty."

	Tricia looked at him with relief. "Sure," she said.

	"But she doesn't need to be home yet," interrupted Tony. "Stay and
finish your coffee."

	"But I'm with Steve."

	"Steve won't mind. He's got to be getting home anyway. I'm going your
way."

	Tricia looked at Steve. He was clearly no more taken with this plan than
she was.

	"I really should go with Steve..."

	"Nonsense. You've hardly touched your coffee. Stay and finish it. You
know you want to."

	The last five words sent a chill through Tricia's body. The last thing
she wanted was to stay with Tony. But the consequences of disobeying him were
unthinkable."

	"All right," she said reluctantly. "Steve, you don't mind do you? I've
had a great evening."

	Steve clearly did mind, but put on a brave face.

	"That's okay, Tricia. I enjoyed it too. Shall we do it again, say this
weekend?"

	"I-I'm sorry, I can't this weekend," said Tricia, glancing at Tony.
"Maybe next week?"

	"Yeah. Yeah okay. Well, goodnight."

	Tricia looked at him, hoping he would kiss her, but he turned away.

	"Why did you have to do that?" she asked Tony.

	He grinned. "You fancy him do you?"

	Tricia said nothing.

	"Now, about your punishment."

	"Punishment?"

	"You know the rules. One item of clothing. You've got a blouse and a
skirt on."

	"But what could I do? I didn't know you'd be here."

	"You disobeyed me. That's ten strokes on your ass."

	"Please. That's just not fair."

	"You agreed to the rules. Things are gonna get much worse if you don't
comply soon."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Either the blouse or the skirt has to come off. Right now."

	"Don't be ridiculous. This is a public place!"

	Tony reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out. It was an
oblong package, the size and shape of a video tape. He held it up for her to
see. It was addressed to her parents' home, and was stamped.

	"There's a mailbox just outside. I can have this inside it in thirty
seconds."

	Tricia gasped. "You wouldn't."

	"Just watch me."

	Tony rose to his feet, bringing a cry from the teenager.

	"No! Wait!"

	Tony paused. "You gonna obey me?"

	Tricia looked about her. Their booth was against the wall at the back of
the cafe. From her position close to the wall, she was almost hidden. She knew
she must do something to appease her tormentor.

	"All right," she said. "But just for a minute. Just to show I'm
obedient."

	Tony sat down opposite her and watched her expectantly.

	Slowly, Tricia moved her hand down beneath the table and unbuttoned her
skirt. She slid down the zipper. Then, taking a final glance about her, she
raised her backside and slipped the skirt down her legs and off. She brought it
out and placed it on the table, her cheeks glowing.

	"There. Satisfied now?"

	He grinned. "That's much better, Cunt." He took the skirt and slipped it
into his jacket.

	Tricia watched in some alarm. "I said just for a minute," she said.
Can't you leave it on the table? Someone might notice I've got nothing on
underneath."

	"So what?" He sat back. "Now tell me, how was your date?"

	"It... It was all right."

	"Did you tell him about our date last night? How you walked about naked
with three guys? How you brought yourself off for us, then fucked two strangers,
one after the other?"

	Tricia's cheeks were burning now. "No," she said.

	"Pity. How does it feel being bare-assed in here?"

	"Horrible."

	"Shoulda thought about that before you came out."

	He pulled out her skirt again and Tricia reached for it gratefully. But
instead of giving it to her he began feeling in the pockets. He pulled out her
bra and panties and held them up to examine them. Tricia looked about in alarm,
hoping nobody was watching. Then he put them back and pulled a key from the
other pocket.

	"What's this?"

	"It's the key to my apartment."

	He put it down on the table, then pulled out a ten dollar bill and
placed it next to the key.

	"That should cover the coffees," he said. Then he rose to his feet,
tucking her skirt back into his jacket.

	"Gotta go," he said. "Have a good evening, Cunt."

	For a second Tricia thought she had misheard him. Then, as he stepped
away from the table she felt the panic rise inside her.

	"Tony!" she said. But he just walked away.

