Camey curled up and hunched away from the whining dog. He was trying to rub his doggie cock against her leg. Camey felt something incredibly hot and slick touching her flesh, and she cried out. No, no, she wasn't going to let him fuck her. No, that was going too far!

"Guughhhh!"

She handed Jack a short piece of rope, which he tied tightly to Camey's ankles. The girl cried out, feeling the blood stop flowing to her feet.

"A little less tight," Karen said, observing the girl's violent reaction.

Jack muttered, adjusted the half-inch line, and secured it with a figure-eight knot. Camey cried out, moving her legs back and forth slightly, feeling the rough surface of the rope chafing her tender flesh.

"Her hands?" Jack asked, holding another short piece of line in the air.

"Leave them. I enjoy watching them trying to free themselves," Karen said, her cheeks glowing with excitement. She looked like a girl getting ready for her first big dance.

"Put it over the beam. It'll hold her," Karen said, rolling her eyes up and staring at a long ceiling beam directly above the young woman.

Jack took one end of another rope and secured it to the line holding Camey's ankles together. After satisfying himself the job was done well he threw the rope over the beam, pulling it taut. Jack helped him, grabbing the free end of the rope and yanking it down with all his strength.

Camey cried out, feeling the rope around her ankles tighten as the line attached to it and the beam grew straight. She felt her body slide a few inches along the cold floor while her legs gradually angled up toward the ceiling. The tension increased in her muscles and tendons.

"No, don't, oh, God no!"

Camey kept screaming at them. Once or twice she shot out both hands and tried desperately to stop herself. She clawed at the slick surface of the basement floor, only to bring about the laughter of her captors.