The Degradation of Tricia, Part 9
By
Lia Anderssen
"C'mon, Cunt, get a move on."
Tricia hurried along behind Tony, glancing anxiously about her for fear
that someone would see the outrageous way she was dressed. She glanced ahead at
the building they were about to enter, and she felt her heart sink as they came
closer.
It was quite a large building, set near the highway in the middle of a
large parking lot. Less than half a mile away was the truck stop where they had
dropped off their two passengers just a short time before. There were a number
of cars in the lot, a fact that gave no comfort to the embarrassed youngster as
she thought of the inadequacy of her garments. Worse still was the neon sign on
the roof that announced 'Ted's Place. Live Dancing Girls'. Tricia had seen such
places before, but had never dreamed of entering one.
At least she had had the chance to clean herself up after her encounter
with the two hitchhikers. Tony had stopped the van outside the ladies room at
the truck stop and had ordered her inside. To the still naked girl, evidence of
her ravishment still smeared on her thighs, it was a daunting prospect. Inside
she had encountered two female truckers who had hooted with laughter at the
sight of her and had kept up a stream of ribald comments whilst she had cleaned
the spunk from her body. When she had emerged they came out to watch as she
struggled into the skimpy garment again. Only once she had put it on would Tony
allow her back into the van. Then it was the shortest of drives across the
parking lot to the bar.
As they approached the entrance, Tricia's natural instinct was to hang
back. She would have been embarrassed to enter such a place at the best of
times. To be forced to do so dressed as she was, made it infinitely worse. Yet
she knew she must obey Tony, or face the consequences.
He pushed open the door and beckoned to her to enter. Inside the lights
were fairly low, much to her relief. They were in a small entrance hall and
ahead was a door, behind which she could hear music playing. It was toward this
that Tony led her, her heart pounding as he opened the door.
She found herself in a large saloon. All about her were tables, most of
which were occupied. The majority of the clientele were men, seated facing a
stage, which was the focal point of the room. The stage was bare apart from a
brass pole that ran from floor to ceiling. To the right was a bar, around which
were standing more men, most with bottles of beer in their hands. To Tricia's
relief, their entry had gone largely unnoticed and, in the low lights of the
bar, she hoped that this anonymity would continue.
She had wanted Tony to take her to one of the tables, so was somewhat
dismayed when he led the way to the bar. Some of the men standing there eyed the
young beauty with interest when they saw how scantily she was clad, and Tricia
felt the heat in her cheeks as she saw them staring at her.
Tony ordered a beer for himself and a soda for Tricia. The youngster
sipped at the drink, aware that more and more eyes were turning in her
direction, taking in the smooth curves of her body. She hoped that the dimness
of the lights in the room would prevent most of them from seeing just how
outrageous her outfit was.
All at once loud music began to play and a spotlight suddenly lit the
small stage. As Tricia watched, a girl emerged from the wings. She was about
twenty-five years old, clad in a sequined bikini that glittered under the bright
light. She began to dance about the pole, using it as a prop as she gyrated. She
looked somewhat bored by the whole occasion, but Tricia was glad that at least
some of the attention had been diverted from herself.
As the girl danced, a man emerged from the gloom and took up position
next to Tony. The pair exchanged greetings, then turned to watch the girl
twisting her body about the pole. The dance went on for a few more minutes, and
ended with a scattering of applause from those watching.
When the girl had left the stage, Tony turned to the man beside him. He
was about forty years old, clad in a suit and tie. Tricia guessed that he was
the proprietor, as she had noticed him giving orders to the barman whilst the
dance had progressed.
"I was expecting a stripper," remarked Tony.
"It's hard to get that kind of girl out here. On weekends we have a
couple come in from the city, but during the week we're stuck with Angie. She
won't strip. Got religion or something."
"Could you use a little amateur blood?"
The man smiled. "Sure, but what girl does that stuff just for fun?"
"What about her?"
The man hadn't paid much attention to Tricia, but now, as he turned to
look at her, he clearly saw for the first time how inadequate her costume was.
"Shit. She always go about like that?"
"Sure. You love being stared at, don't you baby?"
Tricia felt her cheeks glowing as the man ran his eyes up and down her
body, but she said nothing.
"How about it, Cunt?" went on Tony. "Fancy a dance?"
At first Tricia thought he was suggesting they dance together, and the
question surprised her, since she had seen neither band nor dance floor. Then
she thought of what she had just witnessed, and a coldness gripped her stomach.
