Paul Gable - Beach girl in bondage

"She's got a nice tight asshole, even though I fucked the shit outta it," Jack said.

Suddenly he stiffened, looking at Karen who pretended to ignore his remark. He felt his heart sink a little, knowing full well the woman didn't like to be countered in any order. She didn't like her victims "tried out" before she got her hands on them.

"Ahhhrhhh!" Camey screamed, wriggling even more frantically.

She twisted on the rope, the line cutting into her wrists cruelly. The girl sobbed, pleading for him to stop fucking her ass with that dildo. Then came the rush of cold water. It was as if all her insides had buckled against her shrinking bowels. Camey thought she was going to faint from the odd sensation. It was as if she were trying to take a shit and couldn't.

"You've enjoyed yourself enough," Karen said.

"Yeah, yeah," Jack answered, not wanting to counter the girl. Thoughts that he'd be cut out of this operation and the fun that went along with it entered his mind. Nothing was worth losing all that bread.

"Ohhhhh, no, no, nooooo," Camey cried, burying her face in her arms. Once again she sagged on the ropes, her toes nearly touching the cement floor.

Jack had pulled the enema out of her shitter, laughing as the water trickled from her asshole and wet down her thighs. Camey shuddered. Hadn't they tortured her enough? Hadn't they degraded her so completely that she wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror for months?

"Easy, boy, easy," Karen said, holding the dog down. The older woman's German shepherd had been prancing around the basement, barking loudly while Camey dangled and kicked and jerked in her bound position. "Take her down. Sport wants to play again," Karen ordered.

"Let's really make it rough for her," Rick suggested, leaning over and whispering into the woman's ear.

Karen's face lit up as she nodded in approval.

"You're not going to forget this so easily, honey," she said as Jack loosened the rope and slowly let the blonde teen down. "Don't untie her wrists," Karen said, eyeing Jack angrily once again. "Take her back over to the desk."

Camey moaned loudly as Rick and Jack pushed her over the floor toward that piece of furniture. Were they going to fuck her again? She screamed as her knees banged hard against the front of the desk. Rick gabbed her around the waist and hauled her up, throwing her like a sack of potatoes onto the top of the desk. Before she had a chance to think Jack had taken over up front, pulling her forward while Rick pulled more lengths of rope from the valise Karen had brought down earlier.

"Oh, God, not more!" Camey whispered to herself as she saw the handsome blond athlete come at her. It was hard to resign, herself to more bondage, more torture, more humiliation. He grabbed her bound wrists, tugging them forward then wrapping a long piece of line around them.

"This'll hold you," he muttered, looping the rope around one leg of the heavy desk and securing it with a knot.

Camey peered down at the floor, then moved her eyes to the left only to see the German shepherd she'd heard Karen call Sport standing quietly by Rick's side. His long pink tongue hung from one corner of his mouth while his eyes glistened with excitement. She could hear the dog's panting, and unconsciously matched her breathing with his.

Rick moved behind her and untied the rope that had secured her ankles together.

"Ohhhhh," Camey moaned with relief, wishing she could reach back and rub the sore, chafed area. Tears sprang to her eyes. Lord, how much more was she expected to go through before her ordeal would be over?

"There ya go," Rick said, looping one rope a little higher on her leg than the first had been, securing it to a desk drawer handle. He performed the same operation on her other leg, thus making sure the girl's ass rode high in the air while her thighs were widely spread apart.

"Let's give Sport a little incentive," Karen said, whispering once more to the blond weightlifter.

Rick laughed, then turned and ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. Karen folded her arms and strolled easily in front of the panting, embarrassed young teenager.

"Let me go," Camey begged. It was useless, but it was all she could think of to say. She had to say something. She just couldn't squat here and be silent!

"In time," the woman replied, still smiling that icy smile that chilled Camey to the bone. "I just want to make sure you don't forget us."

Camey stared the woman in the eyes. Yes, she would have made a perfect concentration camp commandant.

"Got it!" Rick shouted from the top of the stairs, running down so quickly he stumbled twice. Camey saw him holding a small can in one hand as he moved around behind her. She picked up a meaty kind of odor, and only when he was smearing something on her pussy lips did she realize it was dog food!

"Stop! Stopit!" she screamed, tugging at her bound wrists so hard the rope began slicing away the skin. Camey wanted to throw up. This was awful, vile, sickening! Why did they have to do something like this? Wouldn't the animal be excited enough? If she had to submit to the dog once again, did she have to do it this way?

"Yeah, nice little pussy, all smeared up with this shit," Rick said, making a face after greasing down the screaming young woman's cunt. Bits of the red meat clung to Camey's cuntal hairs as she jerked and twitched on top of the desk.

Sport was whining, stretching his head up and trying to lick Camey's face. When she saw what he was trying to do the girl screamed down at him, wishing she could tear one arm free just for a second to hit the animal hard across the head.

"Come on, boy, come on," Karen said, clapping her hands briskly behind Camey.

The animal didn't need much coaxing. He'd been trained well enough. With a loud bark lie trotted around to the rear, sniffed the air, then leaped onto the desk. Camey wailed with despair as she felt the dog's hot breath against her asscheeks one more time.

Camey's tits brushed over the desk top. Why couldn't she control her own body? Why, after that humiliating act Rick had performed, couldn't she keep her cunt from getting so damned hot and tight? Didn't she have any pride, any respect for herself? Was she so much of a whore, a slut, that she heated up every time something hot, stiff and wet started playing around with her pussy?

These and other questions whirled around her mind as Sport began his slow licking session with Camey. The touch of his tongue gave her a feverish chill. He was tasting both her and the food. She could hear him smacking his lips as he cleaned off the particles of meat that clung to her cuntal hairs, then worked the grease off her cunt lips.

"Ohhhhh," Camey sighed. The effect of that animal's tongue was electric. The first time he'd touched her there had been revolting. But now Camey felt none of the social and moral restrictions she felt before. The beatings, the fucks, the humiliating acts she'd had to endure before those laughing, mocking people had stripped away her pride. Now she squatted there, hogtied, helpless, cringing under the dog's oral caresses. What else could she do except lie back and enjoy it?

Moving back and forth Camey found she could rub her nipples against her arms and the desk top. The effect was electric. She sensed the tension in her body building. She felt the connections forming between her tits, cunt and asshole. The tickle of her nipples had started slick juices flowing between her cunt lips, adding to the flavor of that greasy dog meat Sport was still licking off.

When she rocked her hips as best she could, Camey felt that strange buttery heat spreading. Even after all she'd endured the girl found herself ready for more. Camey felt her breathing growing shallow. She licked her dry lips, tossing her head from side to side, shaking the blonde hair from her eyes. Her belly was trembling while the animal kept up his lapping.