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The Degrading of Trina Ch. 01

By: Jaymal



Trina's friend Kendra returned to the apartment late afternoon Sunday evening, having been out overnight, catching up with some of her other old school pals. The two girls had planned dinner together earlier in the week, before Kendra vacated the sofa-bed she had been sleeping on while visiting town, so she scouted around to see if her host was in. 'Trina? Trina?' No response. She rapped on the bedroom door. 'Trina, you there?'

The vaguest of confirmatory grunts came from the other side of the door. Kendra peered tentatively inside. The drapes were drawn, the room in near-darkness. Trina must've had quite some Saturday night, she thought. The all-day hangover was something she could personally only recall from her student days. She ventured inside, but almost backed out again at the indefinable, acrid stink that filled her nostrils. A huddled shape lay on top of the still intact bed covers. Kendra approached cautiously to check on her roommate. 'Hey Trina, you okay?'

It seemed all Trina could do to raise herself an inch from the bed and fuzzily inquire 'Wha...?' Kendra came close, still balking at the weirdly unpleasant smell, and risked switching on the bedside light. She gasped aloud at what she saw, her jaw remaining dropped for some seconds, while her eyes goggled in disbelief. 'Jesus Christ!' she finally exclaimed, having soaked up the astonishing scene of mortified humanity that lay before her. 'Trina, what... what the fuck HAPPENED to you last night?

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Trina was a slut and she knew it. None of her work colleagues did, nor her friends, even those as close as Kendra. Miss Respectable by day, Trina had kept hidden from all her night-time obsession with porn; not your tame couples variety, no - hard nasty shit, from people who knew how to make it. Stuff where women got used like meat, by perverts who loved their work. No one knew. Nor did anyone know about the late-night anonymous phone sex, where Trina encouraged horned-up strangers to abuse her in their fantasies, till she was subjected to their onslaughts of verbal filth, rubbing herself frantically all the while, coming like a crazy-woman.

No one knew that Trina had moved on from solo fantasy. That she had begun to seek out the real deal, overcoming her initial fears to go out picking up random guys in seedy bars, so she could suck them, fuck them, and become prey to their deep-seated lusts. Within the last couple of months she had been fingered sitting at the bar by the guy buying her drinks, before he had taken her outside and boned her over the back of his car. She had sucked off three separate guys in men's rooms. She had experienced her first and second threesomes, accompanying sex-hungry pairs of strangers to wherever they chose, so they could work her over. It made her feel cheap, guilty and wildly excited all at the same time, and it was escalating. Her dirty thrills did not satisfy her perverse urges, they just inflamed them all the more. 

That Saturday night she walked into Brannigan's bar for the third time in as many weeks, primed to snag two of the dirtiest guys she could find, and hand herself over to their tender care. Hell, she thought recklessly, maybe she would go back with three tonight. Wouldn't that be something? The usual thrill of danger ran through her body as she entered. Brannigan's was a dimly-lit, no-frills guys' bar, where blue-collar workers knocked back beers and whiskey, and let off steam after the working week. What few girls accompanied them knew their place at their guys' sides in this male environment. And then here was Trina, cranking up the slut-factor for effect - strolling up to the bar with every eye fixed on her.

Her petite frame was clad in a black halter mini-dress, with a violently plunging neckline, showing off the considerable cleavage between her 34D breasts. The back was plunging too, almost to the crack of her ass, showing off her happily bra-less condition along the way. Her black strapped heels pushed her some inches above her 5'3", helping display the curves of her legs, all the way up to the dress's perilously high hem-line. A clinging strip of red thong underneath was her one negligible nod to modesty. Her blonde hair danced freely about her shoulders, while her face was decked out in dark mascara and eye-liner, and pouting scarlet lipstick. No ambiguity. She knew, and she knew every guy knew, that she was out to get fucked that night, and the thought made her cream her thong.

Trina had her routine down to a science by now. Cheeky flirtation with the barman as she purchased a beer, casting a glance both ways down the bar, to see which guys were propping it up. A teasing smile to all who caught her eye, promising much to each one, but keeping her options open. Then a slow saunter to the duke box, surveying all the - mostly male - denizens of the bar. Cheerfully deflecting comments thrown her way as she passed, always looking for the hotter guy. A quarter taken from her purse and fed into the machine, to produce the opening bars of a raunchy rock number. Swigging casually from the neck of her beer, then closing her eyes and throwing her head back slightly, as she swayed just a little to the music. Further study of the bar's inhabitants as she continued to dance - the guys circling the pool table, pretending not to look at her, the buddies eyeing her over their drinks at a nearby table, the young stud trying to check her out over his girlfriend's shoulder. She could stay here, or do what she did last time - give some lucky dude a good time on premises, but away from the rest of the crowd, and move on to some other place with even better prospects. The night was young.