"No, Tony! Please, I..."
"Yeah, young lady. My clients would appreciate watching you dance."
"She'll dance," said Tony. "C'mon baby, you know you want to."
The words were like a sentence to the youngster. She thought of the
package in Tony's van. All he had to do was drop it in the mailbox.
"Please Tony," she whispered. "I'll do anything."
"Sure you will. Right now you're going to dance."
Tricia opened her mouth to protest again, then saw the look in Tony's
eye and closed it.
"All right," she whispered.
"Great," said the man. "I'll get the music organized. C'mon out back."
Tricia went to follow him, but Tony grasped her arm.
"One thing, Cunt," he said. "Remember this is a strip club."
"What? Tony I couldn't..."
"When I raise one finger, the top bow gets undone. When I raise two
fingers, the bottom one goes. Then I want to see you really fuck that pole."
"Please Tony. Don't make me..."
"You coming or what?"
The club owner beckoned to Tricia. She gave a final, despairing glance
toward Tony, then followed the club owner out the door. As she walked she was
more than ever aware of the hungry male eyes on her bare behind swaying
deliciously as she walked.
The man led her through a door marked 'Private' and into a brightly-lit
corridor. Here there were no carpets, just a bare floor and walls and harsh
fluorescent lighting. A few yards down was another door marked 'Stage'. The man
pushed it open, and Tricia peered through. From here she was invisible to the
men in the club, but she could see the small, bare stage and the pole.
The man grabbed her arm and pressed her back against the wall. His grip
was tight and painful as he stared down at her barely clad body.
"You ever do this before?" he asked.
"No Sir."
"You expecting to get paid?"
"No Sir."
"Then what the fuck are you doing it for?"
Tricia's cheeks reddened. "I... I like being around men in the nude,"
she mumbled.
He sniffed. "I don't know what this is about," he hissed. "I guess maybe
you're just some kind of slut. But you better put on a good show. I got my
reputation to think of. You got that?"
"Yes Sir."
"Okay. When the music starts, you get out there."
With that he turned away, leaving Tricia staring after him.
It seemed like ages before the music started. As Tricia waited, her
stomach churned in anticipation of what she was to do. She could scarcely
believe that she could have been brought so low. To dance for these strangers,
and display her body to them was the most humiliating thing imaginable. Yet,
even now, she could feel a wetness seeping into her pussy as she thought of what
she was about to do.
The music began. It was a loud number with a strong beat, the sort of
song Tricia would have enjoyed dancing to under ordinary circumstances. The
youngster took a deep breath. Then she stepped out onto the stage.
As Tricia made her entrance, a bright spotlight was suddenly turned on,
almost blinding her with its harsh brilliance. At the same time a ripple of
applause came up from the watching men, sending a shiver of excitement through
the teenager.
She began to dance. Tricia had always loved dancing, and was very good
at it, her shapely young body writhing sensuously to the beat of the music. As
she danced she tried to blot the men from her mind, imagining herself at a
disco, surrounded by other dancers. But she couldn't forget the outrageous way
she was dressed, nor the eyes upon her as she gyrated.
Suddenly she saw an arm wave from the bar. Blinking through the
brightness she saw Tony. Then her heart sank as she realized he was holding up a
finger.
She stared round at the watching men, sensing their anticipation. They
probably weren't aware she was going to strip. After all, the other girl hadn't.
Slowly, reluctantly, she reached a hand behind her head and tugged at the thin
cord.
At once the skimpy coverings over her breasts fell away, baring her
pale, jutting orbs to the watching men. A cheer went up, accompanied by whistles
and yells as the men feasted their eyes on Tricia's luscious breasts. Her
nipples were hard, protruding upwards as if begging to be sucked, and she felt
her cheeks redden as the men shouted lewd remarks at her lack of modesty.
The teenager danced on, only too aware of the way her breasts bounced
freely with every movement, the protruding teats jiggling up and down
tantalizingly. She wanted to hide her face, to cover her jutting orbs with her
hands, but she dare not. Instead she lost herself in the music again, her body
swaying to the beat.
She knew it was only a matter of time before Tony would make her divest
herself of her last vestige of clothing, but still it was with a sense of shock
that she saw him raise two fingers to her. For a second time she contemplated
escape, but she knew it was hopeless. Out here, miles from home, wearing an
outfit that would have been considered outrageous even in the bedroom, she had
nowhere to run to. Besides, the video tape was in the car, and could be in a
mailbox in a matter of minutes. With a sinking heart, Tricia reached for the bow
on her hip.
