The Degradation of Tricia, Part 5
By Lia Anderssen
Tricia was not sure how long she had lain there, naked and bound,
staring up at the sky, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
She could still feel the boys' semen trickling down her upturned face and taste
its bitter flavor in her mouth. She raised her head and stared down between her
bare breasts, the nipples still distorted by the string knotted about them.
Anyone walking along the path could not miss her, and the first thing they would
see was her open cunt. The cool feeling of the breeze between her legs told her
that she was still moist down there, and she knew that her lubrication was
obvious in this degrading pose. She closed her eyes, wishing she could be
somewhere else.
"Holy shit!"
"Fuck me, they weren't kidding."
Tricia's heart sank as she heard the men's voices. So the boys had been
true to their word. She had been hoping against hope that Carlo's threat had
been an idle one, or that the bikers would have moved on. Now she opened her
eyes to see the three of them standing over her, staring down at her lovely
young body.
"Christ, those kids play for real."
"Look, they've spunked all over her face."
"She must be one weird little bitch."
The man with the spider's web tattoo crouched down beside the prone
youngster. Taking hold of her chin, he pulled her round to face him.
"Those kids said you joined in their game willingly. That true?"
Tricia said nothing, trying to avoid looking into his eyes, her face red
with shame.
The man with the beard crouched on the other side of her.
"They gave us this key," he said, holding it up. "Said you'd want it.
They certainly weren't kidding!"
"So what's in it for us if we untie you?"
"Please. Can't you just let me go?" begged Tricia.
"Sure we can." The man with the spider's web ran a hand over Tricia's
belly, his touch making the tiny, downy hairs stand up as she writhed with
embarrassment. "Or we can tell the cops."
"Tell the police?" said Tricia in alarm.
"Sure. It's our civic duty. Somebody's obviously attacked you and tied
you up."
"The newspapers are gonna be real interested as well. In fact, maybe
we'll call them first. After all, this would make a great shot for the front
page."
"Sure. I know this guy works on the Clarion. He's always looking for a
good picture."
"No! You mustn't tell the press. Or the police. Please!"
The three grinned at one another, and Tricia knew that, once again, she
had betrayed the vulnerability of her own situation.
"If you let us have a bit of fun with you, we'll let you go," said
spider's web.
Tricia glanced at their three expectant faces. Then she let her eyes
drop.
"You can have some fun," she whispered.
The teenager wondered at how easily she had surrendered to these three
ruffians. How could she give in so quickly? Bu then she thought of the total
vulnerability of her situation. They could rape her anyway, and probably would
do if she did not comply.
Spider's web moved his hand up from her belly and took her breast into
his strong, rough grasp, squeezing it hard. He pulled at the string, laughing to
his companions as he stretched her pretty breasts.
"Hey, I got an idea," said the man with the beard. "Out of the way,
Sam."
"What you gonna do, Joey?"
Spider's web sat back and watched as the heavy man straddled Tricia's
slim body. She stared up at him, anxiously as he took hold of the ends of the
string. He made a half-hitch with the two lengths, then pulled, dragging
Tricia's plump young breasts together until the nipples were almost touching.
Then he tied the string tight. Tricia let out a gasp of pain at the way her
nipples were stretched by this extraordinary bondage.
"Fuck me, Joey. You gonna tit-fuck the bitch?"
"Sure am. That little slit I just made has gotta be as tight as her
pussy. Whadda you say, bitch, fancy a cock between your tits?"
Tricia said nothing, her apprehension growing as she realized yet
another indignity was about to be heaped upon her.
Joey, the bearded biker, undid his fly and took out his cock. It was
semi-erect, the circumcised tip hanging at an angle.
"Gonna get me hard with that pretty mouth?" he said to Tricia. He moved
up her helpless body until his cock was hanging above her mouth. Then he took
hold of her hair and pulled her head up.
Tricia opened her mouth and took his cock inside. It tasted and smelt of
his arousal, and she ran her tongue over his glans, sucking at him as she did
so.
"Shit, for a young bitch she sure knows how to give good head," he
exclaimed.
"A natural cocksucker," grinned the one called Sam. "See what her
pussy's like, Piston."
The third of the trio, who had simply been watching up until now, moved
closer, crouching down between Tricia's thighs.
"Who'd have thought an innocent kid like this would shave her pussy?" he
said. "When we met her I thought she was a good girl. Turns out she's a slut."
He ran his hand up her inner thigh. A shiver of anticipation ran through
the teenager's naked body as she felt his fingers approaching her most private
place.
"Mmmf!"
Her exclamation was muffled by the now-swollen cock that filled her
mouth as she felt Piston slide a finger into her vagina."
