Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER SEVEN

Both men fucked her once again while Karen disappeared upstairs for a while. While Rick fucked the girl Jack searched around the basement, smoking and finding a half-full bottle of whiskey.

Rick fucked her rapidly this time, apparently not caring whether the girl enjoyed herself or not. Had he fucked her like this an hour earlier Camey knew she would have cum. She'd been so hot after that ass-fucking she'd have reached climax at the touch of a dick against her clit.

But now she was somewhat calmed down, and his rapid cunt-trenching did nothing for her. She could barely feel the pistoning thrusts.

Camey thought about her house again, about her mother and father who were worrying about her, she was sure, by now. Would they call the police? And even if they did, what good would that do? How could they possibly know she'd become mixed up in this horror show? The young woman turned her head and cried. Her sobs excited Rick even more.

"You think I'm hurting' you, eh, baby? Man, wait 'til later," he said in a thick voice.

He pumped for a few more seconds, then hooked his legs around hers and thrust wildly. His face turned a bright red while his breathing became rapid wheezing. Camey felt his dick jerking inside, twitching against her moist cuntal folds. He was cumming, shooting his wad inside her. Already she could feel streams of his jizz trickling out from her cunt and wetting down her asscheeks.

"You through?" Jack asked, his voice a little slurred from the whiskey he'd consumed.

"Yeah, you want her?" Rick asked, climbing off the moaning girl.

"Naw, don't care much for sloppy seconds."

Both men giggled at that comment. Jack waved the now-empty bottle over his head and a kind of salute to his buddy, then stared at it and smiled vaguely.

"Let's see if the bottomless pit's got a bottom," Jack said, crawling over to the supine girl and shoving the neck of the bottle into her cunt.

Camey cried out, jerking her ass up, then falling back as the smooth cold glass penetrated.

Jack corkscrewed the bottle, pushing it deeper until the blonde teen screamed that she couldn't take any more. Twice Camey tried to shove the awful invader from her cunt, drawing her knees together, catching Jack's wrists with her fingers and pushing with all her might.

But the men were stronger, laughing at her vain attempts to break free.

"Okay, baby, fuck it. Go on, fuck it like you fuck all those hot dicks in you," Jack muttered.

Camey moved her thighs slowly at first. Then she increased her speed as the slick, coldness warmed in her pussy. She thought of Brad, of Rick, of Jack, and those images created a wild sensation in her mind. Still it didn't create the satisfaction she needed to bring herself off.

Suddenly Karen's cold eyes, Jack's sneer, Rick's filthy words and beating hands flashed through her mind and the girl felt her clit bristling, alive now with lust. She fucked back at the bottle drilling her cunt, the juices flowing freely, creating soft, slurpy, sucking sounds as Jack pumped the bottle in and out faster and faster.

Camey jerked her hips, raising her ass, pumping up and down. The bottle jiggled, Jack barely able to keep his fingers steady on it. Rick fell on her, shoving his bathing suit down once more and shoving his cock in her mouth. God, how he loved it when she sucked on his dick. Now the girl didn't think twice about sucking cock. Instead she meekly obeyed his silent command, peeling back her lips and taking the full length of his prick while her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. The bottle jerked and bobbed, the smooth finish sucking softly against her cuntal walls. Her clit swelled to the bursting point.

Just as she exploded into a powerful orgasm Rick shot off in her mouth. Camey choked and coughed, her belly, tits and face flushed with excitement as her pussy clamped shut on the fucking bottle.

"Man, she ain't no better than some retarded Hollywood whore," Rick muttered, drawing back and flipping his cock back into his trunks.

Yes, he was right. She was no better than some slut. That was all she was good for fucking. Camey gradually began to realize that she was out of those women who could never get enough fucking. Let them fuck her to death. Right now she didn't care if she lived or died.

"Okay, baby, clean up. We ain't got time to take you back upstairs," Rick said, tossing her the filthy towel.

Camey winced. It smelled of cum. Still it was better than nothing. Quickly she wiped her mouth and tits, dropping the soft material down to her crotch and dabbing the wet curly hairs dry.

At that point they all heard Karen coming back down the stairs. Camey dropped the towel, and her mouth opened wide as she saw the girl reappear with a Polaroid camera and flash attachment in one hand, and German shepherd dog on a leash in the other.

"I brought him with me," she explained, smoothing her hair back and patting the bun while handing the camera over to Jack. "I had to feed him upstairs. He doesn't do a thing unless he's had dinner," she said, glancing down at Camey and smiling coldly.

"You want shots of her and him?" Jack asked. Both men's eyes lit up. Already Camey was beginning to get an idea of what was going to happen next.

"It's insurance, dear," Karen said, her voice having the edge of a knife.

The woman jerked the leash up, making the sniffing dog whine with surprise. He sat down, his bushy tail moving back and forth slowly while he stared up at his mistress. Karen ignored him for the time being, watching as Jack made sure the camera was in working order.

"No one will doubt the authenticity of those shots. I'm sure you'll keep away from Brad, from the beach, if we want," she added, her smile broadening.