He passed her on his way to the men's room, delivering her a knowing look, and she made up her mind instantly. The guy was late twenties, she thought, around her age, tall and clean-shaven, with short dark hair and a great smile. Trina had no intention of waiting for him to speak to her on his return. She felt her pussy further spasm as she left the duke box and followed him slyly, tongue already moistening her lips in preparation.

Trina thought she saw a lot on these occasions, but as she disappeared into the men's room, she had no idea of the glances shared by a scattered group of Brannigan's regulars and of the wordless understanding that passed between them. For Trina's performances around the bar on past occasions had been noted - noted and remembered. Now she had returned one more time to parade herself, blind to the nature of the real feelings she had stirred up. It was a guy called Sal, part-time bar-worker at the place and regular customer when not working there, who gave the signal by pushing back his chair and setting down his drink. His move was copied all round the bar, as a group of men left their chairs and moved off with grin intent. Trina's time had come.

Oblivious to the fate that was closing in on her, Trina shut the men's room door behind her and made a little feminine noise in her throat that caught her chosen guy's attention. He turned around from the urinal where he had been about to unzip, and grinned in surprised delight. He was about to speak, but Trina put a finger to her lips, took him smilingly by the hand and led him towards one of the cubicles. Her nipples were hard at the prospect of what she was once more about to do, as the two of them bustled excitedly inside. She gently pushed him up against the wall. Then she reached up and kissed him, feeling his tongue respond enthusiastically to hers, as she ran her hands over the front of his shirt and down towards the belt of his jeans. 'Mmmm, baby,' she whispered in his ear, as she undid the buckle and began to unbutton him, 'I wanna blow you right here in this stall, that okay?' 

'Oh fuck yeah,' he responded hoarsely, and she slid down his body on to her knees, from where she continued to unfasten him hurriedly. His thickening cock fell heavily out of his shorts as she dragged them down, and she gobbled it up without missing a beat, loving the sensation of how it swelled in her mouth, as she ravenously sucked the head. He was fully hard in seconds, from the heat of her performance, and she wrenched his pants and shorts further down his legs, so she could massage his full length and knead his balls, as she sucked further inches into her greedy mouth. She could hear him groaning at his own good fortune and could feel his fingers stroking her hair, as she went down on him further, slurping in the greater part of his length. 

His hard excitement got her going as well; while working him with one hand, she slipped the other up under her dress and plucked her thong aside, so she could stick two fingers into her slippery hole. A mouthful of stranger's stiff dick in a dirty toilet stall, with the sound in the background of other guys entering the men's room, it made her pussy throb like crazy. She was a slut and this was what sluts enjoyed. She squirmed her tongue lewdly around the bulged head of her guy's cock, staring into his pleasure-suffused face, then she plunged down again, sucking full on his hardness. 'Ohhhhh fuck,' he was hissing through his teeth, as she fellated him with all her self-achieved expertise, inhaling further fat inches into her juicy mouth. She could hear muttering voices from beyond the cubicle door and felt sure they must know what was going on. The thought made her juices flow all the more freely under her busily frigging fingers. Maybe she'd be strolling idly out and past them in a few minutes' time, a trace of cum trickling from the side of her mouth. Yes, she'd like them to see that...

She smoked the cock like it was an addiction (and how far from the truth was that?), willing all that cum to rush boiling from where it brewed in the guy's swollen balls. He was bucking against her now, thrusting himself deeper as his joy approached. Her nipples were hard under her clinging dress, her whole body tense with excitement at his imminent release. She felt his balls clenching in her hand and heard his groans rise sharply in pitch. She co-ordinated it beautifully. Her fingers, crazy on her clit all this while, plunged into her pussy and brought her to a flesh-shivering climax, just as he began to shoot long, luxurious streams of cum into the back of her throat. She moaned in the full rush of orgasm, trying to drink down all his thick essence, but letting some of it spill down her chin, such was the urge for her cock-filled mouth to cry out. She was still shuddering frantically as the guy dribbled his last; then as her body came under control again, she licked him clean and deposited his deflating member back in his shorts.

She rose unsteadily and they leaned smiling at each other against the cubicle wall, both aware from their exchanged glances of the muffled male voices without. 'Your balls all nice and drained, baby?' she asked slyly.

'Oh God yeah,' he responded happily, 'for now at least...' Trina knew he was about to suggest pursuing the evening, but she had other plans, for which she needed a couple of male buddies, so she stopped him with a finger to his lips. 'Let's just leave it like this. Maybe I'll see you here again some night.' He nodded in reluctant agreement, then she looked on as he had the piss he had originally come in for, enjoying the sight of his cock release its strong stream of urine into the bowl. Then he zipped up, grinned again and left her alone in the stall. She took a moment to adjust her soaking thong, then prepared herself to walk brazenly past any guys who had accumulated in the rest-room. God, would she gives these guys the full-beam, as she walked past them. Containing the urge to grin, she swung open the stall door and made to leave.

