Beach girl in bondage

CHAPTER NINE

Karen's fingers closed around the handle of the whip. Camey noticed the slightest tremor of excitement in the woman's right hand as she studied the helpless blonde teen hanging from the ceiling beam.

"Harder, baby, harder," Jack breathed. "Yeah, really slice it into her," Rick said. Both men were cupping their bulging crotches, working their fingers over their dicks while Karen rubbed one end of the buggy whip teasingly over Camey's flesh.

The teenager hissed with terror at the touch of that cold black leather. At times she thought Karen would send the thin leather straps hissing across her skin. But the older woman was only teasing her, probing her tits, at times even rubbing the instrument of torture against her cunt lips.

"Man, make her know she's gettin' a fuckin' good beating," Rick said, anxious to see the show begin again.

"All right," Karen said simply.

Raising her right hand again the tall woman brought the whip down hard between Camey's thighs. The leather thongs struck hard against her clit, sending the girl off into spasms of agony.

"Eeeyyyaaaghhh!" she screamed, writhing insanely as pain ripped through her body. No longer was she thinking about how hot her tender little cunt was. Now Camey was fighting for her sanity, struggling to twist her body around from the killing pain inflicted on her by that terrible whip.

The whip hit her a second time, this blow off to the left. It bruised her left thigh. Again and again Karen brought the leather down. The pulling of the ropes on her ankles seemed to intensify the pain even more. Her asscheeks jiggled and bounced. Karen kept striking the girl's flesh, whipping it again and again, raising welts on her belly and thighs.

"Oh yeah, yeah, Karen baby, come on, let me try it," Rick begged.

"My hand is getting a little tired," Karen admitted, wiping her forehead with the back of one hand. Sighing, she handed her whip over to the tail blond weightlifter.

"Yeah, beg for it, baby, go on, beg for it," Rick muttered, fingering the whip with one hand while staring wild-eyed at her.

"He means that we've found some of the girls actually enjoy this sort of thing you're one, I think, that will," Karen said, folding her arms in front of her and sneering at Camey.

The blonde shook her head from side to side. Never, never could she enjoy something like this. It was a disgrace, it was a painful humiliation she couldn't imagine enjoying. They were all sick, perverted!

"Beg!" Rick repeated, holding the whip high over his head. His muscles tensed, rippled under the smooth tanned flesh.

"No, no!" Camey spat back defiantly.

The crop sliced over her jiggling tits, then more accurately over her stiff nipples. Camey threw her arms over her jugs protectively, shrieking obscenities back at her tormentors, telling them exactly what she thought they were.

Rick was infuriated. Reaching out, he spun the girl round, then standing back and watching her body twirl around as the rope unwound. Then he brought the whip down again and again.

Camey thought she was going to lose consciousness. She felt the blood pounding in her head. She no longer felt the incredible hot sting of the individual blows. The girl was growing used to the pain, feeling only the pressure of the leather as it criss-crossed her body with whip stripes.

"Stop," Karen ordered, putting out one hand. "Let her hang for a while."

The three of them talked for a while as Camey hung limply from the ceiling. She sobbed, reaching up after some time and rubbing the sore areas of her body. She saw large, ugly, dark-purple marks appearing on her legs, thighs and belly. At least they hadn't broken her flesh with that leather crop!

Nearly fifteen minutes passed before the three of them returned to her.

"Lower her," Karen ordered.

Quickly Rick untied the knot fastening the free end of the rope to an upright beam just behind Camey. The girl let out a sigh of relief when her back touched the floor again. The tension that had nearly pulled her legs out of joint eased.

"Bind her wrists together, then string her back up… head first," Karen said, an icy smile crossing her thin lips again.

Rick and Jack murmured approval. Camey shook her head from side to side, not struggling to get free. Jack wrapped another short piece of line around her wrists, holding her as Rick adjusted the long rope around that line and hauled her back up toward the ceiling. Camey felt strong pain as the ropes cut into her flesh. Her weight, pulling down on the ropes, made all the welts hurt even more. Once again Camey found no pleasure in this.

"Ohhhh," the girl moaned. She looked at Karen who was standing in front of her, holding what appeared to be a rubber cock. It was a dildo.

"See this? It's a special design," Karen said, twisting the instrument around and pretending to examine it herself for the first time. "See, when I squeeze this bulb attached to it part of it swell up. Those bumps," she said, demonstrating it for the wide-eyed teen, "stretch you apart without tearing. And if I finish this with water you'll get a kind of cunt enema."

With those words Karen's face lit up.

"Oh no, just leave me alone!" Camey gasped.

