Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER THREE

Camey let out a low moan as the tall woman unleashed a torrent of abuse. She called Brad all sorts of names, told him he wasn't fit to fuck pigs, then called the blonde teenager a slut.

"Please, I… I'm sorry," Camey stammered, reaching forward and gathering her damp bikini in both hands. She wanted to get dressed quickly and get out of that tiny apartment.

"You Goddamned little bitch!" the pretty woman shrieked, dropping the groceries and running over to the mattress. Reaching down she gathered Camey's long blonde hair in her hands and started pulling, kicking the girl with her sandaled feet while screaming obscenities.

Camey jerked both hands up and fought back, hitting the woman on the chest, belly and upper legs while scooting around and kicking out one foot. Brad scrambled to his feet and was behind the shouting woman, hands wrapped around her waist, trying to drag her away from Camey.

"Come on, Karen, you know I dig you, baby. Come on, she don't mean nothin' to me," Brad said in a loud voice, tugging at the woman's waist.

"Lemme go!" Camey screamed, curling her fingers and clawing her nails across the woman's bare midriff.

"BITCH!" Karen screamed, finally letting go of the blonde's hair. She almost collapsed, then stiffened and glared silently at Camey for several seconds while the girl hurriedly slipped into her bikini, then gathered up her towel and books.

"I'm sorry," Camey muttered, sliding against one wall, trying to keep as much distance between her and the tall woman as possible.

"I'll get you," Karen said under her breath, her eyes glowing with hatred. "I'll get you the way I got the others who tried to take him away from me."

There was a certainty, a conviction in those words that made Camey shiver. Even Brad's easy smile flashed at her as she left the apartment didn't help. All the girl wanted to do was run and hide her shame in her bedroom.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Camey groaned, running down the stairs, the blanket streaming behind her. In the street she slowed her pace, feeling the tightness in her chest lessen a bit. What a horrible scent! Who would have guessed that she could have caused such unhappiness, could have set another woman off like a crazed asylum inmate?

She stopped several blocks south of Brad's apartment and leaned against a concrete beach bench. In front of her the sun was a large orange ball, the sky above becoming a riot of reds, lavenders and purples as the day drew to a close. Every shape seemed sharply outlined, almost lurid in the decreasing light. A soft damp breeze blew against Camey's flushed cheek as she closed her eyes and thought about the series of events leading to this terrible moment.

"Oh, how terrible," she said.

But a smile crept over her lips. She'd been fucked, and by someone who obviously knew what he was doing. There were no adolescent gropings, no wrong moves. Everything Brad had done had increased her excitement a thousandfold! She could still feel his body squirming over hers, feel his hot dick plowing through her tight cuntal curls, edging her swollen cunt lips apart while his balls dragged over her upturned asscheeks!

Just thinking about it made Camey shiver with sexual fever. How delicious it had been to feel his strong, hairy body pinning hers to the mattress! Camey enjoyed that feeling of being helpless, of being swallowed up in Brad's overpowering masculinity while his dick plowed aside the slick, hot folds of her virgin cunt and tore through her cherry.

A stronger, cooler breeze snapped the girl out of her reverie. It was getting late, and Ocean Front Walk in Venice was no place for a single woman at night, especially dressed as scantily as she was.

Camey gathered up her thoughts and walked stiffly south, hearing again the shrill voice of that woman screaming at the two of them. Her face burned with shame as she remembered that look of hatred glittering in Karen's eyes. Who was she, his wife? His girlfriend? It really didn't matter any more. She'd never go back to that apartment and risk having that sort of scene again!

Dinner went quietly, her parents looked quizzically at her but saying nothing. They had become used to the girl's occasional moodiness and attributed it to adolescent behavior.

But nothing could have teen further from the truth. Even in front of her parents Camey was thinking of Brad, feeling his arms circle her waist while his cock plowed harder and deeper into her cunt. What was happening to her? All she could think about was cock. Struggling through dessert, Camey finally excused herself, saying she'd gotten too much sun.

In bed with her door closed and locked Camey gave herself completely over to her fantasies, rolling on the bed, smoothing her fingers over her tormented body, closing her eyes and pretending Brad was with her. Even in her broken sleep that night the young blonde teen dreamed of cocks hard, stiff, long and thick cocks jerking in front of her face while her burning cunt ached and throbbed and juiced for them.

The following day went badly for the girl. Camey wanted to go to the beach, see Brad, talk with him, although the thought of doing anything else terrified her. She remembered the woman's face, white with anger. No, she was afraid of Karen, afraid of what she'd do to her if she saw her with Brad again. But maybe they could just talk. Oh, if only she could hear his voice again, feel his fingers against her soft flesh!