Trina froze in the doorway, realising in a rush of horror that something was very wrong. Around eight guys, scattered around the men's room, were turning to face her full-on, each of them wearing a severely pissed expression. The nearest was a big-built guy of well over six foot, with short-cropped hair and a torso that bulged out of his check shirt. His bluntly chiselled features were contorted into a mean sneer.

'Where the fuck do you think you're going, bitch?' She stared at him in blank astonishment, her shoulder-bag tumbling to the floor. 'You're not going anywhere. You think you can come in here in your slutty little outfits, pushing your tits in everyone's face and then just walk out again?' Some of the others were contributing their own feelings.

'Fuckin' right she does.'

'Tell her Sal. Tell the bitch.'

'You parade your whore ass round our bar like you own the joint,' Sal was proceeding, 'and then just blow whoever you decide? The fuck you do, bitch. You're gonna learn some fuckin' manners.' He grabbed her by the bottom of her diving neckline and wrenched her tottering out of the stall, bringing her inches from his snarling face. Inside she was screaming in panic; her heart had dropped somewhere into her guts. 'We got a way of dealin' with cock-teasing little sluts like you, ain't that right, boys?' A raucous chorus of agreement, that served to ratchet up the terror with which her mind was reeling. The guy Sal seized her by the hair and pulled, making her gasp aloud. 'On your knees, bitch.' Some shred of spirited anger kept her standing. This was not what she'd come here for. Not like this. She glared back at him, defiantly refusing to kneel.

Whack! His broad hand had let go her hair and smacked her hard across the face, leaving her stunned and smarting. Now he had a tight hold of her hair once more. 'Get on your fucking knees, you dumb bitch, of I'll slap you stupid!' Her spirit and body crumpled, and she found herself back on the floor, staring a second guy that evening in the crotch of his pants.

Sal was bulging already, as he swiftly unfastened his jeans and ripped himself free of his clothing layers. His angry cock sprang out at Trina's face, a fully-pumped nine-inch monster. 'Now what do you do?' She held back. This was way different from back in the stall. Sal cut her no slack. 'Do I have to fucking spell it, bitch? Suck the fucking cock!' She opened up reluctantly and fitted her mouth over the head, around his thick girth. But from there she got no chance to start sucking. Sal took hold of her head firmly with both hands and jammed her all the way down on to his rampant prick, invading her throat to its depths. Her eyes bulged at the mighty surge of thick, hard, choking cock inside her face. He held her there for a moment, helpless and crammed, her nose nearly touching his stomach. 'You like that? Do you? 'Cos you're gonna fuckin' LOVE this!' He raised her nailed head halfway off his dick and began to bang it repeatedly down on to the base of his rock-hard column. She could feel the suction of her constricted vocal tract on that column, could feel its head smacking into her throat, every time he shoved her down. This bastard wasn't going to spare her one iota.

Sal wrenched her off him, thick saliva pouring out of her throat, all over the head of his cock. He let it splatter on to her cleavage for a moment, then he gripped her head, holding it still this time, and re-inserted himself. He thrust himself brutally in and out of her gaping mouth, pounding as deep as he could go, skull-fucking her like an act of vengeance. He went in hard bursts, pulling out sporadically and smacking her around the face once more, paddling her flushed cheeks with the palm of his hand; then he ploughed his cock back in to make her eyes bug once more with its hard piston-action.

Trina's eyes were watering, her mascara starting to run. She was blowing snot-bubbles from her attempts to suck in air through her nose and burbling with saliva-thick incoherence every time the cock withdrew. Her senses were overwhelmed by Sal's violent face-fucking, but she knew this was merely the beginning. The guys were shouting their approval - 'Fuck that bitch's throat! Slap that whore! Fucking make her choke!' - and getting out their own cocks, jacking them hard, getting ready to take their own turn. Her eyes welled with sorrowful tears at the mess in which she had landed herself. Then Sal pulled out like he was done for now. His face was red with excitement and sexual effort. He reached behind her head with both hands and unknotted the halter top, then he ripped the front of the dress down to her waist, so that her big breasts fell out before the gaze of the other men.

'Bitch is all yours, boys, don't be fuckin' nice about it!' And as Sal's hard-cocked buddies crowded around her, full of angry lust, her tears spilled freely down her face.

'Oh God, oh please, oh please don't! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!' she could hear herself blubbering, as one guy grabbed her hair and wrenched her head back. 'Please no, please let me go!'

There was laughter - hard-edged, mocking laughter, from angry men who forgave nothing. The pony-tailed guy gripping her hair dragged her shuffling forward to meet her other captors. 'Aww, poor sweetheart, didn't know it was gonna get so rough. Wants to leave now. Wants to be all curled up at home.' He drew her up sharply and spat, unexpectedly and copiously into her open mouth. With his other hand he was groping her naked tits, twisting hard on her nipples. 'Well you're going fucking nowhere, bitch. We fucking own your ass!' Then he rubbed his erect cock all over her teary, snot-ridden, mascara-plastered visage. 'You look a fuckin' mess already, baby. I hate to think what you'll look like once this evening's done.'