At this point Karen knelt down, running her slender fingers through the animal's gray fur. She seemed to enjoy this sensation, closing her eyes and seemed to enjoy breathing lewdly while hugging the whining dog close to her body. There was something erotic about what Karen was doing. Of course she was only petting the beast. But it was the way she moved her hands through his hair that made Camey shudder.

"You've got a new friend," the girl said to the big dog, standing up a little immediately and unhooking the black leather leash from his collar. The animal whined through his nose, looking quizzically up at his mistress.

"Some shots now?" Jack asked.

"Don't waste film," Karen snapped. "Get up." Camey shook her head from side to side, her eyes rounded with terror as she stared fixedly at the approaching animal. He had dropped his head, his tail wagging slowly from side to side and lowered between his hindquarters. His fur seemed to bristle, especially around his thick powerful neck. With a tiny whimper Camey put her hands behind her and slid backward. Jack, Rick and Karen were in front of her, their lips curled into cruel smiles. Dangling from Jack's right hand was that awful camera.

"Feed!" Karen snapped.

That word made Camey cry out. Feed? What was she, nothing better than the slop dribbled out of some can for that dog? Her thoughts were interrupted when the animal leaped forward, his mouth open, revealing that double white row of fangs.

Camey screamed, falling back and snapping her naked legs together while protectively covering her face and throat with both hands. Something hot and wet licked her chin and cheeks. She screamed again, thrashing wildly on the floor, trying to knock the animal off her.

"No, get him off, oh, God, get him off me!" she screamed.

His jaws leaked spit. The big tongue slopped over her, chin and mouth. He seemed almost friendly for the moment. But Camey was consumed with horror and revulsion. His hot, furry weight was disgusting to her. She wanted to throw up. Her belly turned over while her mouth went sour and dry.

There was some laughter. Then Camey felt the animal draw back.

"No, no, get away, get away!" Camey cried in a tiny voice. She leaned back, one foot tucked under the ass protectively while her hands were still crossed in front of her throat. Would he tear her to pieces? Could Karen and the others control this animal if he were to get out of control?

The woman snapped her fingers. Camey jumped, then saw the dog start to crawl toward her. His body trembled with excitement. A low, steady growl came from his powerful maw. Camey felt every nerve ending in her body stand on end. She was alive to the slightest sound in the room. When the German shepherd was even with her lags he shot out his long pink tongue. Camey cried out, feeling the hot wet sensation of that surface brushing over her plump calf.

Whimpering, Camey jerked her head to the right and raised her ass to escape this attack. The big dog growled, then moved forward. She watched his ears flatten-back while his dark-brown eyes rolled up and met hers. There was a cunning, almost human intelligence behind those glistening orbs. The thought that this beast could psyche her put made Camey tremble even more furiously.

"Ohhhh!" she cried.

"You think she's gonna turn on?" Rick whispered over to Karen.

"Haven't the others?" the woman answered instead she found herself bending one knee slightly, then letting it sag toward the floor. The big dog sniffed at her puffy cunt lips, licking his chops as he stared at the curly blonde tufts fringing those lips. When the tip of his tongue pressed along the closed slit the girl made a tiny crying noise in her throat. Oh, how could she actually be feeling something good from all this? Camey shook her head violently back and forth, temporarily blinded by a sudden flash of light in front of her.

The blonde teen put her hands down to her sides, pressing her fingertips against her thighs. Ohhh, how wonderful those spasms were tearing through her cunt! She was moving her bare ass over the concrete. She could feel the surface under her butt heating up, becoming wet with her flowing pussy juices and sweat.

"Oh, no, no," she repeated over and over.

"Come on, baby, give us a little smile," Jack taunted.

Camey mustered the strength to get up, twisting around and holding onto the desk where she'd been so brutally raped a little while ago. She clung to the slippery top, her fingertips holding onto the wood while she spread her legs apart for better balance.

"Uhhhghhh!"

But instead of discouraging the animal, Camey found herself actually widening her feet on the German shepherd growling with impatience.

"Oh!"

Another flash popped in front of her. They were still taking pictures, laughing at her, she held onto the desk for dear life. The animal moved back, licked around her ankles, then moved back to just under her cunt and licked her all over again. Camey struggled to keep standing, afraid of what would happen should she fall to the floor again.

Camey flushed beet red, thinking those people were taking photos to show around at some later date. She wanted to sit down, to rest, to run away from these horrible people. Instead she found herself falling, her fingers clawing uselessly at the desk top while her body sagged toward the floor.

The animal backed away, patiently waiting, at times moving up and giving her a lick across the area just behind her knees. Then the gri sucked in a ragged breath. Finally she collapsed on the floor, her thighs spread apart for the animal. She could no more stop him now than she could fly through these concrete walls for help. Camey was ashamed, disgusted with herself for degrading herself in front of Karen and the others. But she was also curious about these new sensations shooting through her cunt.

"Unnghhh!"

Camey felt her cuntal muscles convulse deep inside. She rolled onto her back, lifting her knees and [missing text].