	"Tony!" she shouted. She half rose to her feet, then noticed that people
were turning and looking in her direction and sat down at once.

	Her stomach churned as she watched him walk out of the cafe, taking with
him her clothes. Now she had nothing but the blouse on, and that didn't even
come down as far as her navel. She was totally vulnerable. It was like a bad
dream in which everyone about her was clothed, but she was naked.

	Except this wasn't a dream.

	She sat, unable to move, staring at the door, hoping against hope that
he would come back. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. People passed her going to and
from the restrooms. Thankfully none paid her much attention.

	"Are you done Miss?"

	The voice made Tricia jump. She looked up to see the waiter standing
beside the table. She slid forward in her seat, although her lack of clothing
was hidden from him as long as he stood where he was.

	"I-I'm sorry?"

	"Can I get you more coffee?"

	"N-no. I'm fine."

	"Here's your check then."

	He placed a piece of paper on the table. Tricia pushed forward the ten
dollars.

	"Pay at the counter on your way out."

	"No. I-I mean couldn't I pay you?"

	"Sorry Miss, I'm not allowed to handle money. Pay at the counter."

	And with that he was gone.

	Tricia looked about her anxiously. There were about twenty other people
in the cafe, nearly all couples. She knew the movie house would turn out soon,
though, and swell the crowd. What if someone she knew came in? She'd never live
it down. If only there was a way to sneak out, but the only entrance was at the
front.

	Slowly it began to dawn on her that she had no alternative. She would
have to walk across to the counter and pay the bill before she could escape. She
would have to stand up and show to a room full of strangers that her cunt and
ass were bare. And she would have to do it soon, before even more people came
in.

	She picked up her key from the table and slipped it into a pocket in her
blouse. Then she gathered the check and the ten dollars. She glanced about her.
Most of the other customers seemed to be in conversation with their partners.
Someone was just paying their bill, but there was nobody behind him in the queue
at the till. With any luck she could be out with not too many people even
noticing her.

	As the man moved away from the till, Tricia took a deep breath. Then she
rose from her seat and walked as quickly as she could to the counter.

	She was about halfway across the room before she saw a head turn her
way. The man gazed at her in surprise for a moment, then nudged his partner, who
also turned to look. Tricia felt the heat in her cheeks rise as the pair stared
at her bare cunt, but she kept moving.

	She was nearly at the till when someone rose from a table in front of
her and moved to the counter. Tricia gave a gasp of dismay as she realized that
she would have to wait for the couple to pay their bill ahead of her. Around her
more heads were turning in her direction, and she felt the panic rising inside
her as the fingers began to point.

	She paused behind the man at the counter. He seemed to be having a
discussion about the bill with the member of staff serving. Tricia felt the
panic increase as she heard chairs scraping back as other customers stood for a
better view of her nudity.

	As the man in front of her haggled his partner turned to her. At first
her expression was apologetic. Then her eyes dropped to Tricia's naked sex, and
her expression was replaced with one of shock. Tricia lowered her eyes, wishing
this awful nightmare would end.

	At last the man in front of her was done. As he turned away, his partner
nudged him and pointed at Tricia, whose face was bright scarlet by now. The
teenager moved as close to the counter as she could, concealing her nudity from
the girl at the till. The whole restaurant was watching now, the waiters
gathered at the kitchen door, their eyes glued on her bare ass, nudging one
another and grinning.

	Tricia didn't even wait for her change. As she almost ran to the exit,
cheers broke out and some of the waiters started whistling. At the door, a young
couple were entering and she was obliged to stand aside for them, noting the
shock in their expressions as they stared at her. Then, at last, she was out,
the cheers and whistles ringing in her ears as she hurried down the street.

	It was only then that she realized the true seriousness of her position.
It was about three miles back to her apartment. The street she was on was
well-lit, with cars passing and other pedestrians about. Even now a man across
the street was pointing at her, and a passing car sounded its horn.