And then she had four, maybe five hard cocks, slapping her in the face at a time, with occasional gobs of spit splatting into her helpless features, so those prick-heads could slither all the more easily about her glistening forehead, cheeks and chin. It wasn't long before her mouth had another dick shoved inside it, even as she sobbed; this time it was the pony-tailed bastard had a grip on her head and was forcing her down on to it, making her swallow all the inches she was given. 'Fucking suck it, you goddam worthless bitch! It's all you're fucking good for! Suck the fucking dick!' Each guy began to take his first turn, Trina slotted on to one thrusting organ after another and made to take it deep into her gullet. She would gag at each turn, then splutter and wretch as the cock withdrew, sucking in all the air she could and drooling in rivers over her breasts, before she had her face fucked once more. Then she was ordered to jerk guys at the same time, a thick shaft pushed into each hand, so that she could pump it good.

Trina was overwhelmed with what was happening to her. On her knees, hemmed in by those sweaty, beery guys, as they mocked and abused her at every turn, her face and tits slapped when anyone got the chance, her face spat on, then her mouth plugged again. Rigid cock squelched in the back of her throat, while in her hands foreskin slid back and forth over those blood-engorged columns, so she could feel every contour, every excited twitch. Oh God, she had thought she was so hot, so slutty-sophisticated, walking into the bar to pick up whatever grizzled, working guy she chose. Well the tables had been well and truly turned, hadn't they? Now she was a whole different level of slut. Powerless and half-stripped, there to take what she was given.

They made her guzzle and masturbate cock on her knees for some more minutes, then on some grunted suggestion she was hauled to her feet, lifted off the ground and inverted by two strong males. They held her there, head dangling backwards, hair hanging towards the floor, while one guy after another penetrated her mouth with his cock and assaulted her throat. They could go deeper now, gripping her head and plunging in to the balls every time, forcing her to inhale all that hard fuck-flesh, so that she puked viscous saliva all over her face and hair when they finally pulled out. She could feel her breasts being slapped and groped, the nipples, now hard, being pinched and further twisted. Her thong was pulled aside and fingers were rudely thrust into her pussy, testing its wetness.


The Degrading of Trina Ch. 01



Sal, it turned out, was doing the exploring. 'Shit, this fuckin' bitch loves it! Strip her, boys, she needs to get her cunt fucked!'

Trina's heels had already clattered to the floor. Now her dress was torn roughly off her body as she hung there, swiftly followed by her slimed panties. She was gasping at the feeling of being stripped utterly nude, when Sal stuffed the soaking panties into her mouth. 'Suck on those! Don't you fuckin' spit them out! Now, give her over to me, boys!'

It was obviously understood that Sal go in first. Trina was lifted upright again and hoisted on to him where he stood, his shirt now open, that huge dick fully elevated and waiting. He seized hold of her ass and with several of the other guys he steadied her, so that his fat cock-head was nudging at the nude lips of her pussy. 'Better hold on, bitch,' he spat, his cruel face inches from hers. 'I'm not gonna make this easy!' She clutched his broad back and stared at him mournfully for an instant, her mouth stuffed full of cunt-flavoured panty material, her eyes still pleading for mercy she knew in her gut she would not be shown. Then he and his buddies let go their support and she slid down, inch at a time on to his thick pole, her pussy expanding dramatically as it was filled. She let go a long, muffled moan at the awesome, overpowering, replete sensation. The other guys left her there, bare heels clutching at his ass, impaled as she was on his giant intrusion.

Sal gripped her ass with his big, calloused hands and heaved her about several times, getting her placed comfortably on his huge girder of an erection. Then he gave several explorative thrusts deeper inside her, clutching her petite body to his and drawing a helpless mewling sound from her restricted mouth.

'Fuckin' sweet,' he grunted in his initial satisfaction. 'You'll do, bitch.' He shunted her in reverse, his trousers and shorts still wrapped around his legs, slamming her into the inside door of the men's room. Her body braced against the wooden surface, he rammed himself inside her as far as he would go. She let loose a stifled wail as he speared her utterly, then she clung on in desperation as he commenced to hammer her with a long series of massive up-thrusts. Her ass cheeks alone cushioned her against the door at each brutal, crushing fuck-stroke. He was up close to her, his broad, muscular chest pressing into her tits, his grunting, grimacing features inches from hers, so that she felt his breath with every expletive he spat in her face. And his great, blood-pumped weapon skewering her with ease, so wet and open was her excited cunt.