"Oh no, you don't want to be left alone," Karen nearly gasped. She was growing more and more excited. A dark wet patch appeared around her crotch panel. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin material of her bra. She fingered the dildo lovingly.

"What are you doing?" Camey asked in a trembling voice. She felt the ropes biting into her wrists even more than before.

"I'm getting ready," Karen said, turning around and walking over to a small sink to the left. She turned the spigot, filling the dildo half full with icy water. Karen studied the instrument dripping with water, turning around and smiling coldly at the helpless blonde teen. Camey shivered, imagining the discomfort she'd experience when that grotesque thing was shoved in her cunt.

"Do you want the honors?" Karen asked Rick with some reluctance.

Camey heaved a sigh of frustration when Rick took the rubber dick filled with water and shoved it into her tight pussy without warning. The dildo was so thick, felt so strange in her cunt. She jerked her knees up, trying to snap them tighter together. But the ropes around her ankles kept them from moving.

Stark terror shot through the girl as she realized Karen's pleasures derived primarily from causing her pain. The woman wasn't interested right now in money. No, she was enjoying this shabby scene of manipulative humiliation. She was controlling those men just as she was controlling Camey.

Camey felt ice shoot along her spine as she stared into Rick's glittering eyes. Would he believe her if she were to tell him what she thought about Karen? Would either he or Jack admit to having been manipulated by this woman, or did they already realize her game and played along for the sexual rewards?

"Uhhhhh!"

Camey jiggled on the rope. When the dildo was all the way in Camey felt a strange kind of suction surrounding her outer cunt lips. She realized a plastic suction cup at the base of the dildo had attached itself, preventing air from touching her pussy.

"Now, babe, you're gonna go to the moon," Rick said. Slowly he started squeezing the dangling rubber bulb.

"Eeeeaaaghhh!" Camey screamed as the icy water splashed all around her hot cunt. It washed her down, making the girl writhe in agony as her hot, slick folds of her pussy were stretched by that rubber dick. Twice the girl tried to spread her thighs apart to ease the stretching, tearing sensation. But the ropes kept her from doing that. Agony shot through every fiber of her body while she screamed like a wounded animal.

"Yeah, yeah," Rick whispered, sweat beading on his forehead. All three of them stared at the young blonde as she writhed on the ropes, bouncing up and down, frantically trying to get away from the cold as more water entered her cunt.

"Oh, God, please, please stop it! You're killing me, killing meee!"

She snapped her head back, her long blonde hair sweeping between her shoulders. The cords of her neck stood out while her face flushed red, then drained white of blood.

"Take it out," Karen snapped. She saw Camey's eyeballs roll up into her head. In another second the girl would have passed out from the pain and shock.

Obediently Rick twisted the dildo around, unscrewing the odd-looking dick from her pussy. With a rushing, whooshing sound all the water spilled from her cunt and splashed onto the floor.

"Uhhhohhhhh," Camey sighed, her muscles relaxing. She felt her cuntal walls shrinking back to their normal position. Opening her eyes the girl shot a glance of hatred at the two men and Karen. It was what they wanted tore.

"See if she likes it in the asshole," Karen snapped.

"No, no, not there, not him!" she screamed, her eyes darting in Jack's direction. She knew he enjoyed fucking in the ass, enjoyed tormenting a woman by driving his dick up her shitter and leaving her cunt alone while pile-driving his cock between a hot pair of asscheeks. Now with that vile weapon in his hand God only knew what he was going to do.

"In ya go," Jack said, moving around the hanging girl.

"No, no, oh, God nooo!" Camey cried, twisting her head around as best she could and peering down at the leering dark-haired athlete. He was smoothing his palms over her asscheeks, feeling the fine hairs covering those white globes.

Camey tried moving her legs away from, him, twisting her body away from his probing fingers.

But it was futile. She felt his fingers pushing apart her tight wrinkled shitter lips. She shrieked, snapping her body from side to side. The device was moving in, forcing her bowels to form a tunnel. Camey's eyes bulged as she wailed louder.

"She's got a nice tight asshole, even though I fucked the shit outta it," Jack said.

Suddenly he stiffened, looking at Karen who pretended to ignore his remark. He felt his heart sink a little, knowing full well the woman didn't like to be countered in any order. She didn't like her victims "tried out" before she got her hands on them.

"Ahhhrhhh!" Camey screamed, wriggling even more frantically.

She twisted on the rope, the line cutting into her wrists cruelly. The girl sobbed, pleading for him to stop fucking her ass with that dildo. Then came the rush of cold water. It was as if all her insides had buckled against her shrinking bowels. Camey thought she was going to faint from the odd sensation. It was as if she were trying to take a shit and couldn't.

