Matt pressed her against the car now, her ass flat against the cold steel. She could feel the door handle working against her ass-cheeks as the big stud reached around and opened his side of the car.

"You're not gonna fuck around and mess things up for me and the others," he panted, hefting her into the passenger side of the car, his fingers slipping once down between her thighs and pressing against her cunt-mound.

At that point Kathy felt an electric charge seeping from her clit and making the rest of her pussy muscles spasm. She felt her ass sinking deeply into the seat as she raised her hands to pull from the steering wheel, grabbing her by the wrists and jerking her forward violently until her forehead slammed against the dashboard.

"Uhhhhh!"

"Nothing here, baby. No yappin' from you, nothin'," he grunted.

The tape came out again. Kathy cringed as she heard the loud tearing sound and felt the adhesive press against her wrists behind her back. He was binding her completely, wrapping the tape around her wrists, then binding her ankles together with the sticky stuff.

Soon the girl lay against the door, blinking the tears from her eyes, watching the countryside pass by as Matt started the car and rolled quietly away from the camp site. The girl twisted in her bonds, feeling terribly naked and ashamed sitting nude next to this man. He had seen her twisting around like a little whore right there in the bathroom, rubbing her cunt with her fingers, fucking herself and coming so very, very hard. And he had stood nearly behind her, watching, laughing, then finally revealing himself to her.

She saw the pine trees ahead, popping up under the crossed beams of the headlights then disappearing just as quickly. From the direction he was heading in, Kathy guessed they were going back to the cabins where she and Marie had initially set off. Images of the camp counselor flashed in her mind – the woman bound, beaten, fucked!