Because she WAS excited. However appalled she felt at the turn events had taken, however scared she was at the angry, vengeful lust of these horrible men, it was thrilling her, steeling her nipples, engorging her clitoris, making her whole body throb with whorish, primitive longing. She couldn't help it - it was what, way deep down, she'd come looking for. She wanted this brutish guy right where he was, shafting her to her most extreme depths with his big dick, using her, reducing her to nothing more than a tarted-up fuck-hole. Oh sweet Jesus she fucking loved it, it was going to make her come, come all over his nasty, violating cock!

'Ohhh fuck,' he was saying, as he screwed her, 'fuck you, you fucking bitch! You fucking piece of trash! Fuck you, you dirty bitch!' She couldn't even reach her clit with her hand, but she was coming anyway. Coming in a hot, ecstatic surge all over him, every particle of her slam-fucked body exploding with orgasmic elation as she drenched his ravaging organ in cunt-juice. Christ, did he dig that. 'Ohhh fuck, you love it, you two-bit piece-of-trash whore! You fuckin'... fuckin'...' He nearly faded into incoherence, such was the violence of his own orgasmic on-rush. 'Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna come, you fuckin' slut!'

He pinned her hard against the door and drew his length right out of her clinging cunt-hole, then he let her slide on to the floor, so she could stare into his livid, twitching, juice-drenched column. The panties he plucked out of her mouth. 'Suck on it! Ohhhhh fuuuuucckkkk....!' He had only commanded, she had only touched her lips to the quivering head, when Sal's cock started to propel its abundance of hot, thick fuck-juice all over her startled face. Jets of semen sprayed from her lips around her chin and nose, then Sal pulled back so he could direct his hosing inundation straight into her eyes and forehead. She squealed and screwed her eyes tight, as his spewing cock enveloped her in its dense, sticky mess. In the background was the appreciative laughter of his buddies; they loved seeing their slut-of-the-night take this multiple blasting and they wanted to add their own dirty loads. All in time, she knew, as Sal's effusion of cum finally petered out, the hot, stinking muck clinging to her face, some trickling thickly from her chin on to her chest, as the bastard wiped his cock clean in her hair, like she was a fucking piece of toilet roll. She was going to get way more than she'd expected that night. It scared the shit out of her, but she was still curling her tongue around her mouth, involuntarily licking up Sal's salty jizz. Her hand was still creeping, hardly with her knowing it, between her thighs. And her response was not lost on the guy who had just defiled her.

'Look at that, fuckin' slut can't get enough! Bitch wants more! Isn't that right?' She was blinking through the gluey gunk that had momentarily sealed her lashes together, when Sal hauled her upwards by the hair on to her feet and paraded her like a puppet before the others. 'Tell them, bitch, you love this shit, don't you?' 

'You bastard,' she moaned, her hand still searching between her legs. 'You bunch of fucking bastards...'

'Yeah, but you fucking love it, don't you, bitch?' Sal tightened his grip on her hair. Seven other guys were staring at her in her cum-glazed shame, each of them unhinged with the urge to fuck. She found herself lost and furious and weeping in front of them, but giving the faintest nod of agreement as well. 'Uh-huh.' The sound was out of her throat before she could help it. And as if taking that as his cue, Sal wrenched her forward by the hair, dragging her on to all fours like a dog on the dirty tiles of the toilet floor.

They surrounded her in an instant, crowding her with hard cock. Some burly individual already had her from behind, was parting her legs from his kneeling position, fitting the head of his primed length between her wet, engorged lips. He roared inside her with a single bullish thrust and slammed home, providing her with her second filling of the evening. Then as his fingers sank into the soft flesh of her ass and he began his savage rutting on her, her head was dragged upwards by the hair, so two more lust-swollen dicks could vie for access to her mouth. The guys stretched her lips wide for a moment, as if trying to shove themselves together into her face. Then they took to spearing her turn-about, distorting her cheeks and boring into the back of her throat to make her gag once more, before exiting just so the reinforced shafts could slap her hard around the face. After that it was different guys, different cocks - all raging hard, burying themselves down her gullet, while the rear assault on her pussy continued apace, quaking through her whole exposed body on each demanding thrust. And those not involved at any given moment just angled for their turn, letting their disgusting epithets rain down upon her all the while. 'Fuck that whore, fuckin' ram it up her! Give her what she fuckin' needs!'

The guy pummelling her from behind went frantic on her, fingers biting into her ass bruisingly, as he roared to his climax. 'Fuckin' bitch...fuckin' bitch...youuuu filthy fuckin' bitch!' She felt him jam himself to her deepest recesses as his cock unloaded, giving her cunt its first cum-filling of the evening. The fingers of her right hang were on her clit when it happened; how long they'd been there she had no idea. It was hard to keep them in place, what with the onslaught at both ends, but she clamped her hand to her crotch and frigged desperately as rear-guy came, possessed with a clamouring need to get herself off too. She peaked hard, but could scarcely express herself; nipples sticking out like bullets, throat releasing a gurgling wail all over the great dick that currently crammed it. Orgasm was screaming all through her body, so she hardly knew where she was any more. By the time the rush had sizzled its way free of her, another hard cock had stowed itself in her cunt from behind and was banging her grimly, sending her down the road to shameful, whorish euphoria all over again.

