Paul Gable - Beach girl in bondage

"Ummnimm, yessssss!" she hissed between her teeth.

The dog growled and moved his fangs along the puffed outer cunt lips. The feeling was excruciatingly good for the girl. It hurt Camey in a way she loved. She humped her back harder, pressing her cuntal mound up harder for him to eat. She loved that sharp, hard feeling against her pussy. For a second she pictured the dog on top of her, his fangs bared, his rubbery lips pulled back while spit dribbled from his mouth. How would it be to be completely at his mercy as he threatened to tear out her throat?

The thought made her cunt muscles cramp up again, massaging the dog's pointed snout. Her pussy was getting closer and closer to climax. Her hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead.

She lay back, wriggling on the floor, feeling her pussy explode with a wild, killing climax.

"Aaijhhhh!" Camey cried, feeling the world crash down into her cunt. The blonde teenager had no idea that a dog could make anyone feel this way. Of course it was nothing more than one wet surface rubbing against another. But still the thought of having an animal do this sort of thing… well, it nearly made her faint!

Camey plunged and writhed and grunted with the ecstatic tickle that took a long time to unwind. She felt choked at times as the stunning spasms tore through her body. Even when she closed her thighs to the dog to keep him away now that her orgasm had peaked the shepherd whined and nosed around her, wanting to get back between her legs. Through the red fog that had settled on her brain Camey realized he wanted to mount her, to take care of his sexual needs. The blonde also knew that if Rick and Jack hadn't run out of film, as they had announced just as she'd come, Karen might have made her go that far with the animal.

Camey curled up and hunched away from the whining dog. He was trying to rub his doggie cock against her leg. Camey felt something incredibly hot and slick touching her flesh, and she cried out. No, no, she wasn't going to let him fuck her. No, that was going too far!

"Guughhhh!"

She handed Jack a short piece of rope, which he tied tightly to Camey's ankles. The girl cried out, feeling the blood stop flowing to her feet.

"A little less tight," Karen said, observing the girl's violent reaction.

Jack muttered, adjusted the half-inch line, and secured it with a figure-eight knot. Camey cried out, moving her legs back and forth slightly, feeling the rough surface of the rope chafing her tender flesh.

"Her hands?" Jack asked, holding another short piece of line in the air.

"Leave them. I enjoy watching them trying to free themselves," Karen said, her cheeks glowing with excitement. She looked like a girl getting ready for her first big dance.

"Put it over the beam. It'll hold her," Karen said, rolling her eyes up and staring at a long ceiling beam directly above the young woman.

Jack took one end of another rope and secured it to the line holding Camey's ankles together. After satisfying himself the job was done well he threw the rope over the beam, pulling it taut. Jack helped him, grabbing the free end of the rope and yanking it down with all his strength.

Camey cried out, feeling the rope around her ankles tighten as the line attached to it and the beam grew straight. She felt her body slide a few inches along the cold floor while her legs gradually angled up toward the ceiling. The tension increased in her muscles and tendons.

"No, don't, oh, God no!"

Camey kept screaming at them. Once or twice she shot out both hands and tried desperately to stop herself. She clawed at the slick surface of the basement floor, only to bring about the laughter of her captors.

"Higher, pull her higher," Karen ordered.

Jack and Rick grunted. Pieces of wood from the beam rained down on them as they yanked.

Camey screamed, only her shoulder blades and the back of her neck now touching the floor. The muscles in her legs and thighs were beginning to cramp while the rope was cutting into the flesh of her ankles. The two young men paused for a second, wiping their sweaty foreheads on their muscular upper arms, then went back to pulling.

"That's it. Leave her head dangling about a foot off the floor," Karen said, smiling as she watched Camey's body finally hoisted clear of the floor.

"Ohhhhhh, God, God, help meeeee!" Camey wailed.

The pressure on her ankles and legs was terrible. She was hanging from the ceiling upside down like a side of beef. Her body swung slightly from side to side, turning slowly. Camey was completely helpless. She thought her legs would pull out of her hip joints. Once or twice she tried to curl up, reaching her hands toward her ankles in a desperate attempt to lessen the pressure of the ropes against her flesh.

"I think I'm going to have some fun now," Karen mused out loud, moving back, her eyes riveted on the hanging blonde girl while she reached down and pulled out what appeared to be a short stick of some kind. Unraveling several strands sticking from one end of it, Karen showed the blonde teen that the stick was actually a buggy whip!

"Oh, why, why?" Camey sobbed, her flesh already stinging.

Karen stepped up to her, fingering the strips of black leather on the end of the whip, licking her lips with excitement.

"Why? There doesn't have to be a reason why," Karen mocked, her eyes narrowing.

"I… don't understand," Camey stammered, watching that whip as the older woman stepped back.

"Some people are born to dominate. There's nothing more to it than that. You tried to upset that order," Karen said, her smile fading. "Now, I'm here to correct that."

With those words the woman stiffened, snapping one hand back and sending the leather strips of the whip whistling through the air. Camey shrieked, her eyes bugging out as she saw the arm cut [missing text].

Karen's fingers closed around the handle of the whip. Camey noticed the slightest tremor of excitement in the woman's right hand as she studied the helpless blonde teen hanging from the ceiling beam.

"Harder, baby, harder," Jack breathed. "Yeah, really slice it into her," Rick said. Both men were cupping their bulging crotches, working their fingers over their dicks while Karen rubbed one end of the buggy whip teasingly over Camey's flesh.

The teenager hissed with terror at the touch of that cold black leather. At times she thought Karen would send the thin leather straps hissing across her skin. But the older woman was only teasing her, probing her tits, at times even rubbing the instrument of torture against her cunt lips.

"Man, make her know she's gettin' a fuckin' good beating," Rick said, anxious to see the show begin again.

"All right," Karen said simply.

Raising her right hand again the tall woman brought the whip down hard between Camey's thighs. The leather thongs struck hard against her clit, sending the girl off into spasms of agony.

"Eeeyyyaaaghhh!" she screamed, writhing insanely as pain ripped through her body. No longer was she thinking about how hot her tender little cunt was. Now Camey was fighting for her sanity, struggling to twist her body around from the killing pain inflicted on her by that terrible whip.

The whip hit her a second time, this blow off to the left. It bruised her left thigh. Again and again Karen brought the leather down. The pulling of the ropes on her ankles seemed to intensify the pain even more. Her asscheeks jiggled and bounced. Karen kept striking the girl's flesh, whipping it again and again, raising welts on her belly and thighs.

"Oh yeah, yeah, Karen baby, come on, let me try it," Rick begged.

"My hand is getting a little tired," Karen admitted, wiping her forehead with the back of one hand. Sighing, she handed her whip over to the tail blond weightlifter.