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].
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."