'Ohhhhhhh shit,' she moaned, in between great mouthfuls of dick, 'Ohhhhhh you fuckers, you dirty bunch of fuckers...' 

The pony-tailed guy suddenly had a hold of her face, squeezing her cheeks together in his iron grip, staring lividly into her eyes. 'Sal wasn't joking, you're really gettin' off on this, aren't you, bitch? You're fuckin' lapping it up, aren't you?' He whacked her across the face, then grabbed her mouth again. 'Aren't you, bitch? Say it!'

The words came bubbling out of her distorted mouth like she couldn't help it. 'Oh God, yes I do! I fucking do!' 

'Go one,' her tormentor urged fiercely, squishing her lips together in his unforgiving grip, as from behind she continued to have her pussy ploughed. He eased his grip a little, so she could speak. 'Tell us what you're gonna do for us.'

As if she wasn't exposed enough before these filthy, fucking shitheels, she let them all see to the very bottom of her own depravity. She could hear the mania in her own faltering voice. 'Ohhhhhh God...... I'll give you fuckers whatever you want, alright? That what you want to fucking hear? I'll lick your fucking balls for you, I'll suck off all your dirty cocks, I'll swallow your fucking jizz! Come on, you bastards, give it to me! You want me to lick out all your assholes? You fucking like that? You fucking like that, you bunch of motherfuckers? I'm good for it, this fucking bitch is good for it!' 

God, they laughed at that. Laughed at the sassy bitch playing into their hands, giving herself up to what she deserved. It all began to blur after that. The guy fucking her pussy didn't finish there, he exited her and strode round the front, made her swallow his cunt-soaked length, made her feed on her own juice. Then when he had used her face to pump himself to climax, he pulled out and released a sticky fountain hard over the bridge of her nose, so that it splattered outwards, enveloping her whole face in an opaque mask of clinging jizz. From that point on there was a series of insertions and retractions from behind her, cocks banging her pussy in brisk, hard shifts, keeping her close to orgasm all the time. And from the front, exactly what she had cried out for - inflated, cum-filled balls stuffed into her mouth so she could slurp on them, more cock driving down her throat making her choke and wretch, then her face shoved between fuck-knew-whose parted ass cheeks, so she could thrust her tongue into some filthy bastard's hairy asshole.

'That's it, get it right up there, bitch! Do what you fucking said!' She knew that voice, it was Sal's, the alpha-male bastard who, she was sure, had instigated the whole business. He reached behind and grabbed her by the back of her head, forcing her tight into him. 'Lick out my ass like the filthy piece of shit you are!' There was nothing to be done, she was part of this now, of her own spiralling degradation. She clutched his ass cheeks with both her hands and burrowed her tongue into his rancid tunnel, past wondering why the horrible act might turn her on even more. Then she even helped the bastard further, reaching around the front and masturbating his re-energised cock with one hand, while her writhing muscle continued to squirm her way into his rectum.

As though he couldn't take it any more, Sal broke from her hold and swung around, so he could whack her several times around the face with his dick, like it were a hefty length of pumped fire-hose. Then he plunged it back down her throat and fucked her face harshly for some minutes more. He pulled out of her clinging tract with a juicy 'shhhlukkk' sound and fixed her with a viciously lustful stare, as if conflicted over what to do next. Inexplicably he began to zip his erection back into his pants, right in front of her face.

'Wait here with the guys, bitch,' he told her, as if she had any choice, and he paddled her cheek firmly with the flat of his hand. 'I've got a surprise lined up.' 

Not another one, Trina was thinking, but she had little time to dwell on possibilities, for before Sal had left the men's room, she was skewered fore and aft by yet another pair of hard cocks. All the while he was gone she stayed full of recklessly pumping man-meat. She lost track of the cock-exchange in her throat and cunt, and had only a vague idea that two more guys bust their nut inside her swimming pussy. She found herself back on her knees, head yanked back by some rough hand or other, while the three who had yet to unload crowded around her, jacking themselves furiously in her face.

They popped one-two-three, successive wads of cock-slime exploding in her face as she squealed and gasped, ricocheting drops of glutinous white goo pelting her hair and shoulders. The final shots faded away in trajectory, splattering on to the floor. Trina was hardly aware; every orifice in her face - eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears - was clogged with fresh cum. She could not even see clearly as her head was grabbed once more, by pony-tail boy she thought on hearing his voice, and shoved to within inches of the floor.