	Tricia looked around. A group of young men was approaching her from in
front, whilst behind more people were walking in her direction. She glanced
about her wildly. Just ahead was a dark narrow street, and she ran to it,
darting down the sidewalk, then pausing, her back pressed against the wall, her
breath coming in short gasps. The men passed the end of the street without
looking her way. She gave a sigh of relief.

	She began making her way down the street, glancing about her all the
time. She took a right into another deserted thoroughfare and hurried along it.
She came to a dark alleyway and slipped into it, her heart pounding.

	This would never do. She couldn't get home by ducking down alleyways all
the time. But what was she to do? She had no way of covering her nudity.

	No way of covering herself. Suddenly she felt an odd thrill of
excitement at that thought. She was exhibiting herself in the most blatant
manner. She had just stood in a room full of people with her cunt and ass on
open display. Why had she not tried to cover herself? Surely  she couldn't be
finding her predicament stimulating? Yet even now, as she gazed down at her bare
pussy, she felt a shiver of perverse excitement run through her.

	She moved her hand down between her legs and rubbed her clitoris, giving
a low moan as she felt how swollen it was. Opening her legs wider, she slipped a
finger into her vagina, gasping at the lustful sensation. She looked about her.
At any moment someone might come along and find her there. She thought of Tony's
rough friends, who had fucked her so casually and brutally. What if someone like
that  found her? Her bare cunt was an invitation to rape her, and there would be
nothing she could do to stop them

       "My name is Cunt," she said quietly. Then she leaned her shoulders back
against the wall, pressing her hips forward and began to masturbate, suddenly
loving the accessibility her nudity gave her to her sex.

       She frigged herself hard, her fingers making a squelching sound in the
wetness of her vagina. As she masturbated, she fantasized about what would
happen if she were caught like this, her shaved pussy wet with her juices and on
view to all.

	All at once a pair of bright headlights turned into the street. For a
moment she was caught in the beams, her back pressed against the wall, her
finger pounding into her cunt. In a split second she was brought back to the
reality of her situation, and she snatched her hand away, cowering back. She
moved further into the alley.

	At that moment she saw the car stop right at the entrance to the alley.
It was a fairly late model car, but had seen better days. As she watched, the
passenger window rolled down and the driver leaned across.

	"You doing business?"

	Tricia stayed silent.

	"Hey baby, I'm talking to you. You doing business?"

	Still she said nothing, her throat dry.

       "What about it baby? I got money."

	All at once Tricia realized what was happening. The man was
kerb-crawling. Looking for a prostitute. Having seen her in the alley, he had
assumed that was what she was.

       "No!" she called, retreating into the darkness of the alley. "Go away!"

       The driver peered after her for a short time, then pulled away again.
Tricia watched him go, wondering if he had seen her condition. She had only been
in his headlights for a moment, so perhaps he hadn't

       "Hey Lady, you doing business?"

       The words came from behind her. The voice was young, and there was a
mocking tone to it.

       "Yeah, lady. Come do some business with us."

       This time the voice was in front of her. Tricia froze, gazing about her.
Then she felt the panic rise inside her as the figures emerged from the shadows.

	"Who is she?"

	"Fuck knows. Hey lady, come over here."

	As Tricia's eyes slowly became accustomed to the gloom, she began to
discern them. There were about half a dozen of them, all young boys, around
sixteen years old, she guessed. Street punks. They came at her from all
directions. She stood where she was, her heart pounding as they walked up to
her.

	The first to reach her was a dark-haired boy, wearing baggy trousers and
a basketball shirt. He stopped short in front of her, and his eyes dropped to
her crotch.

	"Shit, she's got no pants on," he said.

	"Bullshit. Bring her here under the light."

	"C'mon lady. Come show the boys."

	He took hold of Tricia's hand, but she pulled it away.

	"Leave me alone," she said

	Another of the boys had reached her now, his mouth hanging open as he
stared at her.

	"Help me bring her under the light," said the first.

	They grabbed hold of Tricia's wrists. They were tough street kids, and
Tricia found herself being dragged toward a streetlamp at the bottom of the
alley. The other youngsters were gathering about her now, pushing and prodding
her as she staggered forward.