But Camey stayed home, feeling as if she were going to die of lust at any moment. She remained home all that day, the next, and the next. But the fourth day found her gathering her beach materials together and stealing out of the house in the late afternoon. She couldn't resist walking the four blocks to Ocean Front Walk, turning north and heading toward the weightlifting pit.

As she neared that compound Camey felt her chest tighten and her mouth go as dry as cotton. What would she say to him? Would he laugh at her, or worse, ignore her? Camey didn't think she could take being ignored. For a second she stopped on the Walk, her eyes lowered modestly, her face a mask of intense concentration. In the distance she could hew the sounds of weights being thrown to the ground.

No, she had to see him. Walking forward again, Camey tilted her chin up and narrowed her eyes, trying to pick out Brad's massive body among the five or six men gathered together in the center of the pen.

When she arrived, Camey felt her heart contract and sink. Brad wasn't there. That tall blond friend of his was squatting in the center, a barbell with several heavy weights on either end sitting squarely on his shoulders. How his calves and thighs bulged with the strain of lifting those round hunks of iron!

Camey let out a little sigh of disappointment and turned as if to go. Her narrow shoulders sloped down and forward while she shuffled away from the weightlifting area.

"Hey, babe, wait up," a voice sounded front behind her.

Camey froze. It was the voice of the blond. She remembered it from the day Brad had picked her up. She remembered his mocking laugh, his cynical smile as the two of them sauntered up the Walk toward his apartment. Now she felt her cheeks burn with shame and guilt. But still he was Brad's friend. He might know where the young athlete was. Camey by this time was so desperate to see Brad she'd put up with his friend's arrogance to find out any information.

"Yes?" she said coolly, turning around and facing the pen. The blond weightlifter had eased the weights onto the holders, wiped his hands on his skimpy bathing suit and was now walking up to her. He was handsome in a pretty sort of way delicate features with bushy blond hair falling rakishly over his forehead. His body was as developed as Brad's, while the jiggling bulge in the crotch of his trunks indicated that muscles weren't the only thing he and his buddy had in common.

"Do you know where… do you know where Brad is?" she asked nervously.

The big blond flashed her a brilliant, mocking smile, his hands placed squarely on his hips.

"Got to you, didn't he?"

The words shot through Camey. She saw herself clearly a begging dog, begging for the big man's dick, crawling on the ground, humiliating herself publicly just so she could have more cock! It was a terrible, degrading mental image that flashed through her confused mind.

"I don't… know what you mean. I lust want to talk to him," she said in a quavering voice.

"Sure you don't. Anyways, ain't seen him for a couple of days. Heard you and his old lady got into it," he said, his face lighting up again with mocking laughter. "Yeah, ol' Karen ain't no one to cross. She's got lots of friends around here."

There was something threatening in his voice now, something that made Camey's blood run cold. She ran one hand up and down her arm while backing one foot away from the big man.

"But I'll tell you. Just gimme time to clean up a bit and I'll see if I can find 'im for you. Brad gets under the skin of lots of chicks lately," he said, flashing Camey that brilliant smile before turning and gathering up his leather waist support belt and gloves.

The blonde teen didn't know what to think. Should she risk going with this man? Risk? That word made her laugh. What had she done four days before, trotting off like a bitch dog after some hot man who promised her nothing more than a fast fuck and an end to her innocence? Somehow that image excited the hell out of Camey.

"Come on," the blond weightlifter said.

She followed the tall, thickly built man down the Walk toward Brad's apartment, learning his name was Rick Urban. He and Brad had served in the Marines together, had fought together in Vietnam, and had finally come to Southern California together and settled in Venice.

"Sometimes he hangs out a lot down here," he said, gesturing toward a beach side bar. Camey peered through the dirty plate-glass window. There were only a few people there, none of them being Brad.

"No," she said, wishing she hadn't bothered Rick or anyone else. This was stupid. What was she going to say to Brad when she found him? What was the sense of it all?

"Okay, then let's go down here," he said, indicating a side street leading off to the east of the Walk. "We got some buddies who rebuild bikes. Sometimes he likes to hang around there."

Camey was beginning to shiver. It was growing cold. Glancing over one shoulder she saw a gray fog bank hanging off the coast, getting ready to roll in at any second. Still she followed Rick down the narrow street lined on either side with one story wood beach houses. At the end was a larger home, apparently deserted. There were no signs of cars or bikes. But Rick marched up to the side door and motioned impatiently with one hand for her to follow. Camey shrugged and walked quickly up to the home. This, she was sure, would be another wild goose chase.

"Come on inside," Rick said, opening the door.