The cord came undone, and the garment dropped away. At once the shouts
and whistles doubled in volume as the men took in Tricia's shaved pussy, the
prominence of her slit bringing shouts from those watching. The young beauty's
face was crimson now, but still she continued to dance.
"The pole!"
"Use the pole, you dirty little bitch!"
Tricia had been blotting the shouts from her mind until now, but these
new cries reminded her of the one feature of the small stage. She glanced across
at Tony, who was nodding to her. With a trembling hand, she reached out and took
hold of the pole, swinging her young body around it, displaying her nakedness to
the cheering men.
Remembering the other girl's act, Tricia began to embrace the pole,
feeling its cold hardness between her bare breasts, noting that the contact was
causing her nipples to harden even more. Then she pressed her body against it,
and a shudder ran through her as it came into contact with her hard, damp
clitoris.
At once she pulled away, afraid of the sensation that had run through
her body as her love bud had been stimulated. She looked about at the watching
men, then down at her naked, shaved pussy and another shudder shook her. Surely
this couldn't be arousing her? Surely dancing naked in this sordid club should
be disgusting her? Yet there was no denying the wetness that was seeping onto
her sex lips as she displayed her naked body to these strangers.
She moved close to the pole again. She was scarcely aware of the way her
hips had been gyrating to the music, but now, as she again embraced the pole,
those movements caused her clit to rub against the pole once more, and suddenly
she was tingling with arousal.
Almost automatically she began to pleasure herself on the pole, her hips
thrusting forward as it slid up and down her open slit, leaving a wet trail that
was clearly visible to those watching. Spreading her legs wider and bending her
knees, Tricia began to fuck the pole with vigor, her head thrown back, her
breasts shaking, her lovely, bare backside pumping back and forth.
The cheers of the men were almost deafening now as they realized that
the lovely naked teen was pleasuring herself, her lewd dance thrusting her open
cunt lips against the hard, cold pole. Tricia was aware of the noise, but it
just seemed to spur her on, her nakedness fueling her lust.
She began to lower herself down the pole, holding on with her hands and
letting her legs splay out in front of her until she was prostrate on her back,
her legs wide, her knees bent, thrusting herself against the hard metal. A long
streak of wetness down the length of the pole attested to her stimulation, and
the men laughed and pointed at it, clearly loving the youngster's arousal as she
pleasured herself against the pole.
Tricia was almost out of control now, moaning aloud as she thrust her
hips against the hard, unyielding pole, her shapely bottom slapping on the floor
of the stage with every stroke. She lay on her back, legs spread, knees bent,
her body arched up as her movements became more urgent, her stiff clit rubbing
against the metal as her cunt wept with arousal.
As the music rose to its climax, so did Tricia, her orgasm exploding
within her, bringing shrill cries from her as her naked body writhed in ecstasy.
The men were on their feet now, cheering and laughing as they realized she was
coming, their cries ringing in her ears as she slowly descended from her peak.
Then she was done, her passion spent, her pretty body stretched panting
on the floor, her young breasts rising and falling as she regained her breath.
She lay there for some minutes, the color in her cheeks deepening as she
realized the spectacle she had made of herself.
At last the spotlight was extinguished. Tricia pulled herself wearily to
her feet. She was acutely aware of the eyes still fixed on her naked body, and
she looked about her for her costume. It wasn't there. Someone had moved in,
unnoticed by her in her passion, and removed it. She gave a little whimper of
despair, suddenly wanting more than ever to hide herself. She almost ran to the
door at the back of the stage, twisting the handle and tugging at it.
The door was locked.
Tricia fought down the panic inside her as she realized that she was
trapped. She had no choice now but to step down from the stage and into the
club. The myriad of eyes that had aroused her such a short time ago were now
more akin to a torture as she felt her acute shame overcoming her. Her head
hung, her arms dangling at her sides, the naked youngster stepped down from the
stage and made her way across to where Tony was standing, her breasts jiggling
delightfully with every step.
"Nice act," remarked Tony. "You really are a dirty little girl."
"Someone took my clothes," she said plaintively. "I've got nothing to
wear."
"I thought you liked being around men in the nude."
She shot him an angry look. Was there no end to the degradations he
forced upon her?
"Couldn't I have something to wear?" she asked." Everyone is staring at
me."
"Don't worry. You don't have to stay in here."
