Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER SIX

"Ohhhh, it hurts, it buns!" Camey moaned, throwing her head back and letting out a groan of pain. She'd never had anything like this happen to her in her life. The blonde teen shivered, squeezing her ass muscles, trying to force that fat cock out of her whole.

But Jack held her tightly, steadily increasing the pressure against her tightened sphincter. Camey sucked in a deep breath and held it, her face turning a dark red from the effort. She snapped her head from side to side, her long hair splashing across her face. Sweat dampened her forehead while her fingers clawed at her legs. The cramping ache radiated through her arm and leg muscles as Jack forced yet another fat throbbing inch of his dick into her ass.

"Please, please don't go so fast," the girl pleaded between her strangled sobs. Saliva drooled from her mouth.

"Baby, I can't slow down or, I'll shoot. And I ain't gonna cum all over the fuckin' table," Jack said.

"Get this dick back in your mouth Goddamn it," Rick said angrily, holding her head with one hand while guiding his cock back between her lips.

Camey tried to beg again but found her mouth stuffed with the big blond's cockmeat. She sucked hard, wiggling her tongue around the shaft, hoping that would take her mind off the killing pain in her ass.

But nothing seemed to help. Jack was playing with her turn, stretching the outer lips farther apart while crushing her clit with his thumbnail. At times, shocking jolts of pleasure shot through her cunt and spread to her violated ass. But then the big man would hunch in another few inches of his cock and the pain would start all over again.

"Yeah, yeah, get that tongue around it good," Rick breathed.

Camey was gagging now between cock thrusts, saliva oozing freely from her mouth as the big athlete spun out of control.

"Man, slow down. You're gonna knock her the fuck off the table," Jack cautioned, still left with a good four inches of cock to shove in her ass.

"Fuckin' Jesus, what the hell you think I'm made of?" Rick answered, opening his eyes, then shaking his head violently from side to side to knock off the sweat coating his face. "I'm so fuckin' close I can feel the cum in my Goddamned cock!"

His words excited Camey. Once again she was feeling her pussy heat up. Even though there was nothing inside that soft, tight little hole, she could feel the cuntal muscles contracting, her pussy walls buckling from the rising sexual heat, clamping down on nothing. Oh, if only Jack would take his dick out of her ass and shove it into her snatch! How she'd gasp with delight if that were to happen.

"Man, okay, I think I'm okay," Rick said, a little breathless from both the excitement and the effort of keeping it down to a safe level.

"Okay, then we both make it at the same time, right?" Jack asked, not waiting for an answer as he draped himself over the young girl and shoved in the remaining four thick inches of dickmeat.

Camey sobbed. The bruising fingers on her nipples made every inch of her heavy tits ache. She wished he'd stop, and at the same time wished he'd tear those nipples off.

"DAMN!" Jack muttered. He clamped his teeth on the nape of her neck. That made the girl shriek, nearly spitting out Rick's dick again. She snapped her head back as far as she could without pulling away from his prong. The constant swiveling of her ass continued. The shame and pain over what was happening was gone now. She felt she needed to feel that crazy release she had before. There was no way she could escape it.

Jack's belly lay heavily on her back while his legs tucked up against the backs of hers. He was hammering his cock home now, pile-driving his prong while pinching her nipples until the girl thought he actually was going to tear them off. Oh, if only something could take care of her pussy! If only she could have something inside her curd to help bring her off and relieve that terrible pressure driving her insane!

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Camey cried with each downward thrust. Her tits jiggled, the stiffened tips barely brushing the desk top. If only he'd touch her cunt. If only Jack would run his fingers along the wet, furry edges of her fluttering cunt lips! Camey tilted her ass up, hoping she could silently tell him what she wanted, what she needed.

But the young man was too wrapped up in his hard, stiff dick. She felt his fingers clawing her sides while he breathed hard on the back of her neck. He was going to cum, going to fire that thick load of jizz down her shitter.

At the same time Rick let out a loud groan, snapping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut while jerking Camey's head forward. She felt the wiry cock hairs tickling the insides of her nostrils again while his balls nestled just under her chin. Spurts of cum shot out of his piss-slit, spattering against the back of her throat, then oozing down toward her stomach. More and more of the slimy white-hot stuff filled her mouth, some of it seeping from the corners of her lips and wetting down her chin.

"Fuck!" Jack cried out. He was cumming too, keeping his groin cemented to her ass while squeezing her tits hard. Camey felt a tiny orgasm, soft as a baby's kiss, ripple through her hot little pussy. It wasn't the release she needed to satisfy the terrible tension between her legs. But it was enough for now.