	Once under the light, the boys gathered about her, their eyes fixed on
her naked pussy.

	"Shit, she's got no hair down there," said one, pointing.

	"She must be a whore. My brother told me whores shave down there."

	"You a whore, lady?"

	Tricia shook her head. "Leave me alone."

	"Maybe we should take her down to your dad. He's a policeman isn't he?"

	"No!" said the girl fearfully. "Not that!"

	"You scared of the police or something?"

	"No I..." Tricia's voice trailed off. She knew she shouldn't have shown
her fear so much. The kids had clearly picked up on it.

	"She don't want the police to see her like that," said one of the boys.

	"The dark-haired one stepped forward, staring into Tricia's face.

	"Show us your tits."

	"What?"

	"Show us your tits, or we'll take you down to meet Joey's Dad."

	"Listen I..."

	"Show us!"

	"If I show you, will you leave me alone?"

	"Show us first."

	Tricia felt the resistance drain out of her. Reluctantly she reached up
and began unbuttoning her blouse. She undid the buttons one by one, pausing when
she reached the bottom.

	Tricia gazed round at the eager young faces. They were just boys. At
school she would have dismissed them with a wave of her hand. The idea of baring
her breasts to them would have been unthinkable. But here, she was decidedly at
a disadvantage. There were six of them, and only one of her.

        "C'mon, let's see them."

	Her cheeks glowing, the lovely teenager undid the last button, then
pulled her blouse open. Her pale, firm breasts jutted forward, the brown nipples
hard and protruding.

	One of the boys giggled. Another whistled. Then a hand reached out and
closed over the softness of her young breast, squeezing it clumsily. Tricia
reached up to pull the hand away, but strong fingers grabbed her arms, pulling
her back against the lamppost.

	The boys were all around her now, grabbing and squeezing her breasts.
Others probed between her legs, fingers penetrating her vagina as the boys
became bolder. Something hot and slimy splashed onto her belly and she realized
that one of the boys had his cock in his hand and had been masturbating hard.

	A hand slid down the crack of her backside and began to probe her anus.
More fingers were shoved into her cunt, whilst others were pinching her nipples.
Tricia felt the panic rise inside her as they groped her naked flesh, crowding
in on her, their hands everywhere.

	"Let's take her to the empty place," said one of the boys. "There's a
mattress in the cellar. We can fuck her down there."

	"No!" she cried, But already more of them were unzipping their pants,
their stiff cocks protruding from their flies.

       Suddenly she saw a light at the top of the alley. It was the car that had
stopped earlier. It stopped again and she could just make out the figure of the
man peering through the window.

	It was then that she realized this was her one chance to get away. She
couldn't outrun the youngsters for long, and they would overpower her by sheer
numbers. The thought of being gang-fucked in a deserted basement by a group of
young boys was beyond the pale.

	As they became more confident with their near- naked captive the boys
had stopped restraining her arms, taking their opportunity to grab and pinch her
bare flesh. She braced herself, knowing she would only get one chance.

	With a sudden effort she shoved them aside, sending two of the boys
sprawling. Then she leapt forward and ran toward the car.

	"Grab her," shouted one of the boys, but already she had a lead on them.

	The car began to move.

	"Wait!" shouted Tricia. "You want to do some business?"

	The car stopped. The boys were closing on her, but with one final effort
she lunged for the door, pulling it open and jumping inside.

       "You change your mind?"

	"Just drive away from here," she begged, pulling her blouse closed
across her breasts.

	The man looked up and saw the youngsters approaching. He gunned the
throttle and the car sped off down the street.

	They drove for about two blocks, then he drew up and turned to Tricia,
switching on his interior light. For the first time, Tricia could see the man.
He was in his mid-forties, with balding head. He reminded her of her father.

	He looked at her and gave a low whistle.

	"Fuck me, you're ready for it aren't you? I thought you was wearing
tight pants back there, but you're fucking bare-assed. You must need the
business bad."