"You've enjoyed yourself enough," Karen said.

"Yeah, yeah," Jack answered, not wanting to counter the girl. Thoughts that he'd be cut out of this operation and the fun that went along with it entered his mind. Nothing was worth losing all that bread.

"Ohhhhh, no, no, nooooo," Camey cried, burying her face in her arms. Once again she sagged on the ropes, her toes nearly touching the cement floor.

Jack had pulled the enema out of her shitter, laughing as the water trickled from her asshole and wet down her thighs. Camey shuddered. Hadn't they tortured her enough? Hadn't they degraded her so completely that she wouldn't be able to look at herself in the mirror for months?

"Easy, boy, easy," Karen said, holding the dog down. The older woman's German shepherd had been prancing around the basement, barking loudly while Camey dangled and kicked and jerked in her bound position. "Take her down. Sport wants to play again," Karen ordered.

"Let's really make it rough for her," Rick suggested, leaning over and whispering into the woman's ear.

Karen's face lit up as she nodded in approval.

"You're not going to forget this so easily, honey," she said as Jack loosened the rope and slowly let the blonde teen down. "Don't untie her wrists," Karen said, eyeing Jack angrily once again. "Take her back over to the desk."

Camey moaned loudly as Rick and Jack pushed her over the floor toward that piece of furniture. Were they going to fuck her again? She screamed as her knees banged hard against the front of the desk. Rick gabbed her around the waist and hauled her up, throwing her like a sack of potatoes onto the top of the desk. Before she had a chance to think Jack had taken over up front, pulling her forward while Rick pulled more lengths of rope from the valise Karen had brought down earlier.

"Oh, God, not more!" Camey whispered to herself as she saw the handsome blond athlete come at her. It was hard to resign, herself to more bondage, more torture, more humiliation. He grabbed her bound wrists, tugging them forward then wrapping a long piece of line around them.

"This'll hold you," he muttered, looping the rope around one leg of the heavy desk and securing it with a knot.

Camey peered down at the floor, then moved her eyes to the left only to see the German shepherd she'd heard Karen call Sport standing quietly by Rick's side. His long pink tongue hung from one corner of his mouth while his eyes glistened with excitement. She could hear the dog's panting, and unconsciously matched her breathing with his.

Rick moved behind her and untied the rope that had secured her ankles together.

"Ohhhhh," Camey moaned with relief, wishing she could reach back and rub the sore, chafed area. Tears sprang to her eyes. Lord, how much more was she expected to go through before her ordeal would be over?

"There ya go," Rick said, looping one rope a little higher on her leg than the first had been, securing it to a desk drawer handle. He performed the same operation on her other leg, thus making sure the girl's ass rode high in the air while her thighs were widely spread apart.

"Let's give Sport a little incentive," Karen said, whispering once more to the blond weightlifter.

Rick laughed, then turned and ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. Karen folded her arms and strolled easily in front of the panting, embarrassed young teenager.

"Let me go," Camey begged. It was useless, but it was all she could think of to say. She had to say something. She just couldn't squat here and be silent!

"In time," the woman replied, still smiling that icy smile that chilled Camey to the bone. "I just want to make sure you don't forget us."

Camey stared the woman in the eyes. Yes, she would have made a perfect concentration camp commandant.

"Got it!" Rick shouted from the top of the stairs, running down so quickly he stumbled twice. Camey saw him holding a small can in one hand as he moved around behind her. She picked up a meaty kind of odor, and only when he was smearing something on her pussy lips did she realize it was dog food!

"Stop! Stopit!" she screamed, tugging at her bound wrists so hard the rope began slicing away the skin. Camey wanted to throw up. This was awful, vile, sickening! Why did they have to do something like this? Wouldn't the animal be excited enough? If she had to submit to the dog once again, did she have to do it this way?

"Yeah, nice little pussy, all smeared up with this shit," Rick said, making a face after greasing down the screaming young woman's cunt. Bits of the red meat clung to Camey's cuntal hairs as she jerked and twitched on top of the desk.

Sport was whining, stretching his head up and trying to lick Camey's face. When she saw what he was trying to do the girl screamed down at him, wishing she could tear one arm free just for a second to hit the animal hard across the head.

"Come on, boy, come on," Karen said, clapping her hands briskly behind Camey.

The animal didn't need much coaxing. He'd been trained well enough. With a loud bark lie trotted around to the rear, sniffed the air, then leaped onto the desk. Camey wailed with despair as she felt the dog's hot breath against her asscheeks one more time.