Paul Gable - Beach girl in bondage

Rick knelt down and started playing with her nipples. He plucked at them, rolling them between his fingers until her moans almost turned into screams. He heard her sucking wetly for breath, air whistling through her flared nostrils. The room was filled with the wet slurping sound of her mouth moving over his balls while her fingers kept jacking on his dick.

"Ohhh fuck!" Jack cried, snapping straight as a board and yanking his balls out of her mouth. "Not yet, baby, not yet."

Camey was to the point of feeling cheated. Her arousal was such that all she could think about was satisfaction and not the fact that these men had just kidnaped her and might maim her for life, or even kill her!

"She's like a mink, man," Rick said, peering down at her.

"Come on, let's get 'er dressed for Karen," Jack said, sure now his cock wouldn't pop off.

"What are you going to do?" Camey asked, feeling a little closer to the men than before. Maybe they'd let her go if she was nice to them.

"None of your fuckin' business," Jack snarled. He pulled her roughly to a standing position by sliding hands under her armpits, then shoving her across the room to a small desk. He pushed her down, face forward. While Camey was trying to catch her breath she felt him fumbling behind her for something. As she was about to cry out the girl felt something cold and hard move around her shoulders, then around her neck. There were snapping sounds. It was some sort of collar, leather she thought by the feel!

"No, NO!" she cried.

But the fight was going out of her. She'd been weakened by her own hot sexuality and by the increasing tightness of the leather choker. Rick reached down and grabbed both of her hands, pulling them so hard behind her back she thought her arms were going to pop from her shoulders. The rough edge of the wooden desk bit into her thigh flesh. Tiny splinters knifed into her skin. Camey drew in air more slowly, trying to calm herself down. It was easier to breathe that way with that tight leather collar on. Mustn't panic, the blonde teen told herself over and over again as Rick started to bind her wrists together with leather straps. He was wrapping the bonds fast and furiously around her arms. She could hear his irregular breathing as he hogtied her.

"Not bad, man, better 'n the last one," Jack muttered approvingly.

"Practice, brother, practice," Rick commented. Only when the bonds were secure did the young man reach up and loosen the leather collar and let her breathe. He rolled her over onto her back and saw that look of fear and confusion that always excited the hell out of him. Camey could tell he was hot, ready to fuck her right there on the spot.

"What are you doing to me? Oh, this is sick! Please don't do this!" she cried, knowing full well her words only excited them further.

"Yeah, go on, scream down the fuckin' walls, bitch. It ain't gonna help you," Rick said between clenched teeth.

He pitched himself forward, hugging her tightly, pinching her soft white flesh while hunching his dick up against the wet crotch panel of her bikini bottoms. Camey groaned as he rubbed her bare flesh against the rough-edged desk. Splinters were tearing at her asscheeks while his fingers caused her a good deal of discomfort. She screamed at him to stop, then jerked her head back and spat violently into his face.

"Cunt!" he screamed, his cheeks turning red while his lips trembled with anger. His hand jerked back, then shot down across her face. Again and again he slapped her, his fingers leaving dark-red marks on her cheeks.

Camey thought she had passed out. The room went dark for a moment while a buzzing sound grew louder in her ears. She heard the men laughing at her once more, calling her all sorts of filthy names. Some of those horrible epithets were true. Cocksucker. Yes, that was what she'd done earlier. Oh, how awful, how those terrible filthy terms applied so accurately to her now!

"You're gonna enjoy what the fuck we do to you, babe. You're gonna love it 'cause you're that type. Brad kinda told us he suspected it was true. You dig this kinda shit, don'tcha?" Rick sneered.

No, no, it wasn't true! Camey shook her head back and forth, tears streaking her cheeks while her long blonde hair hung partially over her face. It couldn't be true. She wasn't one of those weirdo types of girls who enjoyed being humiliated and tortured by men.

But could she deny that hot, tight feeling still getting more intense, especially now that Rick and Jack had begun beating her? And when she had realized they were tying her up with leather straps, wasn't it true that tingling sensation she'd felt earlier while sucking on Jack's balls had exploded into a riot of pleasurable sexual sensations?

"No, no," Camey whined, more to herself than the two men.

"Yeah, baby, you're gonna dig everything we do to you," Jack echoed his buddy.

Rick flipped her back onto her belly, face forward over that small desk. Jack had moved behind her, rubbing his dick over her asscheeks. She remembered how the young man had talked about fucking her in the ass. Struggling against the leather bonds Camey wailed, jiggling her rounded asscheeks up and down, sliding her feet over the slick, cold, concrete basement floor. No, no, he couldn't be thinking about fucking her tight little shitter! She'd die, split apart with something that big inside her bowels! Fucking in the ass was something queers did and half of them got sick from it, she'd heard!

But Jack was steadying himself behind her, spreading his bare feet apart while holding her tightly around the hipbones. His hard dick stood out from his hairy groin like a spear, its dark-red tip pulsing with unnatural lust. Camey's face was pinched and red as she sucked in air through her mouth. Again and again the young blonde teen begged the men to let her go.

"No, no, don't!"

Camey still tried to free herself. But Rick was something of an expert by now when it came to tying knots. He'd hooked up the leather wrist strap to the neck collar purposely. Each time the young woman struggled for freedom she pulled on that strap. In turn it tugged on the leather collar, choking her, coaxing the girl to stop her useless and painful gyrations.

"Damn it!" Jack muttered between his teeth.

Camey was moving her ass around frantically. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open while her nostrils flared. She was panting hard, her tits rolling from side to side while her chest heaved up and down mightily. She felt a pair of hands grab onto her flimsy bikini bottoms. With one tearing movement she was naked. Peering over her shoulder the young girl saw the shreds of her bathing suit float to the filthy floor.

"Now you can fuck her good," Rick whispered. "Man, she's scared shitless. That's the way I dig it," Jack said, holding onto the struggling girl with one hand while guiding his fat hot cock up Camey's narrow ass crack.

As soon as she felt that hot slick rod moving up her ass the girl screamed again, moving her hips violently from side to side to shake off that invader.

"Damn!" Jack muttered, again failing to impale the girl in the ass with his cock.

"Come on, let's see how much she wants to move her ass around with this," Rick said.

Camey didn't know what he was talking about. But at least that terrible cock was gone for a while. She felt arms lifting her off the floor and onto that rickety old desk. Through one of the small, cracked basement windows Camey heard a dog barking in the distance, sad reminder of a normal, peaceful life outside these walls. She almost cried when she thought of it, then fought back the tears. Surely this would end soon. God couldn't punish her this severely for nothing, for surely she hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of treatment.

"Get those knees under your tits," Rick growled, shoving her forward on the desk.