	"I... I do," said Tricia, lowering her eyes, holding her blouse closed
across her breasts.

	"How old are you? Not much more than eighteen I'll wager. What the fuck
is a pretty young thing like you doing on the game, and walking about flashing
her cunt?

	Tricia said nothing.

	"So how much for a full fuck?"

	Tricia's mind was a whirl. She had not the slightest idea what a whore
would charge for her services.

	"Er... Twenty dollars."

	"Twenty?"

	"All right then, ten."

	The man grabbed hold of her hair and turned her face to his.

	"Is this some kind of wind-up? What kind of a girl sells herself for ten
dollars? The going rate around here is seventy. You and those guys are up to
something aren't you? Now get the fuck out of my car."

	"No! No honestly."

	"Then how come?"

	"I-I've never done anything like this before."

	"Even so. You're not telling me you'd do it for ten bucks."

	Tricia lowered her head. "I don't need the money," she said.

	"You mean you're doing this for kicks?"

	"Something like that."

	The man gave a low whistle. "Shit! You really are a slut, aren't you?"

	"Yes."

	"Ten dollars it is then."

	"And we'll do it at my apartment."

	Immediately he was suspicious again. "Why your apartment?"

	"I can't walk around like this with those boys about."

	"What happened to your clothes?"

	Tricia thought hard. "I-I took them off."

       "Where?"

       "In an alley. I can't remember where."

       "What?"

       "I-I wanted to take a walk like this."

       "You like to walk the streets bare-assed?"

       "It...Well, it excites me."

       "What, you just walk about like that?"

       "And... I masturbate."

       "What?"

       "It-it turns me on"

       "Shit, you were masturbating when I first saw you, weren't you?"

	Tricia blushed. "Yes."

	"Does that make your cunt wet?"

	"Yes."

	Let me feel. Open your legs."

	Tricia looked at him for a moment. Then, reluctantly, she spread her
legs apart, revealing her hard clitoris, which glistened with moisture. He
reached across and his hand closed over her sex. Tricia sat stiffly as he slid a
finger into her.

	"Nice, tight little pussy," he said. "When did you lose your virginity?"

	"A couple of days ago."

	"Tell me about it."

	"Two men visited me at my apartment. I was naked when they arrived. I
masturbated for them with a vibrator, then they both had me in my bedroom."

	"Two men? You lost your virginity to two men?"

	"Yes."

	"Who were they?"

	"I don't know. I'd never met them before. Oh!"

	Tricia gave a start as the man twisted his finger inside her vagina.

       "Christ you're a slut!" he said.

       He removed his finger, and Tricia gave a sigh.

 	"All right, then" he said. "Your place."

	She gave him the address and they moved off.

       As he drove, he glanced down at her crotch. "Why don't you frig yourself
on the way back?"	Tricia blushed.  "Must I?"

       "Sure. You love it don't you?"

       "All right."

	"Put your feet up on the fascia," he said.

	Tricia hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, placing her feet apart, her
sex wide open.

	"Stop holding your blouse shut. Let me see your tits."

	Tricia obeyed.

       "Go on then," he said. "Play with yourself."

	Tricia gazed down at her open crotch. Then, slowly, she slid a hand down
and allowed her fingers to brush against her clitoris. As soon as she touched
the sensitive bud, a shiver of lust ran through her. She could scarcely believe
that this could be turning her on, sitting beside a man old enough to be her
father, her legs spread wide, her fingers probing her pussy as he drove her
through the city.

	It took all of Tricia's self-control to prevent herself having an orgasm
during the journey home. If she hadn't had to frequently interrupt her
ministrations to give directions she surely would have done. By the time they
pulled up outside her apartment block she was in a state of high arousal, her
cunt flowing with her juices.

	"Hey, this is a smart area," remarked her companion. "You weren't
kidding about not needing the money."

	The sight of the familiar surroundings brought Tricia back to earth with
a bump. Suddenly she was in a place where people might recognize her. She pulled
her fingers from her crotch and reached up to button her blouse. It was late,
but still there may be someone around and she gazed about herself nervously.

