Paul Gable: Summer camp in slavery

"Put her in the shed. We'll deal with her when the time's right," Matt called out, stalking into the cabin and kicking the door shut. "One of your pals, I'll bet. Probably followed you out wonderin' where she's gonna pick up some action. Cunts. All the same!"

"Oh please, don't hurt her! She doesn't know anything about this, and…"

Kathy had her hands together in prayer fashion, begging Matt with all her soul. But she could see the coldness in his eyes and knew her friend was doomed.

"Gotta put you on ice for a while," he said after some thoughtful time had passed. "Cotta see what the fuck that bitch was doing around here. Can't be any too careful, with all these do-gooders lurkin' all over the fuckin' place."

Kathy knew he wasn't going to leave her alone in the cabin. There was too much of a chance of her escaping. Matt had other plans for her. Studying the teen for a moment and scratching his chin, the big stud took her by the wrist and led her forward. Kathy followed, her head down, her hair curtaining her face. She had disgraced herself horribly, having rutted like that, then allowed him to fuck her without any attempt of fighting him off.

"Stand there."

She could no longer hear Marie's screams. Sid was holding her prisoner she guessed, raping her perhaps while waiting for his buddy to join them. Kathy felt sorry for her friend, then wondered what on earth they were going to do to her. Matt nodded, then pushed her toward one wall opposite the awful stool on which she had fucked herself. He bound her hands together with piece of line, telling her to raise her hands high above her head.

Obediently, Kathy did as she was told, sniffing as she saw him lowering another rope from a pulley assembly high over her head. There were two large clamping rings at the end, and to these he attached the line binding her wrists to one another. With a few more turns Matt pulled the teen's body from the floor, so her feet swung some six inches above the concrete.

Kathy groaned, pushing her flushed cheek against one bare arm. It was hurting her so to hang that way, the weight of her body pulling painfully against her shoulder sockets. But there was nothing she could do. Matt was satisfied the teen would go nowhere, turning and walking away from her. Kathy wanted to call out, to ask him how long he would be gone and what he was going to do to Matt. But she knew better now than to question him.

She hung there like a side of beef, her arm muscles hurting her, her shoulders aching until she wanted to cry. Nothing happened. He had left her there for God only knows how long. Perhaps he wouldn't come back until dawn! Oh, could she survive hanging there this long without injuring herself? The thought sliced into her brain, making her tremble as she waited for the big door to open once again.

After what seemed like an eternity, Matt came back, his T-shirt sweaty and damp. He had been doing things to Marie. She was sure of it. And now he had come back here, flushed and aroused, to finish his feelings up on her. Kathy felt a flush of hatred for her friend as she hung there from the ceiling, her tits drawn hard up against her chest.

"Your friend came around here to take pictures of me and Sid. Guess she was thinkin' of closin' us down. She's got some other ideas now," Matt said a little breathlessly, grinning at Kathy.

"What've you done to her?"

"None of your business. You'll find out soon enough. Now, for some of this."

Matt was looking around on the wall, fingering some of the whips, then looking back at Kathy. He seemed to like watching her hang there, staring at him with her rounded blue eyes, trembling as she wondered what he was going to do next to her. He picked up a small black leather riding crop, testing its weight, then moved back to Kathy. She thought she would die of fright. He had hurt her in ways she never thought possible. And now he was going to do it again, this time with that awful thing!

"No, no, not more!"

"You knew what you'd be gettin' into when you came down here, bitch. This is just a taste of anything I can do to you."

Kathy shook her head. She twisted her wrists in the ropes, feeling the hemp chafing her flesh until they began to bleed. He was tapping the crop against the side of his legs, watching her with interest the way a scientist watches a bug under glass. He smiled, his attention fully focused onto the hanging girl now. When Matt walked up to her, he traced the leather end of the crop over her tits, then up to her chin, finally rubbing the loose strands against her lips.

Kathy trembled, well imagining how something like that would feel crashing against her sides. The teen was about to say something when Matt lashed the end of the riding crop across her belly. She felt the leather burn into her flesh as if someone had poured burning oil over her skin. Her mouth opened, a rush of air escaping over her front teeth. Her feet jerked up as she kicked back, her body swinging gently from side to side and tugging at the overhead ropes. Kathy could hear the wood creaking from her swinging weight.

"Now, then, you get the idea of where we're goin' around here, right?"

Looking at Matt, Kathy knew this would be a long, painful session.

He slashed the leather across her cheekbone, the force of that blow knocking her head back. Kathy choked on a stifled scream. She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, trying to ignore the fiery pain that ran from her ribs to her navel. When he began to cock his arm back again, she spat at him, folding one leg over and trying to twist her cunt and tits away from him.

"Got some spunk in you still, eh? Good, that's what I like – not some whimper like your friend over there who cries all the time."

The stretching sensation against Kathy's arms had stopped being painful. That was, she realized, because of the beating of the leather against her body. Matt was growing red-faced now, licking his lips, watching her as she dangled there. He slashed the crop now across her right nipple, the leather stinging the sensitive brown flesh while making her tit fly up against her chin.

After her scream, after the involuntary spasm that drew her legs up toward her belly, the pain went on and on. It was like a raw gash with salt rubbed into it. She ground her teeth, hating this man bitterly. She wanted him to come close enough for her foot to lash into his balls before she showed the first sign of breaking down. It would do her no good to kick him – her and Marie who he had undoubtedly raped and perhaps had done worse to. She screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt, slowly regaining control.

"Well, you got something to say, baby?"

He was wriggling the riding crop in front of her face, rubbing the leather up against her chin, watching as she tried not to show emotion. Kathy sagged in the ropes, feeling her toes touching the floor.

"Bitch!"

He slashed the end of the crop across Kathy's face. She screamed again, her teeth rattling in her skull from the force of that attack. He lashed out again, bringing the leather down across her right tit, making her feel as if he were peeling the skin from her body. She writhed with the pain of the lashing cuts, feeling the warm sticky sweetness of some blood oozing down her ribs, trailing along her belly.

Her navel filled with the fluid, then let it trickle down into the top of her cunt-hairs. Matt laughed at her, rubbing the crop up against his crotch, then bringing it down once more against her knees. Kathy shouted out loudly, her legs kicking against one another, then jerking out. The girl blinked her eyes clear, moving her foot experimentally. If he moved just a little bit closer, she could do it. She could mash his balls with her foot and make him very sorry he had done those awful things to her.