Paul Gable: Summer camp in slavery

"Yeah, nice, real nice seems you like this. Man, it's something else," Matt said, working his tongue over his lower lip.

Kathy brought her knee up, searching for an opening that would let her kick his balls. Then he jerked one hand forward, curling his fingers into her cunt-thicket and tearing some of the blonde curls from her pulsating pussy-meat. Kathy thought she would faint from the agony, her head jerking back, her throat tearing out a shriek.

He pulled and pulled, twisting his fingers, tearing at her cunt-hairs, making the girl scream while she bounced like a crazed puppet on the groaning ropes. He beat at her face with his free hand.

"Cunt! Stupid bitch! You don't know what the fuck to do with your life so you come to these camps. Now you're gonna see what life's all about, bitch!"

The crop slashed across her face, stinging her lips and the tops of her tits. Kathy struggled, dragging herself higher on the ropes, her fingers clutching at the hemp. Her arm muscles knotted up as she struggled away from the stinging crop. Kathy screamed back at him. The shrill power of her shrieks rang off the walls. And for one brief moment she wondered if Marie could hear her, huddled in whatever cell they had shoved her in.

"Ohhhh!"

As hard as Kathy tried to battle with Matt, she only brought more pain and agony to herself. When she rose upward, the vicious strokes crossed her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips like flames. When her legs struggled to wrap around him, his fingers screwed deeper into her cunt flesh Marie would have died, Kathy thought ironically, if she could have seen what was going on.

Yes, yes, it was wonderful and terrible at the same time. The feel of that black leather cutting into her flesh drew more cries of agony as she swung from side to side, listening to Matt's terrible words that were lost in the red rage of his lust. In a moment, Kathy could feel him hunching against her thighs. Even as she tried biting at his hand, she felt her terror rise higher and higher in her. Kathy couldn't tell what was worse – the gruesome excitement of the man in front of her or her own flashes of lewd heat.

The battle seemed to change. Matt still beat at her tits and belly with the crop. But now his grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt. Kathy moved her hips, still looking for that opening that would let her mash his prick. But her movements slowed too. The growling from Matt changed, lowering to a near purr. His words were growing slurred while his whip slackened. He was rubbing his face up against her tits, biting at her sore nipples.

In spite of herself, Kathy could feel the fluid running like a river of lava in her cunt. She found the bulge of his prick with her thigh. But when she tried to knee him in the balls, she only slithered her leg up the side of his rigid cock. How she hated herself for these feelings! Hanging there from the overhead ropes, her shoulders twisted to press her tits against the sides of Matt's face. She could feel the stubbly rub of his cheek against her nipples and let out a small groan of delight. She knew he could hear her moan that way and knew what it meant. He had won! Oh God in heaven, he had won!

"That's the way, baby, that's the way to do it to me when you're hangin' there."

Matt pulled back, his eyes half-closed while a line of saliva trickled from his mouth. He was grinding his teeth together, staring at her, unbuckling his belt. Kathy watched, feeling more and more aroused as Matt began loosening his trousers. He was going to fuck her again. She was going to feel the cock rummaging through her cunt, spreading her open as he had spread her open earlier! It was too much for her! Kathy let out a happy moan, twisting her hips around, tugging at the ropes chafing her wrists. The pain that resulted made her joy that much more intense!

She sucked in deep breaths, her tits heaving with each one.

"So, you think you can kick my balls open, huh? I saw what you were trying to do. But somethin' held you back, right? That hot cunt, right?"

Again Matt curled his fingers into her pussy, working them into her cunt and scraping the trembling walls with his fingernails. When Kathy thought she would go out of her mind with the joy rushing through her, he ripped cunt-hairs from her pussy again, watching as her face slackened and tuned white from the pain.

Kathy heard his Levi's drop to the floor, lowering her eyes in time to watch Matt stepping from them. He kept his sweat-soaked T-shirt on, scratching his cock and balls while still holding onto the riding crop. He hefted one tit with the end, watching the nipple expand once more and deepen in color just from the touch of the leather.

She saw his cock stiffening, the dark-blue veins pushing out from the flesh and starting to throb. Kathy closed her legs, dangling in front of him helplessly. She could feel her nipples, so sore and aching, puckering into stiff points once again. Matt rubbed his fingers through his cockhairs, touching his cock again and again until it was sticking straight out from his body. Kathy felt her shoulders aching more and more now, the strain on her wrists growing worse and worse as she tried to hide her cunt from the big man.

Matt gripped the riding crop more carefully now, keeping his body to the side of the girl, grinning at her as he eyed her foot. Kathy's spirits sank. He was protecting his balls from the chance of her kicking. She uncrossed her legs, feeling them settling back onto the floor. Matt walked slowly in front of her, the tip of his crop trailing across the underswell of her tits. His cock was jerking up now and then, pulsing in time with his heart.

Then suddenly with a quick movement he brought the leather down across both nipples, stinging the weapon into her sensitive tits and making the teen squeal sharply. Kathy threw her head back, stars popping behind her eyes while her legs scissor-kicked because of the pain. No! No! She wouldn't let him get the better of her. Matt watched her, smiling as the muscles of her belly flattened under the constant pull of the overhead ropes.

Matt smiled grimly at her, then slashed across her belly with the whip. Kathy shrieked, jerking her body back, kicking wildly at the air while clutching her fingers at the rope. Again Matt struck the whip against the young girl, bringing the leather against her chin, then slashing it over her thighs. When Kathy's legs flew apart once more, Matt brought the little whip down into her pussy, the thongs tearing at the sensitive cunt-lips and yanking them out of shape. It was as if someone had set off firecrackers in her cunt!

Kathy slammed her body back and forth, her muscles knotting and cramping as she fought against the killing pain knifing through her. Matt reached and slapped her belly with the back of one hand, jerking her forward, then pushing her back, watching her swing like a clock pendulum while her wrists twisted painfully in the rope bonds. In a moment he was behind her, bringing the leather down hard against her ass-cheeks until they turned bright scarlet.

Kathy let her head fall back, feeling her asscheeks open and close, her hair sweeping over the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks. Then Matt began on her legs, bringing the crop down over her valves, striping her thighs until they glowed from the constant beating. When he smashed the leather down against her ankles, nearly crushing the tiny bones, Kathy let out another hellish yowl. She wished she could have beaten her fists against his face as she twisted her head around and bit down on her upper arm. She was letting the ropes slice into her flesh, a small trickle of blood flowing down her arms in deep red trails reaching her elbows.

Matt flogged at the backs of her knees, bringing the whip up her thighs, then beating at her ass-cheeks while laughing at the screaming teen. She could hear his breath whistling, almost masking the laughter that punctuated his lashing strokes.