	"We going inside?" he asked.

	"Yes... Yes I guess so. I just don't want anyone to see me like this."

	"I thought that was the idea. I thought it turned you on."

	"But these are people who know me."

	"And you'd prefer strangers?"

	Tricia did not reply. She suddenly felt very ashamed of her behavior
that evening, and she wished she could be left alone. She glanced at the man
beside her, and her stomach knotted as she realized he would soon be fucking
her. What kind of a girl was she becoming?

	He climbed out of the car and walked round to open her door. Taking a
final look about herself, Tricia climbed out. It felt odd to feel the cool
evening air about her shaved crotch and she shivered slightly as she made her
way to the entrance.

	To Tricia's relief there was nobody about, and an elevator was waiting,
its doors open. They traveled up in silence, with the youngster anxiously
counting the floors up to her own.

	By the time she reached the door of her apartment, Tricia's heart was
beating hard. She turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open. She was
surprised to find the light on inside. Normally she was careful to turn it off
before going out. She let the man in, then closed the door.

	"Where do you want me?" she asked.

	"There you are, Cunt. I've been wondering what happened to you."

	"Wha..."

	Tricia swung round. There, sitting on her sofa, a bottle of beer in his
hand, sat Tony.

	"How did you get in here?"

	"I borrowed your spare key the other night. You don't mind do you? Who's
your friend?"

	The man eyed Tony suspiciously.

	"Who the fuck is that? This had better not be a setup."

	"Don't worry," replied Tony. "I'm just her kind of guardian. I'm
supposed to look after her morals, but I don't think the slut has any."

	"Why are you here, Tony?" asked Tricia. "I think you should leave?"

	"You seem to have forgotten the first rule of our relationship," replied
Tony, gazing at her blouse.

	"Oh! Look, can't we just..."

	"You want me to go out to the mailbox?"

	"No!" Tricia began fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, undoing them
as quickly as she could. As she did so,  the other man watched in disbelief. She
reached the bottom and stripped off the garment, letting it drop to the carpet.

	"What the fuck..."

	"Don't mind her," said Tony. "She just likes being around guys in the
nude. Don't you, Cunt?"

	Tricia nodded her head dumbly.

	"Now I gotta get down to business, Cunt," said Tony. "You've got a
punishment coming haven't you?"

	Tricia looked at him in disbelief. Surely he had humiliated her enough
this evening? Surely she was entitled to some respite after the ordeal she had
been through? He couldn't be serious, could he?

	"Punishment?"  The man sounded intrigued as he ran his eyes over the
teenager's naked body. "What's it for?"

	"You've seen the way she behaves. Going about the streets bare-assed.
Frigging herself. Picking up strangers like a common whore."

	"So what's the punishment?"

	"Tell him, Cunt."

	"Look Tony. I'm sorry if I was disobedient. I'll do anything you ask of
me."

	"What's the punishment?"

	She hung her head. "Ten strokes," she whispered.

	"Good." Tony turned to the man. "You wanna help with this?"

	The man grinned. "Sure."

	"You can hold her while I give her the first five. Then we'll change
around."

	"Great."

	Tricia could scarcely believe what she was hearing. Why was everyone so
cruel? Why did they enjoy degrading her like this? What had she done? She wasn't
really bad was she? Then she thought of the thrill she had got masturbating in
the alley, and her cheeks glowed with shame. Perhaps she did deserve it.

	"Come over and stand by the table,"  ordered Tony.

	Keeping her eyes fixed on the ground, the young beauty obeyed, conscious
of the delicious way her bare breasts bounced with every step.

	Tony raised his hand, and Tricia's blood ran cold as she saw he was
holding a cane. It was made of bamboo, about three feet long, and no thicker
than a pencil. He held it up in front of her face.

	"Kiss it," he ordered.

	Slowly the naked girl placed her lips against the cold, hard cane.

	"Lean forward over the table."

	Tricia shot him a last, despairing look, but there was no hint of mercy
in his eyes. She glanced across at the other man who was standing, his hands on
his hips, an expression of amusement on his face.

