Paul Gable - Beach girl in bondage

"You've got a new friend," the girl said to the big dog, standing up a little immediately and unhooking the black leather leash from his collar. The animal whined through his nose, looking quizzically up at his mistress.

"Some shots now?" Jack asked.

"Don't waste film," Karen snapped. "Get up." Camey shook her head from side to side, her eyes rounded with terror as she stared fixedly at the approaching animal. He had dropped his head, his tail wagging slowly from side to side and lowered between his hindquarters. His fur seemed to bristle, especially around his thick powerful neck. With a tiny whimper Camey put her hands behind her and slid backward. Jack, Rick and Karen were in front of her, their lips curled into cruel smiles. Dangling from Jack's right hand was that awful camera.

"Feed!" Karen snapped.

That word made Camey cry out. Feed? What was she, nothing better than the slop dribbled out of some can for that dog? Her thoughts were interrupted when the animal leaped forward, his mouth open, revealing that double white row of fangs.

Camey screamed, falling back and snapping her naked legs together while protectively covering her face and throat with both hands. Something hot and wet licked her chin and cheeks. She screamed again, thrashing wildly on the floor, trying to knock the animal off her.

"No, get him off, oh, God, get him off me!" she screamed.

His jaws leaked spit. The big tongue slopped over her, chin and mouth. He seemed almost friendly for the moment. But Camey was consumed with horror and revulsion. His hot, furry weight was disgusting to her. She wanted to throw up. Her belly turned over while her mouth went sour and dry.

There was some laughter. Then Camey felt the animal draw back.

"No, no, get away, get away!" Camey cried in a tiny voice. She leaned back, one foot tucked under the ass protectively while her hands were still crossed in front of her throat. Would he tear her to pieces? Could Karen and the others control this animal if he were to get out of control?

The woman snapped her fingers. Camey jumped, then saw the dog start to crawl toward her. His body trembled with excitement. A low, steady growl came from his powerful maw. Camey felt every nerve ending in her body stand on end. She was alive to the slightest sound in the room. When the German shepherd was even with her lags he shot out his long pink tongue. Camey cried out, feeling the hot wet sensation of that surface brushing over her plump calf.

Whimpering, Camey jerked her head to the right and raised her ass to escape this attack. The big dog growled, then moved forward. She watched his ears flatten-back while his dark-brown eyes rolled up and met hers. There was a cunning, almost human intelligence behind those glistening orbs. The thought that this beast could psyche her put made Camey tremble even more furiously.

"Ohhhh!" she cried.

"You think she's gonna turn on?" Rick whispered over to Karen.

"Haven't the others?" the woman answered instead she found herself bending one knee slightly, then letting it sag toward the floor. The big dog sniffed at her puffy cunt lips, licking his chops as he stared at the curly blonde tufts fringing those lips. When the tip of his tongue pressed along the closed slit the girl made a tiny crying noise in her throat. Oh, how could she actually be feeling something good from all this? Camey shook her head violently back and forth, temporarily blinded by a sudden flash of light in front of her.

The blonde teen put her hands down to her sides, pressing her fingertips against her thighs. Ohhh, how wonderful those spasms were tearing through her cunt! She was moving her bare ass over the concrete. She could feel the surface under her butt heating up, becoming wet with her flowing pussy juices and sweat.

"Oh, no, no," she repeated over and over.

"Come on, baby, give us a little smile," Jack taunted.

Camey mustered the strength to get up, twisting around and holding onto the desk where she'd been so brutally raped a little while ago. She clung to the slippery top, her fingertips holding onto the wood while she spread her legs apart for better balance.

"Uhhhghhh!"

But instead of discouraging the animal, Camey found herself actually widening her feet on the German shepherd growling with impatience.

"Oh!"

Another flash popped in front of her. They were still taking pictures, laughing at her, she held onto the desk for dear life. The animal moved back, licked around her ankles, then moved back to just under her cunt and licked her all over again. Camey struggled to keep standing, afraid of what would happen should she fall to the floor again.

Camey flushed beet red, thinking those people were taking photos to show around at some later date. She wanted to sit down, to rest, to run away from these horrible people. Instead she found herself falling, her fingers clawing uselessly at the desk top while her body sagged toward the floor.

The animal backed away, patiently waiting, at times moving up and giving her a lick across the area just behind her knees. Then the gri sucked in a ragged breath. Finally she collapsed on the floor, her thighs spread apart for the animal. She could no more stop him now than she could fly through these concrete walls for help. Camey was ashamed, disgusted with herself for degrading herself in front of Karen and the others. But she was also curious about these new sensations shooting through her cunt.

"Unnghhh!"

Camey felt her cuntal muscles convulse deep inside. She rolled onto her back, lifting her knees and [missing text].

The animal had backed away, studying the groaning young woman, watching her as if he were her human lover. Camey looked heavy-lidded at the big dog. She saw his fur bristling with excitement, his powerful body heaving as he breathed through those black nostrils, wet with her own juices. Everything about him made her quiver with anticipation, eager to have him bury his muzzle in her cunt again. She wanted him to devour her like a bitch in heat. Another flash indicated a third picture had been taken. "Oh, oh, OH!"

Camey reached down and slid her fingers back on either side of her bloated outer cunt lips. How good that sensation felt. She was greasing herself with her own juices, rubbing them into the delicate petals fringed with her wet, blonde cunt hair. The young girl closed her eyes and drew her hands back, flexing her ass muscles and hunching her pussy up into the air.

This was too much for the big animal. As she parted her thighs and moved her fingers over her already soaked cunt lips the big dog lurched forward, starting to eat at her pussy again. She held her breath, feeling his nose move up and down through her slit. It was forcing the inner pussy lips apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. The girl's pussy muscles spumed, closing her cunt lips tightly around the shepherd's cold nose.

"Oh, ohhh!" Camey sighed again, breathing through her flared nostrils. She kicked one leg out, then brought it around so she could pet the big dog's back with her foot. How oddly good it was to feel his short fur tickling the sensitive places between her toes.

Camey scooted down a little, moving her asscheeks over the juice-slick concrete floor. She rocked her body from side to side feeling that chilly fever racing through her cunt. Dog! It didn't matter to the girl what was between her legs now. All she cared about was that release she knew was only minutes away.

"Good, good," she whispered excitedly. The girl moaned, writhing her shoulders on the floor. She petted the dog now with both feet while he lapped and wet her cunt again and again. Camey didn't care what Karen and the others thought about her any longer. She didn't care what her mother, father and the rest of the world would think either. All she cared about was keeping that growling animal between her thighs until she came.