Paul Gable - Beach girl in bondage

Karen didn't turn, her eyes flashing with anger as she stared at the naked blonde teen cringing under her steady gaze. Karen smiled coldly, drawing away from Rick and folding her arms in front of her.

"All this must seem a little over dramatic," Karen began.

Camey didn't know what to say. Over dramatic? She nearly laughed. That certainly was an understatement, considering the hell both men had been putting her through.

"I have my reasons," Karen continued, pacing back and forth in front of Camey. The taller, older woman went on in a monotone, speaking almost like a professor in front of his class. There was no sense of the personal in her tone of voice. Everything was calculated, businesslike, almost as if the girl had prepared this speech days earlier.

In it Camey learned Karen had more than a sexual interest in Brad. What it was she couldn't tell for the moment. But apparently Karen felt Camey was a threat, a big enough threat for her to be "eliminated".

At the sound of that word the girl let out a low moan. Karen's eyes flickered with excitement at that sound. She turned and smiled at the girl.

"I don't necessarily mean we're going to kill you. That, of course, is up to [missing text]."

Camey wanted to drop to her knees and beg for mercy. But she could tell that kind of movement would get nothing from Karen but scorn and possibly a kick in the ribs from one of the men. No, she had to play the game and find out what was happening.

"Fortunately, I've got other ways to ensure you won't be seeing Brad or any of his friends again," Karen said, her eyes narrowing.

For the first time Camey felt really afraid.

Both men fucked her once again while Karen disappeared upstairs for a while. While Rick fucked the girl Jack searched around the basement, smoking and finding a half-full bottle of whiskey.

Rick fucked her rapidly this time, apparently not caring whether the girl enjoyed herself or not. Had he fucked her like this an hour earlier Camey knew she would have cum. She'd been so hot after that ass-fucking she'd have reached climax at the touch of a dick against her clit.

But now she was somewhat calmed down, and his rapid cunt-trenching did nothing for her. She could barely feel the pistoning thrusts.

Camey thought about her house again, about her mother and father who were worrying about her, she was sure, by now. Would they call the police? And even if they did, what good would that do? How could they possibly know she'd become mixed up in this horror show? The young woman turned her head and cried. Her sobs excited Rick even more.

"You think I'm hurting' you, eh, baby? Man, wait 'til later," he said in a thick voice.

He pumped for a few more seconds, then hooked his legs around hers and thrust wildly. His face turned a bright red while his breathing became rapid wheezing. Camey felt his dick jerking inside, twitching against her moist cuntal folds. He was cumming, shooting his wad inside her. Already she could feel streams of his jizz trickling out from her cunt and wetting down her asscheeks.

"You through?" Jack asked, his voice a little slurred from the whiskey he'd consumed.

"Yeah, you want her?" Rick asked, climbing off the moaning girl.

"Naw, don't care much for sloppy seconds."

Both men giggled at that comment. Jack waved the now-empty bottle over his head and a kind of salute to his buddy, then stared at it and smiled vaguely.

"Let's see if the bottomless pit's got a bottom," Jack said, crawling over to the supine girl and shoving the neck of the bottle into her cunt.

Camey cried out, jerking her ass up, then falling back as the smooth cold glass penetrated.

Jack corkscrewed the bottle, pushing it deeper until the blonde teen screamed that she couldn't take any more. Twice Camey tried to shove the awful invader from her cunt, drawing her knees together, catching Jack's wrists with her fingers and pushing with all her might.

But the men were stronger, laughing at her vain attempts to break free.

"Okay, baby, fuck it. Go on, fuck it like you fuck all those hot dicks in you," Jack muttered.

Camey moved her thighs slowly at first. Then she increased her speed as the slick, coldness warmed in her pussy. She thought of Brad, of Rick, of Jack, and those images created a wild sensation in her mind. Still it didn't create the satisfaction she needed to bring herself off.

Suddenly Karen's cold eyes, Jack's sneer, Rick's filthy words and beating hands flashed through her mind and the girl felt her clit bristling, alive now with lust. She fucked back at the bottle drilling her cunt, the juices flowing freely, creating soft, slurpy, sucking sounds as Jack pumped the bottle in and out faster and faster.

Camey jerked her hips, raising her ass, pumping up and down. The bottle jiggled, Jack barely able to keep his fingers steady on it. Rick fell on her, shoving his bathing suit down once more and shoving his cock in her mouth. God, how he loved it when she sucked on his dick. Now the girl didn't think twice about sucking cock. Instead she meekly obeyed his silent command, peeling back her lips and taking the full length of his prick while her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. The bottle jerked and bobbed, the smooth finish sucking softly against her cuntal walls. Her clit swelled to the bursting point.

Just as she exploded into a powerful orgasm Rick shot off in her mouth. Camey choked and coughed, her belly, tits and face flushed with excitement as her pussy clamped shut on the fucking bottle.

"Man, she ain't no better than some retarded Hollywood whore," Rick muttered, drawing back and flipping his cock back into his trunks.

Yes, he was right. She was no better than some slut. That was all she was good for fucking. Camey gradually began to realize that she was out of those women who could never get enough fucking. Let them fuck her to death. Right now she didn't care if she lived or died.

"Okay, baby, clean up. We ain't got time to take you back upstairs," Rick said, tossing her the filthy towel.

Camey winced. It smelled of cum. Still it was better than nothing. Quickly she wiped her mouth and tits, dropping the soft material down to her crotch and dabbing the wet curly hairs dry.

At that point they all heard Karen coming back down the stairs. Camey dropped the towel, and her mouth opened wide as she saw the girl reappear with a Polaroid camera and flash attachment in one hand, and German shepherd dog on a leash in the other.

"I brought him with me," she explained, smoothing her hair back and patting the bun while handing the camera over to Jack. "I had to feed him upstairs. He doesn't do a thing unless he's had dinner," she said, glancing down at Camey and smiling coldly.

"You want shots of her and him?" Jack asked. Both men's eyes lit up. Already Camey was beginning to get an idea of what was going to happen next.

"It's insurance, dear," Karen said, her voice having the edge of a knife.

The woman jerked the leash up, making the sniffing dog whine with surprise. He sat down, his bushy tail moving back and forth slowly while he stared up at his mistress. Karen ignored him for the time being, watching as Jack made sure the camera was in working order.

"No one will doubt the authenticity of those shots. I'm sure you'll keep away from Brad, from the beach, if we want," she added, her smile broadening.

At this point Karen knelt down, running her slender fingers through the animal's gray fur. She seemed to enjoy this sensation, closing her eyes and seemed to enjoy breathing lewdly while hugging the whining dog close to her body. There was something erotic about what Karen was doing. Of course she was only petting the beast. But it was the way she moved her hands through his hair that made Camey shudder.