"Bitch is wet as hell," exclaimed the biker. "Her cunt's squeezing my
finger like a whore's. I reckon she's hot for it."
Tricia listened to the words, and felt the muscles of her sex contract
about his rough digit. He was right, the taste of the thick cock in her mouth,
the bondage and the enforced nudity were all conspiring to bring out her basest
desires. Despite the revulsion she felt at being manhandled by these thugs, her
physical being craved their touch, and she moaned slightly, pressing her
backside up against his intruding finger.
"Don't worry, slut," grinned Piston. "You're gonna get all the spunk you
want."
At that moment Joe withdrew his swollen member from between her lips.
Tricia gazed at it as it bobbed above her face, glistening with her saliva.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," he said.
He slid back and, taking his shaft in his hand, began to probe between
Tricia's bound breasts, pressing his cock insistently forward.
"Ah!"
Tricia gave a gasp of pain as he slid his erection between her breasts,
increasing still further the tension on her nipples. She gazed down in
fascination as she saw the end of his prick emerge from between her sore
breasts. Then he began the tit-fucking.
Tricia found herself strangely aroused by the sight of this big, burly
man thrusting his stiff cock between her breasts, the tip nudging against her
chin as he pumped his hips back and forth, his weight driving the breath from
her. Then she gave a low moan as she felt a finger enter her vagina, pressing
insistently into her moist fuck hole and twisting.
"Nice damp pussy," remarked Piston. "The bitch is certainly getting her
kicks from this."
"Turned on by being tied up by a couple of school kids," remarked Sam.
"Sure is kinky."
"Who gives a fuck? If she likes being tied up and screwed in public, I'm
game to give her what she wants."
Tricia tried not to listen to their derogatory remarks, her mind filled
with the pain of her nipple bondage, made ten times worse by the thick cock that
was thrusting between her bare breasts. Then there was the insistent probing of
her vagina, making the juices inside her flow anew as she groaned with the
perverse pleasure of it.
"Fuck it, I'm coming," grunted Joey. "Open your mouth."
Moments later he had pulled his cock from between her breasts and was
stuffing it between her lips, even as it began to spurt. Despite her revulsion,
Tricia found herself sucking greedily at his bulbous glans, gulping down his
semen hungrily, her mouth filling with the thick, warm fluid. He fucked her face
hard, thrusting his cock to the back of her throat, making her gag as more and
more of his semen gushed from his thick erection. For a moment Tricia feared she
would choke, then the flow began to reduce and she was able to swallow again,
trickles of the fluid leaking from her lips and running down her cheeks.
Joey pulled his cock from her mouth, wiped a mixture of spunk and saliva
over her face, then stood up, tucking his penis back in his jeans.
"Whose next?"
But Piston had already dropped his jeans and Tricia let out a whimper of
arousal as she felt him pressing his erection against the entrance to her sex.
Despite the size and thickness of his cock, he slipped easily into
Tricia's vagina. The lubrication inside her saw to that. Soon he was filling her
deliciously, making her groan with lust as he began to thrust violently into
her.
The bonds that held her ankles apart bit into her tender flesh as
Piston's onslaught became more violent, his strong hips pumping insistently as
he took his pleasure in the helpless teenager. Tricia was moaning aloud now, her
bottom coming clear of the ground as she thrust back at him, her whole body
alive with lust as she took her perverse pleasure in the rough fucking she was
receiving. It seemed almost inconceivable to her that she could possibly be
aroused by what was little more than rape by this rough, uncouth stranger. Yet,
as he thrust his cock into her she felt an orgasm building deep within her.
"Oh Yeah!"
Piston gasped his satisfaction as his cock began to pump spunk deep into
Tricia's vagina. The sensation was enough to send the lascivious youngster over
the top with him, and Tricia gave a shriek of pleasure as her own orgasm swept
over her, making her momentarily forget her awful predicament as spasms of
gratification shook her pretty, naked body. She could hear the other two men
laughing at her as she writhed and moaned under the bulky biker, but for the
moment her humiliation was forgotten as her physical side took over.
Moments later Piston was rolling off her and she was staring down the
valley between her breasts at Sam, who was holding his erect cock in his hand
and gently working his foreskin back and forth.
"Ready for some more, slut?"
Sam made no pretense at foreplay, simply lunging forward and plunging
his erection into Tricia's sopping cunt. She gave a cry as she felt him invade
her, the walls of her sex stretched apart as, once again, she was forced to
surrender herself to a complete stranger.
Sam fucked her without finesse, simply ramming his erection hard into
her, driving ruthlessly against her tethered body, his breath coming in grunts
as he fucked the teenager hard. Once again the onslaught caused Tricia's bonds
to bite deep into her ankles, but she was beyond caring now, her head shaking
from side to side, her bottom drumming on the grass as fresh surges of pleasure
swept through her.