For a second she felt a wave of gratitude toward the man. Then she saw
the smile upon his face, and she knew he had something in mind.
"Please, Tony, no more," she begged.
"Relax. You've just been asked to do a little private waitressing."
"I don't understand."
"Sam, the boss of this place, has a private room for special parties.
Right now he's got the local chief of police and a few friends in for dinner.
They asked for a waitress, and you're it."
"But I'm naked!"
"Don't worry. The chief's broadminded, and it's good for Sam's business
that he keeps dignitaries like him properly entertained. Helps him when it comes
time to renew his license."
At that moment the club owner appeared, his eyes fixed on Tricia's bare
breasts and pussy as he approached them.
"She okay to do the job?"
"Sure."
"Okay baby, grab that tray and come with me."
"C-couldn't I get my costume?"
"Fuck that. You won't be needing it."
Tricia picked up the tray that lay on the bar. She was only too aware of
the myriad of eyes still fixed on her bare butt as she followed the club owner
across to a door at the side of the room.
"Get in there and take the drinks order," he said.
Cautiously Tricia pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was
smoky, lit by a bright neon light above a card table at which sat four men.
Tricia barely had time to take this in, though, when her arm was grabbed.
She swung round to be confronted by two of the biggest men she had ever
seen. Both were well over six foot tall, with broad chests and thick, ham-like
arms. One was white, the other black. Both had shaved heads, and their noses
were misshapen, obviously broken at some time.
"What the fuck do you want?" growled the black man.
"I... I came to take the drinks order," stammered the youngster.
The man held her at arms length, his eyes taking in her jutting breasts
and bullet-hard nipples, then dropping down to study her shaven crotch. He
grinned at his companion.
"Looks like we got us a waitress," he said. "Go take the order, slut."
He gave a shove that sent the youngster staggering toward the table
where the men were sitting. They looked up as she approached. All were dressed
in tuxedos, the one facing her looking very distinguished, his hair graying at
the temples, his face grim, his thin lips pursed. His stare sent a chill down
Tricia's spine as he scanned her nude form.
"Hmm, very nice," he murmured. "Gentlemen, give the young lady your
orders."
The men ordered their drinks, and Tricia made her way back to the club
room, shivering slightly as she passed the two bruisers at the door. Once again
she found herself the center of attention in the saloon, heads turning as she
made her way to the bar, her cheeks glowing.
The barman loaded her tray, and she set off back to the room. It
occurred to her that, with the tray in her hands, she was more vulnerable than
ever, and she was acutely aware of the bounce of her bare breasts that projected
above the tray as she walked.
Getting the door open was not easy whilst trying to support the tray,
but at last she was inside, passing the grinning bodyguards and making her way
across to the table.
As she leaned forward to place the tray on the table, a hand slid up her
inner thigh and she gave a sudden gasp as she felt a finger slip into her
vagina. She gritted her teeth, placing a glass in front of each of the men,
trying not to think of the finger that twisted inside her most private place.
"You were right, boss," said the man. "Bitch is wet as hell."
"Told you she was a cheap slut. Stand over there, whore. We'll be
wanting more drinks soon."
For more than an hour Tricia was forced to wait on the men, going to and
from the bar with the tray, enduring the stares of dozens of men as she was
obliged to expose herself to them.
At last the card game came to an end. Tricia hoped this would mean she
would be released, but her heart sank when she heard the host's next words.
"Time for another drink gentlemen. I think the guys there are about
ready to put on a show for us."
The words puzzled Tricia. What kind of show could those two bruisers
possibly put on?
When she returned with the drinks, the two men were nowhere to be seen.
There was an air of expectancy about the card players, though, that made her
uneasy.
She placed the drinks down in front of the men, and was about to retire
to the corner, when the police chief beckoned to her.
"W have a little surprise for you, my dear," he said. "Go open that
door."
He indicated a door on the opposite side of the room to the saloon.
Tricia eyed him nervously, wishing she wasn't naked, and therefore so
vulnerable. She padded slowly across to the door and reached for the door
handle.
"Hi baby."
"Surprise!"
Tricia staggered backwards with a gasp. It was the two bodyguards. Both
men were completely naked, standing with their hands on their hips, grinning at
the young beauty.
Tricia's eyes dropped to their groins, and felt her stomach turn over.
Both had massive cocks, their thick shafts standing to attention in the biggest
erections she had ever seen. The black man saw her glance, and his grin
broadened.
