"Now you'll see what the fuck's been happenin' here! You were so fuckin' curious before. Now you'll find out first-hand, baby."

Kathy could have, died from the humiliation coursing through her veins. He was kicking her, wiping his feet over her naked ass-cheeks, then moving back to her face where he dropped one heel heavily against the back of her skull. She bit down hard on the spit-soaked gag as he back kicked her with his boot heel.

Just when she thought he might knock her senseless, she felt him pulling the tape from her ankles. The adhesive ripped at her skin, making her yowl through the gag. But at least, thank God, the bond was off. She moved her legs apart, feeling her knees sinking into the cool grass under her naked body. Just then Matt stepped between her spread thighs, driving his boot up into her cunt-crack.

Kathy cried out, snapping forward and wiggling over the pound like a snake. She felt the cold leather pressing against her cunt-lips, then forcing its way into her fuck-hole until she squawked again. The shocking sensation sent vibrations blasting through her young body, making the teen continue to crawl through the grass in hopes of escaping Matt.

"You're not goin' anywhere."

Again and again Matt followed her, driving the toe of his boat up into her wet trembling crack, rubbing the cracked leather up into her pussy and up against her clit. It was getting so difficult for the girl to fight against him. Sweat broke out on her forehead and trickled out from under her arms as she struggled forward, her tits flattening out between her wriggling body and the ground.

She gasped through the gag, her head swimming from the lack of oxygen. She wanted to rest, to find some place where she could regain her breath. But each time Kathy stopped moving, Matt drove his boot up into her cunt-crack, shoving the leather tip in so hard she had to squirm forward. When she found herself scraping over a tree root Kathy stopped, half hysterical, chomping on the gag and refusing to go any farther.