Paul Gable: Summer camp in slavery

And when the big man had finished and was pulling his cock from her shitter, the girl protested, squeezing her ass muscles together. The cock pawed for a second, then shot back in for one last fucking move. Kathy shrieked, feeling her cum peak like a doting thunderbolt. Her head snapped back, the cords sticking from her neck while a strangled cry escaped from her lips.

Her eyes started from her head, staring at nothing while they rolled from side to side. Matt flailed his fingers at her clit, drawing all the sensation he could from the tiny organ while slowly pulling his prick from her ass.

Kathy wanted it in there, shoved all the way into her asshole. Yes, yes, she wanted him in her ass forever! The thought of having something that big and hot pushed into her asshole for a long time set her off again. She wanted to climax again and again with Matt's cock shoved up her ass. Impatient, the big man began sliding out. The move disrupted her second climax. She fought to keep that thing in her asshole. But the big man was determined to pull out.

"No, no, want cock… want more cock," she mouthed, sobbing and shrieking.

The wide flare of the cock-head slipped out. Kathy ground her teeth, cursing the big stud. Her asshole fluttered wetly.

"Yeah, go for it, bitch, go for it!"

Kathy couldn't stop her own body from twisting and writhing under the big man's pawing hands. Slowly her arms straightened, her knotted muscles relaxing under the pulling weight of her body. Her toes brushed the floor, but she didn't try to rest on them. Her whole body sagged, stretched by gravity into a tall, vertical line that was webbed with whip marks. She had never felt so deserted in her whole life. A bubble of air escaped from her cunt while the man's oozy cum trickled from her stretched asshole. Kathy closed her eyes, drinking in the sensation and still wishing Matt had been more patient with her and let her have her climax with his prick in her shitter.

"Man, you'd wear out a Goddamned football team!" he grunted.

"God, oh God!"

Kathy winced, feeling the cuts more acutely now that the excitement of the fucking had ebbed. Matt had climbed down from the box and biked up his trousers, wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was then she heard a soft rapping at the door. It was Sid, holding a ragged, limp Marie with one hand.

"She put up a fight," he explained, dropping the girl like a rag onto the floor. "I had to work her over."

"And fuck her brains out at the same time, right?"

Sid shagged sheepishly, kicking the young brunette tentatively with one boot. The girl shivered, drawing her knees up quickly while letting out a groan of tenor. Kathy's heart went out for Marie. What on earth had she been doing snooping about outside?

"You didn't leave too much on her. Strip the bitch naked and string 'er up… opposite little Miss Cunt over there," Matt said, nodding his head in Kathy's direction. Sid took notice of the girl for the first time and grinned, spotting the whip marks on her flesh.

"Looks like you've been plenty busy with the hot pussy over there."

"Hot asshole," Matt corrected, smiling at Sid's guffaw.

Kathy reddened at their laughter, watching as they dragged the faintly protesting Marie in from the doorway by the arms, Sid removing what was left of her ragged shorts and halter while Matt lowered the ropes of a second pulley assembly from the ceiling.

"This place didn't have anybody interested in it. Even that prissy little camp you belong to didn't want it. So, being a member of the Chamber of Commerce around here gave me access to gettin' a good price on the land," Matt began explaining, unhooking the chains from the overhead ropes while Sid propped the moaning Marie up against his arm. "Nobody came out here after I bought it. And, I thought I'd turn it into a kinda playroom. Didn't take long to find people to play with."

He winked, finally untangling the ropes and chains, moving to a cabinet and pulling out several lengths of ropes and odd-looking clamps from the drawer. Kathy watched as they laid Marie on her belly, binding her wrists together, then her ankles, then bending her legs back until her toes were nearly touching her fingers.

The young brunette began to awaken from her stupor at that stretching sensation, squirming uncomfortably on the floor. Sid rose, putting one booted foot against her neck and keeping her quiet while Matt slipped a length of line around her wrists and ankles, bending the girl's body back.

"Now, we'll make sure she doesn't move around too much… not like this one. Shit, I don't think I could take two hot numbers like that little snit over there! She's too much for a gang, man!" Matt said.

Kathy reddened again under Sid's knowing leer. Lowering her eyes once more, she concentrated on what they were doing to her best friend. Matt had lowered the ropes overhead a little more, sliding a clamping eyehook around the rope that bound her wrists to her ankles. At a nod, Sid began raising the rope-and-chain assembly once more. The tension increased, first drawing Marie's arms and legs together more tightly, then finally lifting her body from the floor. She moaned, then screamed, her arching spine concaving unnaturally and sending streamers of pain crashing into her brain. The teen thrashed as best she could, then sagged limply against her bonds, her hair curtaining her flushed cheeks.

"Oh, owwwww!"

Her big tits sagged down from her chest, her thigh muscles growing rigid and rock-hard while her chest heaved. It was impossible for her to have any comfortable position while roped like that. Her body swayed painfully from side to side with any move she made as Sid pulled her higher and higher. When the filthy man had finally fixed everything, Kathy saw that her friend was dangling at least four feet from the floor, every muscle in her body knotted and cramped, her face a minor of pain shooting through her bound body.

"Ohhhh, Kathy, what are they doing to us?" the girl cried.

"You know, since we got both of 'em here, I think it's only right they should have a little fun together – you know playing with pals and that shit?" Matt said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Yeah, nice playmates. Okay, man, let's do it to 'em."

While Sid was pulling out the horrid generator again, checking all the wires, Matt walked around the trembling, hanging teen, checking the stripes now starting to glow against her tight, white flesh. He enjoyed watching her this way, hanging helplessly, her wrists still bleeding and twisting against the overhead ropes.

"I'll have something more interesting for you to play with," he said, moving back to the cabinet, then pulling out a large silver dildo, similar to the one that had impaled Kathy earlier on the stool. This one had tiny protrusions all over the sides. "It's something new, like a machine. When you're hooked up – and you'll be that, I promise you – these little things start moving in and out while the surface of this mother gets hot with juice. It's a trip, from what the guy at the Pleasure Chest told me. Guess we'll find out, right?"

With that, Marie began twisting the thing into Kathy's wet, snug cunt. Kathy's face slackened, a throb of delight shooting through her pussy. The sensation of having something pushing into that sucking hot hole now set the young teen off again. Against her will, she felt her cunt heating, up, the muscles tightening around the invading steel dildo. She could feel the scratching of those arms Matt had been talking about. She could well imagine what it would be like when he had hooked her up to the generator.

Oh God in heaven, it was going to start all over again! And this time, Marie would be a prime witness to her disgrace!

"Uhhhhhh… don't… don't push it in any farther!"