"Damn!" Jack muttered, again failing to impale the girl in the ass with his cock.

"Come on, let's see how much she wants to move her ass around with this," Rick said.

Camey didn't know what he was talking about. But at least that terrible cock was gone for a while. She felt arms lifting her off the floor and onto that rickety old desk. Through one of the small, cracked basement windows Camey heard a dog barking in the distance, sad reminder of a normal, peaceful life outside these walls. She almost cried when she thought of it, then fought back the tears. Surely this would end soon. God couldn't punish her this severely for nothing, for surely she hadn't done anything to deserve this kind of treatment.

"Get those knees under your tits," Rick growled, shoving her forward on the desk.

"What are you going to do?" Camey stammered nervously.

"Do what I tell you to," he answered roughly.

Camey shook with absolute terror. She didn't dare look back at the young men. She tried closing her eyes, but nervous fear made her open them again. Camey stared forward, concentrating on several cracks in the concrete block basement wall. She thought she heard the sound of something hard being scraped against the edge of the desk. It was a rhythmic sliding sound, reminding her of the regular slurping sound Brad's cock made when it pistoned in and out of her sucking pussy. Even now the thought of what had gone on between them excited her. She let out a little moan and felt a rush of cunt juice trickle from her pussy.

"Get that ass up higher, bitch!" Rick barked.

Camey wanted to sink out of sight. But at least Jack wasn't behind her, threatening her with that fat cock of his!

There was some muted laughter behind her, followed by silence. Then she heard Rick move up against the table. Slowly the girl brought her knees back up, raising her asscheeks high in the air. The wet sticky line of her pussy-crack was exposed now. Camey shut her eyes in shame.