'Lick it up, slut, clean up the fuckin' floor!' He held her there, fingers curled tight through the roots of her hair, and she did what she had to - blinked through the stinging muck in her eyes and thrust out her tongue to slaver it through the congealing spatters of cum that bedecked the toilet's filthy tiles. 'Go on, lick it up, you cum-eating whore! Fuckin' swallow it all!' The other guys joined in the chorus and she lapped up every sticky puddle she could find, her tongue working like a vacuum. Whether it was more because she had to or because she actually wanted to she hardly knew. Then her chief captor twisted her head to the side and crushed her cheek to the floor, using her face and hair like a mop to clean up the rest. This was it, she thought vaguely, her pussy still spasming with a fucked-up desire she could not suppress. Her degradation was complete, surely...

'Wait till you get a load of this shit!' The door had banged open and Sal was back in the room, even as her pony-tailed tormentor finished off using her as a floor cloth, loud with lust-fused self-importance. 'Saw one of these in a German porno, so I went and got one, for when our little fuck-friend here showed up again.' Trina could not even see to what he referred, her head still pressed to the floor as it was, but some of the other guys were laughing in recognition.

'Fuck, Sal,' one was guffawing, 'you use that at home?'

Sal was suddenly over her, wrenching her upwards on to her feet, his bluntly handsome features contorted with the same sex-charged malice as before. 'No, it's all saved up for Little Miss Cum-slut here. You okay, sweetheart? You havin' a good time? You know we don't even know your name. What do they call you when it's not 'fuckin' whore'?'

'T-Trina, I'm called Trina,' she gasped, looking around to see what indignity might be perpetrated on her next. 

'Trina... Trina, that's real pretty,' Sal mused, his rough hand caressing her throat. 'Guess when mom and dad gave you that pretty name they didn't know they were gonna raise such a fuckin' little cock-hound, did they? Did they, Trina? Such a filthy, ass-lickin' piece of shit! If they could see you now, they'd be real proud...' His other hand tightened on the back of her head, as his voice hardened. 'Okay, get down on and lie on your back, bitch. Then pull your legs up and open that ass!' He shoved, hard, and she was down in an instant, lying where she had just licked up the cum. 'Do as I say, bitch, get your feet off the ground and pull those fuckin' cheeks apart!' 

She saw the reason why even as she was doing it, pulling her knees up towards her chest like in some gym routine, then grasping her butt cheeks with both hands and stretching them to each side. She had been expecting a cock rammed up her ass as a matter of course, but not this. Sal was at one of the wash-hand basins, filling a large bag of blue reinforced plastic with water. Proceeding from the bag was a white plastic tube several meters in length, ending in a pointed nozzle. Trina had only seen this type of apparatus in photographs before. Her buttocks clenched instinctively at the sight, even as she prised them apart. 

'Get her ready, Karl, you know what to do,' Sal barked mid-task, at his pony-tailed associate. Karl was on it already, standing at another sink, his trousers hitched up again, squirting gel-soap from a dispenser all over his fingers.

'Keep like that,' he instructed her, kneeling down between her raised legs. 'Stretch that asshole.' She clenched her jaw and moaned in a thrill of excited horror as he did it - inserted one, then two gel-coated fingers into her anus and began sliding them back and forth, applying a slippery glaze to her rectal opening. 'Get you nice and ready,' Karl explained, licking his lips in ardent appreciation of his task. Trina stared up between her legs, watching the movement of his hand as he worked his fingers in and out of her tight rear hole. Tears welled in her eyes once more at the completeness of her exposure in front of all those leering faces. Her heart raced under the evil sensation of Karl's digital exploration and her pussy seeped moisture once more. She couldn't help it. 

Sal was filling the capacious bag brim-full from both taps, she could see in the set of his jaw how much he was looking forward to this. 'Okay, stick the tube inside her.'

Karl slid his fingers free of her asshole's tight suction and took hold of the nozzle, as Sal passed it to him. With no ceremony he shoved it where his fingers had been and Trina gasped hard as the enema tube inserted itself a good four inches up her rectum. 'Grip it,' Karl instructed her, but he needn't have said it, her muscles were clamping naturally on the invading tube, clutching it firmly, sealing off any possibility of imminent leakage. She could see the flow of water all the way down the transparent tube, sealed off just inches above her ass with a plastic clasp. Her heartbeat continued to pound in her ears, as she watched Sal lift the now heavy bag from the basin, full with several litres of water, and raise it high into the air. 

'You ready for this, Trina?' he sneered from above. 'This is gonna fuckin' clean you out. Karl, take that clip off and let's see what fuckin' happens.' Seven pairs of eyes were boring into her, eager to see the outworking of this fresh indignity, as Karl reached forward and unclipped the tube.