	Tricia moved forward until the edge of the table was pressing against
her shaved pubis. Then she leaned forward, prostrating herself. He breasts
pressed down against the hard table top, the coolness making her nipples harden.
Then, unbidden, she spread her legs apart, affording the two men a perfect view
of her anus and the slit of her cunt.

	Stretch your arms forward," ordered Tony. He turned to the man. "Go
around and grab hold of her wrists," he said.

	The man moved round the table, taking Tricia's wrists in a strong grip.
He held her so hard that it hurt, but the naked girl scarcely noticed as she
watched Tony draw back the cane.

	Swish! Whack!

	The cane came down with incredible violence across Tricia's bare ass
cheeks, cutting into the soft flesh and leaving a white stripe that quickly
darkened to an angry red. The pain was intense, and the girl gritted her teeth
as it coursed through her.

	Swish! Whack!

	She had scarcely recovered from the shock of the first blow when the
cane fell again, this time striking her across the top of her legs, making her
bite her lips with the excruciating pain

	Swish! Whack!

	Tony was wielding the cane with extraordinary force, the blow thrusting
Tricia's body forward against the unyielding table.

	Swish! Whack!

	She was struggling now, desperate to break away from the hands that held
her so tight, Wanting to cover her bare ass with her hands and ward off the
blows. But he merely tightened his grip, heedless to her whimpers as Tony drew
back his arm once more

	Swish! Whack!

	This time Tricia cried aloud as the cane fell across her soft, pale
flesh stinging with the pain of a thousand wasps. Her body was shaking with the
pain of the beating as the tears ran down her cheeks.

	Tony put the cane down on the table beside her, running a finger along
one of the red stripes that now decorated her lovely behind, making her flinch
as his finger traced the wound.

	"Your turn," he said.

	"No, please. No more!" begged Tricia. She watched through tear-blurred
eyes as Tony moved to the end of the table and took hold of her wrists.
"Please?" she whimpered again.

	"Make sure it's hard," said Tony." We gotta teach the bitch a lesson."

	"Don't worry. I've got a daughter her age, and I know what I'd do if I
found her behaving the way this little slut does."

	Tricia shut her eyes tight and braced herself as he raised the cane.

	Swish! Whack!

	His aim was true, the fresh stripe crossing two already laid by Tony,
bringing another wave of excruciating pain to the sobbing youngster.

	"Swish! Whack!

	This time the cane was high on her exposed backside, slamming into the
bare flesh and thrusting her forward against the unyielding table.

	Swish! Whack!

	Tricia felt sure that the thin, whippy cane must break her skin soon,
such was the force with which it was being wielded. She had never known such
agony, her body wracked with sobs as she pulled in vain against Tony's iron
grip.

	Swish! Whack!

	In her vain attempts to avoid the cane, Tricia twisted her hips
sideways, only to receive a mighty blow across her thigh, planting a new stripe
on her bare, pale flesh.

	Swish! Whack!

	The final blow fell with undiminished force, bringing a new squeal of
agony from the young beauty as it hit her.

	Then it was over, and Tony released her wrists. Tricia lay where she
was, her body heaving with sobs, her tears forming a pool on the table beside
her cheek.

	Then there was a new sensation, as the man brought the cane up between
her legs, running the rough edge of the bamboo along the length of her open
slit, moving it back and forth with a sawing motion that sent shivers of
excitement through the naked girl.

	"Look at that. She's wet as hell," commented the man.

	Tricia brushed her tears aside and looked at the rod, which the man was
holding out. Sure enough it was glistening with her cunt juices. She couldn't
still be turned on, could she? Not after that cruel beating.

	"Lick it clean," ordered the man. He held the cane under Tricia's nose,
so she could smell the scent of her own arousal. Reluctantly she protruded her
tongue. Her juices tasted strangely bitter, but she licked every inch of the
cane until they were gone.

	"You wanna fuck the little whore now?"  asked Tony.

	"That okay with you?"