"Man, good head, real good," Rick muttered, drawing his softening cock from her mouth.

He left the fat head between her lips for a second, moving his thighs from side to side, drinking in the delicious final spasms before pulling out completely. Shaking the last few droplets of cum on her face the blond slid off the table and began searching around for a rag to clean his cock with. "Fuckin' grade-A ass," Jack commented, pulling his cock out of the girl's shitter.

Camey thought her insides were coming out with his fat dick. Her belly turned-over while her pussy rumbled with dissatisfaction. Oh, how she'd wanted something to stimulate her clit, fill her cunt, push her pussy walls apart! But Jack had been too wrapped up in fucking her asshole.

After he yanked his cock out the girl steadied herself on the desk top, feeling something hot and sticky oozing down her thighs and asscheeks. If only she could reach around and touch her clit, bring herself off while these two men were concerned with cleaning up!

"Let's clean 'er up before Karen gets here," Rick suggested, throwing an old towel over to his buddy after wiping up his crotch.

"Thanks," Jack said, making a face as he tried to find a clean spot on the towel before wiping up.

The two men said little, glancing at Camey occasionally to make sure she didn't try to get away. The young woman was exhausted, lying on one side and curling her legs up to her chest. She still felt that burning, pulsing ache in her clit. Glancing up she saw both Rick and Jack dressing, sliding their bathing suits up, flipping their cocks into the small nylon pouches. Camey bit her lower lip, trying to fight down that terrible feeling still glowing between her legs. What kind of awful little slut was she becoming? Those two men had made her commit two acts of sexual perversion, and still she wanted more.

"Upstairs for a while, baby. You've had your fun here," Rick said, walking over to the desk top and sliding his hands under her arms. He unbuckled her bonds.

Camey shuddered at his touch. Oh, her body was still alive, still wanting to be held, pawed, fucked! But the two men weren't interested in screwing her now. Weakly she climbed the stairs, her legs giving way occasionally.

They reached the kitchen, moved through the darkened hall to the bathroom.

"Jesus fuck, she's a load to handle when she's down," Jack commented as Camey nearly passed out. Her legs gave out from under her and she fell back against the big dark-haired weightlifter.

Rick flipped on the light and stood back while his buddy shoved the girl up to the cracked porcelain tub. When her legs touched the cold lip of the tub Camey snapped to, looking around and seeing where she was.

The place was filthy, as dirty as the rest of the unkept house. Water dripped from an unwashed sink while the floor had buckled years ago from seepage. A strange pungent odor hung in the air of that tiny room. Camey saw roaches scurrying to get out of the sudden burst of light. She shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her arms.

"Up you go, baby. Time to wash up. Whew, you smell of cunt juice and cum!" Rick said, wrinkling up his nose as he lifted the girl off the floor and hoisted her into the bathtub.

"Sit down," Jack ordered.

"Yeah, enjoy it," Rick said, leaning over and twisting the spigot. At first nothing came out. The pipes rattled, threatening to tear through the poorly plastered wall. Then a gush of rusty water shot from the old faucet, splashing all over the tub and onto Camey's hot little body.

"Aiyeee!" the girl shrieked.

Camey jerked her arms up, placed her hands on the edges of the bathtub and tried to climb out. The water was cold, icy cold, as it splashed on her hot flesh, knocking the air from her lungs. She gasped, kicking both legs out, trying to tuck then under her ass for support as the brown water swirled under her.

"Get back," Rick snarled, backhanding her.

The blow knocked her against the wall, dazing the blonde teen temporarily. She slid back onto the cold porcelain bottom, the icy water reviving her quickly. Camey scooted back, her eyes wide with fear. For a second time the girl tried to scramble out of the tub. Jack shot his knee against one cheek, sending her tumbling back in.

"I'll take care of this," Rick said, getting up on the toilet and balancing himself on the narrow lip.

He reached down, peeling the front of his bathing suit down to his knees. Camey looked up and saw he was holding his dick in both hands. What was he going to do, force her to give him another blowjob?

But no, his cock was still soft. He made no attempt to work it up to full length and thickness. He was just standing there, closing his eyes, flexing his thigh and butt muscles occasionally while breathing heavily. What was he trying to do?

Camey found out the terrible answer in a second.

"Ohhhhh!"

The young woman saw a few yellow droplets ooze from his piss-slit. At that moment she knew he was going to piss on her! She shrank back, covering her face protectively with one hand while still hanging onto the edge of the tub with the other. The cold water seemed to get warmer as the few droplets became a strong yellow stream of hot piss.