"That's right, baby, and they're all for you."
Suddenly the two men moved forward, each grabbing one of Tricia's arms
and lifting her bodily off the floor, her legs kicking in the air as they
carried her across to a table beside where the watching men were sitting. They
slammed her down on her back, knocking the wind from her body. Moments later the
white man had pulled her legs apart and plunged his head down between her
thighs.
Tricia gave a cry as she felt his long tongue penetrate her vagina, the
total intimacy of the act stunning her. Never before had a man put his mouth
down there and she found herself squirming, unwelcome surges of arousal running
through her young body as his tongue lapped at her pussy.
"That's it, eat the bitch," shouted one of the watchers.
"Look at her go. The slut loves it."
At that moment Tricia felt her hair grabbed and her face yanked round to
one side. There, right in front of her eyes, was a massive ebony cock, the vein
throbbing, the tip shiny with lubrication. She needed no further bidding,
opening her mouth as wide as she was able as he rammed his huge shaft between
her lips.
Tricia could only guess at the sight she made, her beautiful, naked body
splayed across the table, her legs spread wide, her pussy shining with saliva as
she thrust up against the intruding tongue whilst at the same time having her
face fucked by the enormous black man.
Then the man between her legs lifted his head, eliciting a moan of
disappointment from the youngster as his ministrations ceased.
"That should be wet enough," he said.
"Yeah, give her what she wants."
At once Tricia felt his cock pressing against her vagina. She wanted to
reject him, to close her legs and fight him off. After all, this was rape wasn't
it? The men had neither sought nor been given her consent to fuck her. Yet, even
now, her body was on fire with lust, and she simply gave a stifled moan as the
man forced his erection into her vagina.
Tricia could barely believe she was able to contain his enormous shaft,
tears of pain running down her cheeks as she felt the walls of her fuck-hole
stretched wide by his intruding cock. Yet still he pressed into her, ramming his
cock home until he was completely embedded in her weeping pussy.
The bulky bodyguard began to fuck her hard, ramming his rampant cock
into her, shaking her lovely young body with the force of his onslaught, so that
her breasts danced back and forth, much to the delight of the watching men.
Tricia thought she might split apart, such was the size of his organ, yet the
pain was more that overshadowed by the sheer lustful pleasure of being filled so
completely. And still she was sucking greedily at the black cock that was rammed
down her mouth, saliva dribbling down its length as she fought for breath. As
the rape continued she tried not to let her lustfulness overtake her shame at
the way she was being displayed and used, yet even now she could feel a massive
orgasm building within her as the two men used her lovely young body.
Just as Tricia felt herself on the brink of her climax, the man withdrew
from her throbbing cunt, causing a flow of wetness to leak onto her thighs and
leaving her sex lips convulsing about empty air, much to the amusement of her
audience.
"Try the bitch's pussy," he said to his companion. "It's nice and
tight."
"Sure."
The thick cock was pulled from her mouth and Tricia was momentarily able
to relax, sucking in the air, her breasts rising and falling, the stiff nipples
dancing up and down. Then her nostrils were filled with the scent of female
arousal as the white bodyguard thrust his bobbing cock into her face and she
opened her lips to receive it.
If anything the black thug's cock was even larger than his companions,
and Tricia's pain began anew as it was forced into her pussy. Once again she
cried out, her shouts muffled by the mouthful of cock flesh, as another erection
was forced into her. The men at the table were shouting out now, calling her the
most degrading names and egging on her two rapists. The men needed no
encouragement, though, using the nude teenager like a sex toy, oblivious to her
cries as they violated her body. Tricia's mind was a blur as the bullies took
their pleasure in her, laughing aloud as they thrust their cocks into her.
"Give us a sandwich," called the police chief.
Tricia heard the words, but didn't understand them. The men did, though
and all at once she felt the pair withdraw again, leaving her gasping on the
table.
Suddenly she felt herself pulled from the table by the white man, his
muscular arms lifting her as if she were a child. She tried to struggle, but his
grip was like iron and she was forced to watch as his black companion seated
himself on the edge of the table, his massive erection rising like a flagpole
from his groin.
Tricia was turned to face him. Instinctively she closed her legs as she
was thrust toward him.
Whack! The man's hand came down on her buttock with stinging force.
"Spread them you fucking slut!"
Tears coursing down her cheeks, the young beauty did as she was told,
stretching her legs wide as she was lowered onto the thick black pole of his
penis.
