Paul Gable: Beach girl in bondage

"We're gonna have lots of fun, the three of us, before Karen gets here, right Jack?" Rick said, his eyes burning with perverted desire.

"Yeah, just like the last two broads," his buddy said, licking his lower lip and scratching his groin.

"Naw, better," Rick said. "This one's hot like an iron. That's what Brad said a couple of nights ago. That's why Karen's so uptight about her and wants her out of the way."

Out of the way? What was going on here? Why was she so important. Something was behind all of this, something more than a woman's simple jealousy.

"Let's take 'er down to the basement now," Jack said, unable to wait any longer.

"Okay, baby. You try anything and we're gonna beat the livin' shit outta you, hear? Ain't no one gonna come runnin' and save you."

Camey felt thoroughly defeated. She sensed that at least for the time being she'd better cooperate. Maybe when Karen got here she could convince that crazy lady to let her go.

Reluctantly she followed Rick as he led the way down the narrow wooden stairs to the basement. The dampness and chill made her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. When her feet touched the cold cement floor Camey stopped what were they going to do to her, fuck her? She was sure there'd be some kind of sexual abuse. Surely she should be begging them to spare her, doing something to defend herself.

But Camey realized a kind of anxiety, a strange sort of curiosity and excitement was mixing with her growing terror. She wanted them to humiliate her, degrade her, fuck her wildly. It was a new, odd part of her mind awakening to this situation, taking her over now and guiding her words, her thoughts, her deeds.

"Karen didn't like you messin' around in her territory," Rick began, flipping on an overhead light.

The bare white bulb glared menacingly. Camey covered her eyes with one hand and backed away from the two approaching men. The backs of her legs brushed against an old desk.

"No, NO!" she screamed, protectively covering her face as she saw Rick raise one hand high above his head.

"Stupid little bitch," he growled, grabbing her raised hand by the wrist and jerking it away.

The violence of that move sent Camey tumbling to the floor.

"Please, please…"

"I told you not to scream. Now you're gonna pay for it," he said.

Camey could tell the young man was excited by her terror. And Jack was encouraging his buddy to beat and kick her.

"Got better plans for the little cunt," Rick muttered, hooking his thumbs around the waistband of his trunks and pushing it down. A long, thin cock with a cherry-red tip tumbled out, bobbing inches away from the girl's open mouth.

"Nooooo!" Camey cried out, scooting back on her ass.

"Gonna suck it, bitch. Gonna lick my dick clean, and it's gonna be just the staff," Rick said in a thickening voice.

Feeling a sick, whirling sensation growing in her belly, Camey sensed he was telling the truth.

Camey saw Rick's hand pause for a second above his head. She stared at it in terror, almost feeling the sting from the blow she knew would surely follow. Rick laughed at her, his fat dick wiggling back and forth, striking his strong thighs while his balls rolled forward with every move he made. Once more, she raised both hands instinctively.

But the blonde weightlifter would have none of that. He kicked them aside. Her tits bounced in the halter, nearly spilling out. As she trembled, terrified, he smiled more broadly.

"Smack 'er good, man, hit her hard!" Jack encouraged from behind.

Camey tensed as Rick stiffened his arm. She saw that hard-on waving in front of her. A droplet of pre-cum dangled from the tip. His chest and belly showed he was breathing hard, sucking in air to feed the excitement racing through his body.

"No, no, please," she said in a tiny voice.

It was just what Rick needed to send him over the brink. Camey watched as the big, paw-like hand arced down toward her. The report of the slap and the following backhanded blow echoed through the basement. Camey screamed, her head snapping back and hitting the concrete wall behind her. She shook her head, holding it in both hands while tucking her legs under her ass.

She whimpered. The odor coming from Rick's hot crotch was the same as Brad's flow that smell triggered a riot of sexual sensations in her! She knew he would brutalize her without conscience, that he would fuck her, make her suck his cock without feeling any kind of guilt. That thought terrified her and, at the same time, she was aware of the definite sexual thrill intensified by the gnawing fear she felt.

Rick let her cry for a moment. But the excitement in the basement built quickly.

"Eat it, bitch. Eat it the way you fucked Brad. Man, you're so fuckin' hot you're gonna gobble this mother down," he said, working his fingers up and down over the thickly veined cock shaft.

Camey stared at the long thin dick waving in front of her face. He was inching closer to her. Her eyes crossed as she tried to back away from that cock. The smell of sweat grew more intense.

Sobbing, Camey pressed her back against the wall, her fingers clenched into two tight fists and shoved against her thighs. Pieces of chipped concrete dug into her asscheeks. The girl was dizzy with fright.

Rick was enjoying every second of this, probably enjoying Camey's terror as much as he'd enjoy the sensation of her hot, wet mouth caressing his prick. The girl felt her sweat trickle from her armpits and crotch.

"Open that pretty little mouth," he whispered tightly.

"Hey, man, when you get through I wanna fuck 'er in the ass," Jack said.

He'd moved closer and to one side, working his fingers over his glistening dickhead. Camey shot a glance in his direction, then moved her eyes back to Rick's threatening cock.

"Maybe we'll both get 'er at the same time," Rick said, the idea having suddenly occurred to him.

"Yeah, two cocks in you, honey. How does that sound?" Jack said.

Two cocks! The thought repulsed and attracted the trembling blonde teen at the same time.

"Take it!" With that Rick tangled his fingers in the strands of her hair.

Camey let out a sharp cry, her eyelids fluttering as the pain in her scalp grew worse. He tugged the strands, forcing her head back slightly and her mouth open. She rolled her eyes down, letting out low guttural sounds as the dick bounced over her pouting lower lip. She could taste something salty, something bleachy washing over her tongue. No, no, she couldn't be made to commit this act of depravity! Only whores and sluts did this sort of thing.

Rick pulled harder at her hair, ripping several blonde strands from her scalp, making the girl scream, forcing her lips farther apart. He laughed at her, clenching his muscular asscheeks and bunching in.

Camey gagged. Her spit washed down her throat, nearly drowning her as Rick's fat cockhead slid over her lips and down into her mouth. She tried to jerk her head away, but his hands held her firmly. In the end Camey let out another sigh of defeat and let the big man do as he pleased.

"Yeah, oh yeah, gimme head. Yeah, baby," Rick whispered, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back while sawing his cock in and out of the girl's mouth.

Strings of drool oozed from the corners of Camey's lips and streaked the sides of her chin. She let out soft groaning sounds while the blond weightlifter's cock plunged down her throat. At times he'd shove his cock all the way in, moving his thighs from side to side, stirring his prick around in her mouth. It was then that she gagged and nearly vomited as she tasted the strong flavor of his cum oozing more freely from his piss-slit. His balls rubbed against her chin while the curly blond hairs surrounding his dickroot tickled her nostrils. His flat belly was so hot, so damp against her forehead!