"Yeah, yeah!" Jack said, his eyes widening with pleasure. Standing next to his buddy, the big man pushed the front of his suit down and held his soft cock with both hands, aiming the head at the girl's face.

"Open your mouth, honey. Open it up so I can fill it with my piss," Rick said.

"No, no!" Camey cried, turning her face away from them. The girl kept telling herself it would be over soon. No matter what they did to her it would soon end. She'd wash herself clean of their filthy piss, bathe her body in that cold water.

But still she shuddered with revulsion. How low could she slip? Now she was no better than the bottom of an old toilet bowl! Camey sucked in her breath as the hot yellowish stream cascaded over her belly, splashing onto her tits and neck. It was useless and stupid for her to try to get away from them. Turning away she felt the double stream splash over her asscheeks and into her crack. Twisting the other way made her cunt fair game.

Finally the girl sat half turned away from Rick and Jack, enduring this latest humiliation. Their piss filled her navel, trickling down to her cunt and wetting down the hairs there.

Camey shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out with frustration, anger and disgust. The hot double stream stung her nipples, slicked down her tits and chest and belly. She felt piss on her chin, and she clasped one hand over her mouth to muffle the gagging sound she began making.

"Okay, man, she's ready for a wash down," Rick said, shaking the last of his piss off.

Jack joined him in unplugging the bathtub drain and letting out the mixture of rusty cold water and piss. Then they told her to wash down well, watching her all the while, commenting on how well she could give head, fuck, even take on a pissing session. All those "compliments" bit into the girl's strong pride. As she splashed the cold water all over her body Camey tried to think of her home. Even Brad wasn't all that important any more. All she wanted was out of this terrible place, away from these men who were bent on degrading and hurting her as much as they could.

"Okay, honey, don't spend all fuckin' night in there," Rick said, bending over and letting out the water.

She stepped unsteadily from the tub, dripping water, her flesh turning a light blue from the drafts whistling through the tiny bathroom. They didn't give her anything to dry with until they were back in the basement. And then it was the filthy towel both and Rick had wiped their cocks off with earlier.

Both men were about to try something else with Camey when they stiffened, their ears pricking up at the sound of an approaching car.

"Karen," Rick said, his lips curling into a smile.

Camey shivered, wishing she had something she could wrap around her shoulders. She was cold, her body aching with fatigue and tension. Apparently they were all turning some sort of corner with the arrival of this strange girl she'd met briefly at Brad's.

Camey sat quietly as she listened to the sound of an opening door upstairs, the creaking ceiling as someone walked toward the stairway, and the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"You've got her?" A soft feminine voice asked in the darkness.

Camey leaned forward, seeing the familiar shape and face of the girl who'd become hysterical in that beach-front apartment earlier. She seemed changed now, more in control, far from the hippy-type girlfriend she appeared to be four clays ago. Karen wore her long hair pulled back and rolled into a small bun. Her tight-fitting black blouse and matching slacks clung to her lithe body like a second skin.

"Sure, baby, we don't mess up," Rick said, sliding one arm around her small waist and kissing her on the cheek.

Karen didn't turn, her eyes flashing with anger as she stared at the naked blonde teen cringing under her steady gaze. Karen smiled coldly, drawing away from Rick and folding her arms in front of her.

"All this must seem a little over dramatic," Karen began.

Camey didn't know what to say. Over dramatic? She nearly laughed. That certainly was an understatement, considering the hell both men had been putting her through.

"I have my reasons," Karen continued, pacing back and forth in front of Camey. The taller, older woman went on in a monotone, speaking almost like a professor in front of his class. There was no sense of the personal in her tone of voice. Everything was calculated, businesslike, almost as if the girl had prepared this speech days earlier.

In it Camey learned Karen had more than a sexual interest in Brad. What it was she couldn't tell for the moment. But apparently Karen felt Camey was a threat, a big enough threat for her to be "eliminated".

At the sound of that word the girl let out a low moan. Karen's eyes flickered with excitement at that sound. She turned and smiled at the girl.

"I don't necessarily mean we're going to kill you. That, of course, is up to [missing text]."

Camey wanted to drop to her knees and beg for mercy. But she could tell that kind of movement would get nothing from Karen but scorn and possibly a kick in the ribs from one of the men. No, she had to play the game and find out what was happening.

"Fortunately, I've got other ways to ensure you won't be seeing Brad or any of his friends again," Karen said, her eyes narrowing.

For the first time Camey felt really afraid.