Weight and gravity did their work with startling efficiency. Water rushed down the tube and surged up Trina's rectum like a flash flood up a storm drain. 'Ohhhh shit! Shit! Fucking shit!' She was flooded to the bowels in seconds, her innards suddenly, dramatically expanded like she couldn't have believed with lukewarm fluid. The water pressure from the bag bloated her to the colon, her feet slapping to the floor as she lost control of her body. All she knew in those instants was a sudden and complete filling like she had never known. 'Oh God, you fuckers! You total fuckers!' They were all laughing at her predicament, even as she tried to adjust to the inner sensation of swollenness. It was obviously judged that her body had accepted as much as it could possibly take, as Karl was attaching the clasp once more and unplugging the tube just above it. She was left on the floor, her ass raised slightly off it, just a short length of hose jutting out of her anus from the nozzle. 




The Degrading of Trina Ch. 01



'Oh God, oh shit, why the fuck are you doing this?' 

'You'll find out, bitch, just keep it all inside.' Sal was setting down the equipment, climbing down beside her. 'You make a fuckin' mess in here, I'll slap you till you can't see straight.' She couldn't believe it, he was turning her over on to her knees, still expecting her to retain all that had been pumped inside her. She felt a near intolerable pressure in her guts, wanted nothing else than to tear out the nozzle and shit the enema out all over the toilet floor, yet somehow she clung on. 'Five minutes, that's what it said in the instructions, Sal was telling her, 'and that's how long you hold it. Maybe you need somethin' else to take your mind off it. She didn't know what he meant until his cock was back down her throat.

It seemed longer than five minutes, that internal dam-burst waiting to happen from her rectal tract, while her vocal tract reckoned again with Sal's thrusting pole. And somewhere in her mind she was in touch with the incredible shaming lewdness of her situation, the new depth that had been reached. When Sal finally pulled out, his words were hardly comforting. 'Okay, that's long enough. Get yourself on to the bowl. Then you can let it go.' She couldn't walk, all she could do with her swimming insides was drag herself on hands and knees to the nearest cubicle and haul herself on to the toilet seat naked with the guys all watching her. They were staring too as she reached behind herself, searching for the plastic insertion that was corking her, but she didn't even care right then. All she wanted was that immediate, essential release. Her fingers wrapped around the tube and leaning agonisingly forward on the seat, she eased it free.

The contents of her crammed bowels spewed out of her into the bowl with a fury that threatened to knock her off the toilet seat. Her entire body went into spasms from the force of the evacuation, so that she had to brace herself against the sides of the of the cubicle. 'Ohhhhh fuuuuckkkkk! Ohhhhh my God! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!' She knew they were all goggling at her, naked and thrashing and shitting herself clean of the enema and all that it washed out of her, but her relief was so complete that she didn't feel the shame. It was only when empty, utterly cleansed, that she subsided forwards, elbows resting on her knees, face in her hands, and the full sense of her humiliation rushed in on her. She sobbed, her whole body shaking, all sense of herself wiped away, other than that she was a degraded toilet slut. She must be, why else would she still, at that moment in time, have a crazed urge to rub her clit?

And still they laughed and talked about her, she could hear it through her sobs. 'Fuck, did you see that?' 'Fuckin' amazing! I thought she was gonna explode!' 'Shit, I wish I'd got that on camera!' 

But more disconcerting was Sal's conversation with Karl, filtering through the other babble of noise. 'Yeah, Jeb's tendin' bar right now,' the chief instigator was saying. 'He's locked the place down. Nobody else disturbin' us tonight.'

'And everyone out there...'

'They know what's goin' on in here, and they all want a piece of it.'

'Holy God!' Karl sounded as enthused as before. 'This is turning into one hell of a fuckin' night.'

'No shit, and it's got a long way to go. What do you think of that, bitch?'

Trina raised her head blearily from her hands, their meaning and its full implications only gradually permeating her fuddled mind. Sal and Karl were staring at her with great shit-eating grins plastered all over their faces. 'What?' she asked vaguely.

'What do you say we take this little party out into the bar?' said Sal, as his buddy laughed. 'Shame to keep all the fun to ourselves. Want to make some more friends?' 

She stared at him in her exhaustion, and somehow managed to scrape together a little defiance. 'You bastard. You fucking bastard. Okay then, fucking bring it on.'

Sal grinned at his buddy Karl. 'You know I could get to like that slut after all.' He turned his twisted smile on her. 'I'll be back in a bit, Trina. I've got some calls to make from the bar. I got some really sick friends would love a piece of you. I'm gonna go invite them.' She held his stare, clung to the scrap of spirit she had found, bracing herself against whatever was still ahead. 'Then I'm gonna come right back here and take first turn fuckin' you up the the ass.' She didn't even blink - this girl would take whatever she was given and then demand more. She would show them what she was good for. 

Sal turned back to Karl and the other guys. 'And while I'm gone, Karl, you know how to work the enema kit. Clean her out one more time same as before. Only give her longer. And Bob?' He turned to another eager member of the group. 'You bring your home-movie camera? It's in the car, yeah? Well go fetch it. Let's GET it on camera this time.'