Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER EIGHT

The animal had backed away, studying the groaning young woman, watching her as if he were her human lover. Camey looked heavy-lidded at the big dog. She saw his fur bristling with excitement, his powerful body heaving as he breathed through those black nostrils, wet with her own juices. Everything about him made her quiver with anticipation, eager to have him bury his muzzle in her cunt again. She wanted him to devour her like a bitch in heat. Another flash indicated a third picture had been taken. "Oh, oh, OH!"

Camey reached down and slid her fingers back on either side of her bloated outer cunt lips. How good that sensation felt. She was greasing herself with her own juices, rubbing them into the delicate petals fringed with her wet, blonde cunt hair. The young girl closed her eyes and drew her hands back, flexing her ass muscles and hunching her pussy up into the air.

This was too much for the big animal. As she parted her thighs and moved her fingers over her already soaked cunt lips the big dog lurched forward, starting to eat at her pussy again. She held her breath, feeling his nose move up and down through her slit. It was forcing the inner pussy lips apart, stretching the mouth of her cunt. The girl's pussy muscles spumed, closing her cunt lips tightly around the shepherd's cold nose.

"Oh, ohhh!" Camey sighed again, breathing through her flared nostrils. She kicked one leg out, then brought it around so she could pet the big dog's back with her foot. How oddly good it was to feel his short fur tickling the sensitive places between her toes.

Camey scooted down a little, moving her asscheeks over the juice-slick concrete floor. She rocked her body from side to side feeling that chilly fever racing through her cunt. Dog! It didn't matter to the girl what was between her legs now. All she cared about was that release she knew was only minutes away.

"Good, good," she whispered excitedly. The girl moaned, writhing her shoulders on the floor. She petted the dog now with both feet while he lapped and wet her cunt again and again. Camey didn't care what Karen and the others thought about her any longer. She didn't care what her mother, father and the rest of the world would think either. All she cared about was keeping that growling animal between her thighs until she came.

"Ummnimm, yessssss!" she hissed between her teeth.

The dog growled and moved his fangs along the puffed outer cunt lips. The feeling was excruciatingly good for the girl. It hurt Camey in a way she loved. She humped her back harder, pressing her cuntal mound up harder for him to eat. She loved that sharp, hard feeling against her pussy. For a second she pictured the dog on top of her, his fangs bared, his rubbery lips pulled back while spit dribbled from his mouth. How would it be to be completely at his mercy as he threatened to tear out her throat?

The thought made her cunt muscles cramp up again, massaging the dog's pointed snout. Her pussy was getting closer and closer to climax. Her hair clung to her dampened cheeks and forehead.

She lay back, wriggling on the floor, feeling her pussy explode with a wild, killing climax.

"Aaijhhhh!" Camey cried, feeling the world crash down into her cunt. The blonde teenager had no idea that a dog could make anyone feel this way. Of course it was nothing more than one wet surface rubbing against another. But still the thought of having an animal do this sort of thing… well, it nearly made her faint!

Camey plunged and writhed and grunted with the ecstatic tickle that took a long time to unwind. She felt choked at times as the stunning spasms tore through her body. Even when she closed her thighs to the dog to keep him away now that her orgasm had peaked the shepherd whined and nosed around her, wanting to get back between her legs. Through the red fog that had settled on her brain Camey realized he wanted to mount her, to take care of his sexual needs. The blonde also knew that if Rick and Jack hadn't run out of film, as they had announced just as she'd come, Karen might have made her go that far with the animal.

Camey curled up and hunched away from the whining dog. He was trying to rub his doggie cock against her leg. Camey felt something incredibly hot and slick touching her flesh, and she cried out. No, no, she wasn't going to let him fuck her. No, that was going too far!

"Guughhhh!"

She handed Jack a short piece of rope, which he tied tightly to Camey's ankles. The girl cried out, feeling the blood stop flowing to her feet.

"A little less tight," Karen said, observing the girl's violent reaction.

Jack muttered, adjusted the half-inch line, and secured it with a figure-eight knot. Camey cried out, moving her legs back and forth slightly, feeling the rough surface of the rope chafing her tender flesh.

"Her hands?" Jack asked, holding another short piece of line in the air.

"Leave them. I enjoy watching them trying to free themselves," Karen said, her cheeks glowing with excitement. She looked like a girl getting ready for her first big dance.

"Put it over the beam. It'll hold her," Karen said, rolling her eyes up and staring at a long ceiling beam directly above the young woman.

Jack took one end of another rope and secured it to the line holding Camey's ankles together. After satisfying himself the job was done well he threw the rope over the beam, pulling it taut. Jack helped him, grabbing the free end of the rope and yanking it down with all his strength.

Camey cried out, feeling the rope around her ankles tighten as the line attached to it and the beam grew straight. She felt her body slide a few inches along the cold floor while her legs gradually angled up toward the ceiling. The tension increased in her muscles and tendons.

"No, don't, oh, God no!"

Camey kept screaming at them. Once or twice she shot out both hands and tried desperately to stop herself. She clawed at the slick surface of the basement floor, only to bring about the laughter of her captors.

"Higher, pull her higher," Karen ordered.

Jack and Rick grunted. Pieces of wood from the beam rained down on them as they yanked.

Camey screamed, only her shoulder blades and the back of her neck now touching the floor. The muscles in her legs and thighs were beginning to cramp while the rope was cutting into the flesh of her ankles. The two young men paused for a second, wiping their sweaty foreheads on their muscular upper arms, then went back to pulling.

"That's it. Leave her head dangling about a foot off the floor," Karen said, smiling as she watched Camey's body finally hoisted clear of the floor.

"Ohhhhhh, God, God, help meeeee!" Camey wailed.

The pressure on her ankles and legs was terrible. She was hanging from the ceiling upside down like a side of beef. Her body swung slightly from side to side, turning slowly. Camey was completely helpless. She thought her legs would pull out of her hip joints. Once or twice she tried to curl up, reaching her hands toward her ankles in a desperate attempt to lessen the pressure of the ropes against her flesh.

"I think I'm going to have some fun now," Karen mused out loud, moving back, her eyes riveted on the hanging blonde girl while she reached down and pulled out what appeared to be a short stick of some kind. Unraveling several strands sticking from one end of it, Karen showed the blonde teen that the stick was actually a buggy whip!

"Oh, why, why?" Camey sobbed, her flesh already stinging.

Karen stepped up to her, fingering the strips of black leather on the end of the whip, licking her lips with excitement.

"Why? There doesn't have to be a reason why," Karen mocked, her eyes narrowing.

"I… don't understand," Camey stammered, watching that whip as the older woman stepped back.

"Some people are born to dominate. There's nothing more to it than that. You tried to upset that order," Karen said, her smile fading. "Now, I'm here to correct that."

With those words the woman stiffened, snapping one hand back and sending the leather strips of the whip whistling through the air. Camey shrieked, her eyes bugging out as she saw the arm cut [missing text].