For the third time she cried aloud as her body was forced onto him, his
erection filling her once again. Never had she felt so replete with cock as she
straddled him, grunting and moaning as he penetrated deeper and deeper until he
was all the way in and her bottom was in his lap. She stared into his eyes, her
cheeks glowing as he grinned down at her. Then he was grasping her shoulders,
leaning back on the table and pulling her down with him, her b are breasts
pressed against his chest.
All at once, Tricia felt hands on her backside, pulling her cheeks
apart. Moments later came the sensation of something wet falling on her exposed
anus. Only then did she realize what the men's intention was.
"No!" She tried desperately to struggle out of the black thug's arms,
but he held her tight. She felt his companion's fingers rubbing the saliva into
her rear hole, making her gasp as his fingers penetrated her. Then his cock was
pressing against that forbidden orifice, bringing whimpers of pain from the
lovely youngster as he forced himself upon her.
As his erection rammed into her rectum, Tricia closed her eyes, trying
not to think of what was happening to her. Could it really be less than a month
since she was an innocent virgin? A young teenager unsullied by the needs and
desires of men? Now here she was, naked in a seedy nightclub with a huge cock
embedded in her vagina and another up her ass. Worse, unlike the privacy of a
bed chamber, this was an open room, full of lustful men watching her
humiliation. As the two bruisers began to pump their cocks into her, Tricia gave
a low moan of despair as she lamented her lost innocence.
This new onslaught was almost more than she could take, the twin cocks
penetrating her soft young body shaking it back and forth like a rag doll, their
huge girths threatening to split the lovely teenager wide open as they took
their pleasure in her. Tricia rode out the ordeal as best she could, screaming
and moaning as a mixture of pain and pleasure filled her body.
Tricia just wanted the pair to come, and to end this awful ordeal. It
was with rising trepidation, therefore, that she felt the pair withdraw once
more, tossing her onto the floor and grinning down at her, their massive
erections bobbing up and down.
"I gotta try that ass," said the black man. "Get her up on the table
again."
Once again Tricia felt herself being lifted up and slammed down onto the
table top, her breasts crushed against the hard, unyielding wood. He legs were
kicked wide apart, then she groaned again as she felt the black man's erection
pressing against her anus.
This time the penetration was easier, so stretched were the muscles of
her sphincter. Still it was no less uncomfortable for the lovely youngster as
the muscular thug rammed his stiff penis deep into her asshole and began to
bugger her with vigor.
Tricia's hips slammed against the edge of the table, the breath forced
from her lungs as she succumbed to the forceful attack. The black man was
seriously aroused now, and with his arousal came a new aggression as he rammed
his thick cock into the innocent youngster's backside. Tricia's eyes were
streaming with tears as she endured the onslaught, her breasts shaking back and
forth with every stroke. The other man had moved in front of her, and she
watched has he ran his hands up and down his shaft, his face a picture of
arousal as he prepared to shoot his load into her face.
There was a gasp from behind her, then Tricia felt her rectum fill with
hot spunk as her attacker came inside her, his hips still pumping hard as spurt
after spurt of his seed shot into her backside. Moments later a gob of slimy
spunk struck her in the face, followed by another, then another as the black
man's companion unloaded the contents of his balls into Tricia's face, the
bitter fluid filling her eyes, nose and mouth as he grunted his appreciation.
Then it was over, and the grinning thugs were withdrawing, leaving the
spunk-splattered youngster gasping, still bent over the table. Tricia was spent
now, her young body racked with pain, yet even now a hand closed about her arm
and pulled her to her feet.
"Come with me."
She stared into the face of the police chief, barely comprehending him
as he dragged her toward the door, her legs scarcely able to carry her.
He marched her down a short corridor, then pushed open a door marked
'Men's Room'. Inside it stank of stale urine, but Tricia's protests were ignored
as he dragged her into a cubicle, slamming and locking the door. The youngster
could only look on dumbly as the man dropped his trousers, revealing a stiff
cock that rose from his groin like a pole. Seating himself on the toilet he
dragged the youngster down onto her knees.
"Suck me you dirty slut!" he ordered.
As Tricia knelt on the filthy floor of the men's room and took the man's
cock into her mouth, she knew she had reached her lowest point. Kneeling naked
in a men's toilet and sucking off a stranger was worse than the cheapest of
whores would tolerate. As she felt his spunk pump into her mouth, the young
beauty wept for her loss of innocence.
