"No, no, please," she said in a tiny voice.

It was just what Rick needed to send him over the brink. Camey watched as the big, paw-like hand arced down toward her. The report of the slap and the following backhanded blow echoed through the basement. Camey screamed, her head snapping back and hitting the concrete wall behind her. She shook her head, holding it in both hands while tucking her legs under her ass.

She whimpered. The odor coming from Rick's hot crotch was the same as Brad's flow that smell triggered a riot of sexual sensations in her! She knew he would brutalize her without conscience, that he would fuck her, make her suck his cock without feeling any kind of guilt. That thought terrified her and, at the same time, she was aware of the definite sexual thrill intensified by the gnawing fear she felt.

Rick let her cry for a moment. But the excitement in the basement built quickly.

"Eat it, bitch. Eat it the way you fucked Brad. Man, you're so fuckin' hot you're gonna gobble this mother down," he said, working his fingers up and down over the thickly veined cock shaft.

Camey stared at the long thin dick waving in front of her face. He was inching closer to her. Her eyes crossed as she tried to back away from that cock. The smell of sweat grew more intense.

Sobbing, Camey pressed her back against the wall, her fingers clenched into two tight fists and shoved against her thighs. Pieces of chipped concrete dug into her asscheeks. The girl was dizzy with fright.

Rick was enjoying every second of this, probably enjoying Camey's terror as much as he'd enjoy the sensation of her hot, wet mouth caressing his prick. The girl felt her sweat trickle from her armpits and crotch.

"Open that pretty little mouth," he whispered tightly.

"Hey, man, when you get through I wanna fuck 'er in the ass," Jack said.

He'd moved closer and to one side, working his fingers over his glistening dickhead. Camey shot a glance in his direction, then moved her eyes back to Rick's threatening cock.