Paul Gable - Beach girl in bondage

"Let's clean 'er up before Karen gets here," Rick suggested, throwing an old towel over to his buddy after wiping up his crotch.

"Thanks," Jack said, making a face as he tried to find a clean spot on the towel before wiping up.

The two men said little, glancing at Camey occasionally to make sure she didn't try to get away. The young woman was exhausted, lying on one side and curling her legs up to her chest. She still felt that burning, pulsing ache in her clit. Glancing up she saw both Rick and Jack dressing, sliding their bathing suits up, flipping their cocks into the small nylon pouches. Camey bit her lower lip, trying to fight down that terrible feeling still glowing between her legs. What kind of awful little slut was she becoming? Those two men had made her commit two acts of sexual perversion, and still she wanted more.

"Upstairs for a while, baby. You've had your fun here," Rick said, walking over to the desk top and sliding his hands under her arms. He unbuckled her bonds.

Camey shuddered at his touch. Oh, her body was still alive, still wanting to be held, pawed, fucked! But the two men weren't interested in screwing her now. Weakly she climbed the stairs, her legs giving way occasionally.

They reached the kitchen, moved through the darkened hall to the bathroom.

"Jesus fuck, she's a load to handle when she's down," Jack commented as Camey nearly passed out. Her legs gave out from under her and she fell back against the big dark-haired weightlifter.

Rick flipped on the light and stood back while his buddy shoved the girl up to the cracked porcelain tub. When her legs touched the cold lip of the tub Camey snapped to, looking around and seeing where she was.

The place was filthy, as dirty as the rest of the unkept house. Water dripped from an unwashed sink while the floor had buckled years ago from seepage. A strange pungent odor hung in the air of that tiny room. Camey saw roaches scurrying to get out of the sudden burst of light. She shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her arms.

"Up you go, baby. Time to wash up. Whew, you smell of cunt juice and cum!" Rick said, wrinkling up his nose as he lifted the girl off the floor and hoisted her into the bathtub.

"Sit down," Jack ordered.

"Yeah, enjoy it," Rick said, leaning over and twisting the spigot. At first nothing came out. The pipes rattled, threatening to tear through the poorly plastered wall. Then a gush of rusty water shot from the old faucet, splashing all over the tub and onto Camey's hot little body.

"Aiyeee!" the girl shrieked.

Camey jerked her arms up, placed her hands on the edges of the bathtub and tried to climb out. The water was cold, icy cold, as it splashed on her hot flesh, knocking the air from her lungs. She gasped, kicking both legs out, trying to tuck then under her ass for support as the brown water swirled under her.

"Get back," Rick snarled, backhanding her.

The blow knocked her against the wall, dazing the blonde teen temporarily. She slid back onto the cold porcelain bottom, the icy water reviving her quickly. Camey scooted back, her eyes wide with fear. For a second time the girl tried to scramble out of the tub. Jack shot his knee against one cheek, sending her tumbling back in.

"I'll take care of this," Rick said, getting up on the toilet and balancing himself on the narrow lip.

He reached down, peeling the front of his bathing suit down to his knees. Camey looked up and saw he was holding his dick in both hands. What was he going to do, force her to give him another blowjob?

But no, his cock was still soft. He made no attempt to work it up to full length and thickness. He was just standing there, closing his eyes, flexing his thigh and butt muscles occasionally while breathing heavily. What was he trying to do?

Camey found out the terrible answer in a second.

"Ohhhhh!"

The young woman saw a few yellow droplets ooze from his piss-slit. At that moment she knew he was going to piss on her! She shrank back, covering her face protectively with one hand while still hanging onto the edge of the tub with the other. The cold water seemed to get warmer as the few droplets became a strong yellow stream of hot piss.

"Yeah, yeah!" Jack said, his eyes widening with pleasure. Standing next to his buddy, the big man pushed the front of his suit down and held his soft cock with both hands, aiming the head at the girl's face.

"Open your mouth, honey. Open it up so I can fill it with my piss," Rick said.

"No, no!" Camey cried, turning her face away from them. The girl kept telling herself it would be over soon. No matter what they did to her it would soon end. She'd wash herself clean of their filthy piss, bathe her body in that cold water.

But still she shuddered with revulsion. How low could she slip? Now she was no better than the bottom of an old toilet bowl! Camey sucked in her breath as the hot yellowish stream cascaded over her belly, splashing onto her tits and neck. It was useless and stupid for her to try to get away from them. Turning away she felt the double stream splash over her asscheeks and into her crack. Twisting the other way made her cunt fair game.

Finally the girl sat half turned away from Rick and Jack, enduring this latest humiliation. Their piss filled her navel, trickling down to her cunt and wetting down the hairs there.

Camey shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out with frustration, anger and disgust. The hot double stream stung her nipples, slicked down her tits and chest and belly. She felt piss on her chin, and she clasped one hand over her mouth to muffle the gagging sound she began making.

"Okay, man, she's ready for a wash down," Rick said, shaking the last of his piss off.

Jack joined him in unplugging the bathtub drain and letting out the mixture of rusty cold water and piss. Then they told her to wash down well, watching her all the while, commenting on how well she could give head, fuck, even take on a pissing session. All those "compliments" bit into the girl's strong pride. As she splashed the cold water all over her body Camey tried to think of her home. Even Brad wasn't all that important any more. All she wanted was out of this terrible place, away from these men who were bent on degrading and hurting her as much as they could.

"Okay, honey, don't spend all fuckin' night in there," Rick said, bending over and letting out the water.

She stepped unsteadily from the tub, dripping water, her flesh turning a light blue from the drafts whistling through the tiny bathroom. They didn't give her anything to dry with until they were back in the basement. And then it was the filthy towel both and Rick had wiped their cocks off with earlier.

Both men were about to try something else with Camey when they stiffened, their ears pricking up at the sound of an approaching car.

"Karen," Rick said, his lips curling into a smile.

Camey shivered, wishing she had something she could wrap around her shoulders. She was cold, her body aching with fatigue and tension. Apparently they were all turning some sort of corner with the arrival of this strange girl she'd met briefly at Brad's.

Camey sat quietly as she listened to the sound of an opening door upstairs, the creaking ceiling as someone walked toward the stairway, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"You've got her?" A soft feminine voice asked in the darkness.

Camey leaned forward, seeing the familiar shape and face of the girl who'd become hysterical in that beach-front apartment earlier. She seemed changed now, more in control, far from the hippy-type girlfriend she appeared to be four clays ago. Karen wore her long hair pulled back and rolled into a small bun. Her tight-fitting black blouse and matching slacks clung to her lithe body like a second skin.

"Sure, baby, we don't mess up," Rick said, sliding one arm around her small waist and kissing her on the cheek.