This new orgasm was no less violent that the one Piston had invoked in
her, the sensation of fresh spunk spurting into her love tunnel sending her to
new heights of perverse gratification, her breasts shaking violently as her body
convulsed.
She seemed to lose consciousness momentarily. When she opened her eyes,
the men were standing over her, laughing down at their young captive.
Immediately the pretty young schoolgirl was overcome by the shame of her
behavior. She had reacted like a total slut at the fucking she had received, and
the men now knew how low she had sunk.
Then, to her immense relief, they began to release her from her bondage.
Once her ankles had been freed and her wrists unshackled, Joey pulled her to her
feet and set about removing the tit bondage. Tricia felt very exposed indeed as
she stood there, legs apart, the spunk trickling down her inner thighs whilst
she allowed the biker to work on her breasts.
When, at last, the cruel loops about her nipples were undone, she rubbed
the stinging flesh, groaning with pain as the circulation gradually returned to
her painful teats. The men watched her, grinning as she caressed herself, her
face glowing red as they commented on her performance.
"She sure likes playing with her tits, don't she?"
"She likes being fucked too. Her cunt was caressing my cock like a
Bankok whore."
Tricia looked around at their faces.
"C-could I go now?" she asked.
"Sure baby. We're going ourselves. We'll give you a ride."
"I don't know what happened to my dress. The boys threw it into the
bushes."
"That's okay. You look fine like that."
"Better give the lady her cuffs back."
"Sure. She can wear them home."
With that Joey pulled her hands behind her and she felt the cuffs close
about her wrists once again. She protested, tugging at them, but the men
showed no sympathy.
"What about the key?" said Joey. "She's gonna need that."
"Yeah," said Piston. "Give her the key."
"How's she gonna carry it?"
"Only one place I can think of."
Tricia was confused by this talk, looking from face to face. It was
clear that the bikers had some kind of mischief planned, but she couldn't think
what. Then she felt her shoulders grabbed from behind and her body bent
backwards. Piston stood in front of her, holding up the key.
"Whadda you say, slut?" he said. "Think you can carry this in that
pretty little cunt of yours?"
"What?"
Before Tricia could protest, she felt her ankles kicked apart. Then
Piston was pressing the cold, hard key into her vagina. She struggled, but she
was being held by strong hands and could only give a cry of despair as Piston's
fingers pressed the object deep into her love tunnel. When he withdrew his hand,
his fingers were wet with spunk, and he held them up for Tricia to suck clean.
The walk back to the bikes was most uncomfortable for the pretty
youngster. All the way she could feel spunk leaking from inside her, and she
tried her best to contract the muscles of her pussy in order to keep the key in
place. This caused the lips of her sex to twitch visibly, forcing yet more
seminal fluid out onto the smooth creaminess of her thighs and bringing guffaws
of laughter from her captors. They kept up a string of humiliating banter during
the walk, commenting on the wiggle of her bare ass, the jiggling of her tits,
the hardness of her nipples and especially the cold, slimy trail that ran down
her legs to her ankles.
At last they rounded a bend and the bikes came into sight.
"Where are you headed?" asked Sam.
"It's a cabin. Down the track."
"Sure you wouldn't rather come with us?"
"We know a real nice bar where the guys would be pleased to meet you."
Tricia looked at him in alarm. "No, please," she said.
"Hell, stop teasing the bitch," said Joey. "We'll give you a ride home
baby."
This suggestion was greeted with mixed feelings by Tricia. She wanted to
get away from these men as quickly as she could, and to forget what they had
done to her, and how she had responded. On the other hand, she could feel that
the handcuff key had slid down inside her sopping cunt and was in danger of
dropping out at any moment. And that, as far as she knew, was the only way in
which she would be able to open the cuffs that left her so helpless and exposed.
As Joey climbed aboard his gleaming machine, Tricia remembered the dress
she had been wearing.
"My dress," she said. "It's in the bushes somewhere."
Joey laughed, kicking his bike into life. "You wanna spend the evening
searching for it?" he asked. "Those cuffs ain't gonna help."
Tricia considered for a second. He was right, she had no idea where the
dress was hidden. And she knew the key wouldn't stay in place for ever. Even if
she managed to pick it up, she was very doubtful she would be able to undo the
cuffs.
Joey patted the seat behind him.
"C'mon, bitch," he said.
Tricia had never ridden a motorcycle before. She placed a foot on the
rear footrest and tried to swing her leg over. It took two attempts, and
necessitated an awkward swing of her legs which exposed her cunt to the grinning
men, but soon she was mounted behind Joey, her stiff nipples brushing against
the back of his jacket.