How odd it was that someone in this neighborhood would leave his door unlocked. There was something sinister about this. Camey sensed she should, run down the street while she could. But curiosity got the better of her.

"OH!" the girl screamed as the door slammed shut and locked behind her. For a while she saw nothing, her eyes unaccustomed to the sudden dark. There was movement in front of her. Two shapes loomed out of the dusky light, one of them being Rick.

"Looks like Brad ain't here," he said mockingly.

Camey stepped back, her shoulder blades touching the door. She reached behind her, her fingers searching frantically for the doorknob.

"What's going on?" she asked, trying to make her voice steady and defiant. No sense in showing these men she was terrified until it became clear what they wanted with her.

"Karen's a good friend of mine, a lot better flow than Brad. She's gonna be here to teach you a fuckin' lesson on how to behave," Rick said, running his fingers through his blond hair and smiling curiously at her.

Camey's eyes raced down to his crotch and saw his cock bulging more stiffly against the thin silky material of his trunks. Panic shot through the girl's mind and body.

"Don't… oh please, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I wasn't going to hurt anyone," she stammered.

"Sure, sure, that's why you came down here to look for Brad, right? You gonna play checkers with 'im or something?"

Camey trembled. She found the doorknob and twisted the cold hard object around and around. But the lock held the door shut.

"We keep this place as a kinda playroom. This here's Jack, Jack Henshey. He's just one of the guys you're gonna meet tonight," Rick said.

He stretched out one hand and gripped Camey by the wrist. The blonde teen let out a whimper and struggled futilely against him. For several seconds the two men just stood there, their faces glowing with growing excitement while she twisted and panted, struggling to free herself. Finally growing tired of the game, Rick jerked her forward, catching her with both hands and pulling her hard against his body.

Camey let out a sharp cry, her eyes wide with terror. She was pressed against his smooth tanned body. The girl could feel his growing body heat warming her flesh as he moved her hands around her hips and pinned them to the small of her back. His breath was blowing against both her cheeks while his dick jumped and throbbed against the dampening crotch panel of her bikini bottoms.

"We're gonna have lots of fun, the three of us, before Karen gets here, right Jack?" Rick said, his eyes burning with perverted desire.

"Yeah, just like the last two broads," his buddy said, licking his lower lip and scratching his groin.

"Naw, better," Rick said. "This one's hot like an iron. That's what Brad said a couple of nights ago. That's why Karen's so uptight about her and wants her out of the way."

Out of the way? What was going on here? Why was she so important. Something was behind all of this, something more than a woman's simple jealousy.

"Let's take 'er down to the basement now," Jack said, unable to wait any longer.

"Okay, baby. You try anything and we're gonna beat the livin' shit outta you, hear? Ain't no one gonna come runnin' and save you."

Camey felt thoroughly defeated. She sensed that at least for the time being she'd better cooperate. Maybe when Karen got here she could convince that crazy lady to let her go.

Reluctantly she followed Rick as he led the way down the narrow wooden stairs to the basement. The dampness and chill made her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. When her feet touched the cold cement floor Camey stopped what were they going to do to her, fuck her? She was sure there'd be some kind of sexual abuse. Surely she should be begging them to spare her, doing something to defend herself.

But Camey realized a kind of anxiety, a strange sort of curiosity and excitement was mixing with her growing terror. She wanted them to humiliate her, degrade her, fuck her wildly. It was a new, odd part of her mind awakening to this situation, taking her over now and guiding her words, her thoughts, her deeds.

"Karen didn't like you messin' around in her territory," Rick began, flipping on an overhead light.

The bare white bulb glared menacingly. Camey covered her eyes with one hand and backed away from the two approaching men. The backs of her legs brushed against an old desk.

"No, NO!" she screamed, protectively covering her face as she saw Rick raise one hand high above his head.

"Stupid little bitch," he growled, grabbing her raised hand by the wrist and jerking it away.

The violence of that move sent Camey tumbling to the floor.

"Please, please…"

"I told you not to scream. Now you're gonna pay for it," he said.

Camey could tell the young man was excited by her terror. And Jack was encouraging his buddy to beat and kick her.

"Got better plans for the little cunt," Rick muttered, hooking his thumbs around the waistband of his trunks and pushing it down. A long, thin cock with a cherry-red tip tumbled out, bobbing inches away from the girl's open mouth.

"Nooooo!" Camey cried out, scooting back on her ass.

"Gonna suck it, bitch. Gonna lick my dick clean, and it's gonna be just the staff," Rick said in a thickening voice.

Feeling a sick, whirling sensation growing in her belly, Camey sensed he was telling the truth.