Paul Gable: Summer camp in slavery

There were frightening-looking instruments hanging from the walls – whips, halters, harnesses, strips of rope and leather with pincers at the end, all sorts of things that reminded the girl of either a stable or one of those Hollywood sets depicting the Spanish Inquisition. She had guessed the men were into something more intense than they had visited upon her earlier. But this… it was something out of a horror film.

Kathy backed away, clutching at her blouse, feeling her cunt pucker in fear while hot and chilly flashes raced up and down her inner thighs.

"You're not going anywhere!"

He slammed the door behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders. They were hot and heavy, seeming to crush her to the floor. A force Kathy couldn't understand had driven her to this forbidden place and now was making her stay. She looked around the roam with widened eyes, feeling curiosity and excitement mixing oddly with her ever-present fear, making her knees knock and her cunt ooze juice.

When Kathy refused to move, he brought his hands down on her shoulders and pushed her in. She stumbled, then regained her balance, brushing her long hair from her face. Matt was on her in an instant, tearing at her blouse, pulling the buttons off and jerking the garment from her shoulders. Kathy caught half-glimpses of the awful devices hanging on the wall and fought back, beating her fists like cotton balls against the big man.

He grabbed her wrists, tightening his fingers like vises until she thought she could feel the tiny bones breaking under the pressure. Her knees buckled as she struggled, feeling herself being pushed backward. Her legs bumped something. Turning around and peering down, Kathy saw it was a large wooden keg with several hoses or wires coming from it. She screamed, nearly knocking the thing over as she tried butting her head against Matt as a last-ditch effort.

"You came here for some fun. Now it wouldn't be good for me to stop you from gettin' it, would it?" he said derisively.

Kathy felt confused, beating her hands against the big man, yet feeling something like excitement surging through her more and more. Somehow he had ripped her bra from her, bending down and licking at her jiggling tits until the girl screamed more loudly at him to let her go. Matt did just that, dropping his hands, then bringing the back of his fist hard against her chin.

"Uhhhhh!"

The blonde teen wheeled back, her arms flailing from side to side. She felt him pawing her shorts, pulling down the material until it was tangled around her ankles. Kathy knew he had fucked her before and was more than casually familiar with her body. But still she fought the big man instinctively, rushing from corner to corner, tears flowing from her eyes as he grabbed at her panties, then ripped them from her body.

"Oh!"

She was stark naked now, her cunt exposed completely to the tall stud who held her once again by the shoulders.

"Now, we stop this shit and get down to boogie," Matt said.

Kathy shuddered at what those words could possibly mean. He was pushing her back toward that keg. Only now she noticed a large section of wood about five feet high with four holes in it – two at the top, then two larger ones about three feet lower. Hinges appeared at the center line of both sets of holes while braces and a wide floorboard steadied the thing.

"Put your arms out," Matt ordered, hitting her lightly on the ass, directing her toward the device.

Sniveling, Kathy did as she was told, pushing her arms through the upper holes Matt had now opened. He slammed the top boards down hard, trapping her as he locked it in place. Lifting her legs with one hand, the big man opened the lower half with some difficulty, thrusting her ankles through the openings, then bringing the pillow-like boards back down with a clatter. Kathy moaned, her eyes widening, her stomach rumbling with panic. She felt her ass dangling over the edge with nothing to support it, the weight of her hanging body pulling at her thighs and arms.

She was gasping, her voice breathy with fear as she looked from side to side, wondering what he would do next to her. The full force of her panic crashed down on her. Screaming, the teen pulled at the holes, scraping her arms and legs painfully against the splintery wood. The board refused to move. The braces on the floor held it steady. She bounced her ass up and down, feeling her ass-cheeks shivering against one another while her asshole opened and shut.

Kathy stopped, her head pounding more violently while her heart raced crazily. It was useless to try to escape from here. She brought her forehead forward, resting it against the front of the board. God have mercy, she could do nothing to stop this maniac. She had trouble catching her breath, trying to bring herself under control as Matt rattled around behind her, opening drawers and pushing something around to the side.

"Wh… what are you doing?"

"Pretty girls don't have to ask questions. They just sit there and take it and like it," Matt growled.

He was pulling the cask over until it was to her left. She shivered with the strain of no support under her ass-cheeks. The wooden holes chafed her soft flesh more cruelly than before as the teen bounced gently up and down, her tits scraping against the front of the pillory. Fascinated, Kathy watched as the man attached a four-foot black rubber hose to the bottom faucet of the keg, cinching a brass clamp near the tip of the faucet. There was a long, silver steel nozzle at the other end of the hose, making the whole assembly remind Kathy of an enema tube. When Matt looked up at her, a thin smile crossing his lips, she knew it was exactly that!

"Oh no, no, no…"

The thought that he was going to shove something up her asshole left the teen speechless. Matt rubbed the steel end up against her asscheeks, caressing her cunt-hole with it, then moving it up against her ass-crack. The girl let out a groan, jerking her body forward, tensing her thighs until they cramped to keep her shitter away from that awful thing. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead while her arms trembled against the pillory. Matt simply followed her ass up, rubbing the steel tip against her asshole, watching the wrinkled flesh pucker up under the ticklish touch.

Kathy bawled, clenching and unclenching her fingers while she waited for the initial thrust. It came with a vengeance. Matt shoved the thing up into her asshole, twisting it around and around like a screw until the young teen thought her body would split in two! Kathy's eyes rounded, nearly popping from her skull while the cords stood out in her neck. Her cheeks flushed beet red while her nipples began to stiffen, rubbing itchingly against the splintery wood of the pillory. Again she let out a cry, twisting her body up, her asscheeks clenching like two fists. Matt was undaunted, shoving the plug up farther and farther until part of the rubber hose disappeared into her bowels.

"There, that's good, real good. You got most of it up there now!"

Kathy reined, sobbing in defeat. It was so weird having something that hard up there, pressing her bowel lining apart, hanging out of her shitter and tugging at her gut. She could have died from embarrassment! What was worse was the odd feeling between her legs that ass-fucking was creating. Her pussy was starting to grow very, very warm, juice beginning to glisten on the furred edges of her cunt. She couldn't understand it. The teen felt the familiar itch of lust deep in her flesh as her whole body trembled with fear.

"Now, we're gonna make this real interesting. You don't look so comfy hangin' out there, your ass bobbin' up and down. So I'm gonna give you somethin' to help."

Matt rolled out a stool of about the same height as the distance between the floor and her ass. But what made Kathy break out into a sweat was a large steel cock, nearly eleven inches long. At its base were small spikes sticking up, terrible sharp-looking things that made the girl's flesh crawl. As Matt pushed the stool up to her, she noticed a pair of black wires hanging from the edge as well.