As they took off, the vibration of the leather seat against her spread
pussy sent an unwelcome thrill through the youngster, and she shuddered as her
clitoris drove down against the machine, sending spasms of arousal flowing
through her. She glanced back at the other two riders, aware that her naked
form, with her buttocks spread, was providing a delightful prospect to the pair.
They sped down the road. Every now and again they would pass a jogger or
a pedestrian, who would stop and stare at the extraordinary sight of a
beautiful, naked girl astride the roaring motorcycle. For once Tricia was able
to enjoy the thrill of exposure without the danger of ridicule or hostility, and
she found herself feeling very sexy as she sped along.
As they approached the cabin, though, her anxiety began to return. She
knew she would have to face Bella and her unpleasant friends, and she didn't
relish the prospect of explaining how she had lost her dress, nor the spunk on
her face and thighs. She begged Joey to drop her some distance from the place,
but then realized her mistake. As soon as he sensed her reluctance to be taken
to the door, he insisted on doing so, and made her show him precisely where she
was staying.
As they pulled up outside the door to the cabin, the bikers gunned their
engines and Tricia's heart sank as she realized that the noise must bring the
girls outside. Sure enough the door opened and out stepped Bella, followed by
her friends. The bikers cut their engines and, in the sudden silence, Tricia
felt the heat rise to her cheeks.
"What the fuck have you been up to, Cunt?" asked Bella. "You were
supposed to be looking after the boys. They came home ages ago."
"Your friend was a bit tied up," laughed Piston.
Bella looked at the three rough men with interest. "You let these guys
touch you?" she asked.
Tricia nodded silently.
"Get off that bike."
Tricia obeyed.
"Shit, look at that."
Bella pointed to the seat where Tricia had been sitting, On it was a
wide, wet imprint of her cunt, the whiteness of the fluid betraying the fact
that it was spunk.
"You let these guys fuck you?"
Tricia hung her head. "Two of them."
"And the other. Don't tell me he just stood and watched?"
"No."
"Well?"
"He... He tit-fucked me."
Bella let out a peal of laughter. "Dirty little whore," she said. Then
she stopped laughing. "Wait a minute, what's that?"
Tricia turned her gaze back to the bike, and felt her stomach churn as
she noticed, in the middle of the pool of spunk, the handcuff key.
"It's the key to her new bracelets," laughed Joey. "Guess where she was
carrying it?"
This time all the girls burst into peals of laughter.
"Better pick it up then hadn't you?" said Bella. "And clean this guy's
bike seat whilst you're about it."
"But my hands are tied," protested the embarrassed teenager.
"You don't need your hands," replied Bella. "Use your tongue."
Tricia paused for a second, staring at Bella. Was there no end to the
indignities this woman was prepared to inflict upon her? She looked round at the
other faces, seeking some sympathy, but there was none. Slowly she approached
the motorcycle, her stomach churning.
She leaned forward, aware of the way her pretty breasts dangled as she
did so. Tentatively she protruded her tongue and began to lick at the pool of
slimy spunk. It tasted bitter and cold, but she lapped it all up, tracing the
paths where it had trickled down the sides. Then she took the cold, hard key
into her mouth, tasting the mixture of spunk and female cum as she sucked the
fluids from it.
"Show me," ordered Bella.
Tricia held out the shining key on the end of her tongue. Bella
inspected it, then nodded to Joey.
"Take them off."
Tricia turned to the biker, her tongue still sticking out, expecting him
to take it from her. Instead he took her by the shoulders and pulled her naked
body to his, closing his mouth over hers. Tricia's immediate reaction was to
close her lips tightly, but his tongue probed at her, forcing her mouth open
then darting inside, intertwining with her own tongue in a kiss of total
intimacy.
He pulled her closer, his other hand closing over her soft, bare breast
and squeezing the pliant flesh. Tricia felt her knees buckle at the passion of
his kiss, her hips beginning to gyrate as her body responded to him.
As suddenly as the kiss had started, he was pushing her away, shoving
her backwards so she stumbled and almost fell. She looked at him in confusion,
aware now of the laughter all around her. Laughter that increased as he opened
his mouth and stuck out his tongue, displaying the gleaming object on it.
"Shit, you're such a cheap slut, Cunt," remarked Bella. "C'mon, undo the
bitch's hands."
Joey swung Tricia round and, moments later, she was relieved to feel the
metal bands about her wrists come undone. At once she hugged an arm about her
breasts and covered her crotch with the flat of her other hand.
"It's no good coming over all modest now," remarked Bella. "We've all
seen what you've got. Now get inside and shower. Then report to me in the front
room in fifteen minutes."
Tricia took a final glance round the grinning faces, then turned and ran
toward the house, anxious to hide her naked body from their stares.