	"Sure. Use her. She's hot for it, aren't you baby? You know you want
to."

	Tricia listened to this exchange in silence. It was as if all control of
her body had been lost to Tony now, and she was beginning to lose the will to
question him. If he ordered her to fuck, what business was it of hers to refuse?

	She began to raise herself from the table but, to her surprise, she felt
a hand pushing her back down.

	"Just stay like that. I got all the access to your cunt I need."

       Almost automatically,  Tricia felt herself widen her stance. As she did
so, it occurred to her the metamorphosis that had occurred to her in such a
short time. A week ago she would have been fighting this man off and crying
rape. Now she was just concerned to give him the access he required.

	She heard the sound of a zip being pulled down and glanced behind her.
His cock was stiff as a ramrod, rising out of his trousers, the circumcised tip
bobbing up and down. He took her hand and guided it down to his erect member,
Her fingers were still shaking with shock at the brutality of the beating she
had received, but she managed to grip his shaft, noting the heat and the
throbbing within his stiff member as she instinctively moved his foreskin back
and forth.

       "Put it inside, baby," he said quietly.

       Tricia opened her legs still wider and pressed her lovely backside back
and up. Then she guided the end of his penis to the entrance of her sex. She
gritted her teeth as she began to press him into her, grateful for the wetness
that flooded her cunt. She gave a low moan as she felt him slip into her, her
sex muscles convulsing about his shaft as he drove deeper.

	"Ah!"

	She couldn't suppress a gasp of pain as the rough material of his pants
came into contact with the red rawness of her recently-thrashed behind. The
memory of the pain flowed back through her, and the tears welled up in her eyes.
Still she felt a shudder of lust shake her beautiful, naked body as he began to
thrust into her.

	He took her at his leisure, his cock sliding back and forth inside her
as he enjoyed the tightness of her young pussy. Tricia simply gasped and moaned
with every thrust of his hips, the mixture of pain, pleasure and humiliation
suddenly seeming very erotic to the teenager. She looked up to see Tony watching
her, an expression of amusement on his face as she debased herself before him.
Tricia felt an overwhelming sense of shame as she thought of what she was doing,
how she was letting a man whose name she didn't even know use her naked body for
his own carnal pleasures. Then she closed her eyes and concentrated on the
exquisite sensations his fucking was bringing to her.

	She could sense his arousal increase as he pumped his rampant member
into her sopping cunt, and her own excitement began to grow. She found herself
pressing her backside back against him, oblivious to the pain as she urged him
deeper and deeper inside her. It was as if her whole body had become her vagina,
and that she was simply a depository for his cock.

	He was fucking her hard now, his thrusts banging her hips against the
table, his strong hands grasping her thighs as if she were nothing more than a
sex doll. Then his grip tightened, making her squeal with pain as his fingers
dug into her soft flesh.

	All at once he was coming, his cock jerking as he pumped hot, thick
spunk into Tricia's cunt. The girl thrust back against him, then cried aloud as
her own orgasm shook her, her sex walls contracting about his throbbing dick as
she sucked in his sperm, every spurt bringing her to new highs of sordid
pleasure.

	At last he was slowing, grunting with satisfaction as he spent himself
inside her. Tricia sensed his passion cooling, and began to relax herself,
slumping over the table, lying passively as his passion subsided.

	He slid his cock from inside her and took a step back. Tricia
straightened, wincing at the pain in her behind, and turned to face him, her
arms hanging at her side, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

	"Fuck me, you enjoyed that as much as I did," he remarked, grinning.
"Well, I gotta go. I'm just passing through and I need to find a place to stay."

	"Nonsense," said Tony. "You can sleep in Cunt's bed. She'd enjoy that."

	Tricia glanced at Tony in amazement. She had been looking forward to
getting rid of these two, and to the comfort of her own bed. Now, glancing at
the look in the man's eyes, she knew she was in for a night of debauchery.

	"Shit, that sounds good," said the man. "Where's the shower? I'll just
clean up, then we'll see how good she is at sucking cock."