"No, NO!" she cried.

But the fight was going out of her. She'd been weakened by her own hot sexuality and by the increasing tightness of the leather choker. Rick reached down and grabbed both of her hands, pulling them so hard behind her back she thought her arms were going to pop from her shoulders. The rough edge of the wooden desk bit into her thigh flesh. Tiny splinters knifed into her skin. Camey drew in air more slowly, trying to calm herself down. It was easier to breathe that way with that tight leather collar on. Mustn't panic, the blonde teen told herself over and over again as Rick started to bind her wrists together with leather straps. He was wrapping the bonds fast and furiously around her arms. She could hear his irregular breathing as he hogtied her.

"Not bad, man, better 'n the last one," Jack muttered approvingly.

"Practice, brother, practice," Rick commented. Only when the bonds were secure did the young man reach up and loosen the leather collar and let her breathe. He rolled her over onto her back and saw that look of fear and confusion that always excited the hell out of him. Camey could tell he was hot, ready to fuck her right there on the spot.

"What are you doing to me? Oh, this is sick! Please don't do this!" she cried, knowing full well her words only excited them further.

"Yeah, go on, scream down the fuckin' walls, bitch. It ain't gonna help you," Rick said between clenched teeth.

He pitched himself forward, hugging her tightly, pinching her soft white flesh while hunching his dick up against the wet crotch panel of her bikini bottoms. Camey groaned as he rubbed her bare flesh against the rough-edged desk. Splinters were tearing at her asscheeks while his fingers caused her a good deal of discomfort. She screamed at him to stop, then jerked her head back and spat violently into his face.