Camp Clear Lake; Hell Camp, 01 (by Vulgus)

Chapter 1


School was finally out for the summer and I should have been looking forward to a long vacation. Instead, I had allowed a good friend to talk me into going away with her to spend the majority of my summer vacation as a camp counselor at a camp for inner city k**s.

It isn't that I don't think it's a worthwhile cause. I do. I totally support the concept of getting those k**s out of the city and out of a dangerous environment. And since I work as a substitute teacher I am accustomed to working with k**s, though I'll admit to being a little nervous about dealing with inner city k**s. My life experience, such as it is at my young age, has been gained in middleclass suburbs. I have no experience with the edgier k**s that I knew I would have to interact with at the camp.

My husband wasn't all that excited about me going away for six weeks either. We haven't been married very long, just over a year. In many ways the honeymoon was still in progress.

But Joni had done it last year and was going back this year. She had been after me since she returned from the camp last year to go with her this year. Sometimes she seemed almost too desperate to get me up there. It took her many months because I didn't really want to do this. But she finally wore me down and I reluctantly applied for the vacant position, with my husband's equally reluctant support.

I was all packed and ready to go on Saturday morning. Joni was driving us to the camp up in the mountains in her car. It was a three hour drive so I thought it would give me a chance to pick her brain some more. I was still nervous about the k**s that were going to be in the camp and how best to relate to them. I was used to teaching classes of reasonably well behaved young white c***dren in grades one through six. I really didn't know how to relate to the k**s I had agreed to work with at the camp.

The camp was separated into sections that were s**ttered throughout a large wooded area around a private lake. There was a section for boys aged s*******n and eighteen. There was a section for younger boys, between the ages of ten and thirteen. I would be working exclusively with black k**s between the ages of f******n and sixteen.

When I sent in my application I had my fingers crossed that they would tell me they couldn't use me. I didn't think that I was qualified for the job for several reasons. I had no experience with inner city k**s. But more to the point, I had only been to a summer camp once in my life. I had been shipped off to camp by my parents when I was twelve so that they could take a second honeymoon cruise. Fortunately it was only for two weeks. I was not, as they say, a happy camper.

I learned to paddle a canoe, make a wallet and a trivet. You may find this hard to believe, but none of those skills have turned out to be especially useful in my adult life.

I soon learned that there are a lot of bugs and small a****ls in the woods that are very annoying and sometimes downright dangerous. I also learned that I did not have what it takes to be a pioneer. I would not have done well crossing the prairie in a covered wagon. I probably wouldn't have done much better in a station wagon.

Joni picked me up early Saturday morning. I wasn't taking much with me. I had some hiking boots and shower shoes. I was taking a half dozen pairs of khaki shorts and a few pairs of khaki slacks in case it got cool. I had half a dozen t-shirts emblazoned with the camp's name, Camp Clear Lake, on the front and counselor on the back. That was the uniform. I packed enough underwear for a week and my toiletries. It all fit easily into one medium sized suitcase.

Gregg, my loving but not very happy husband, was up and waiting with me. We had spent a long time last night saying our real goodbyes. But we had a small breakfast together in the morning and he tried to act like he didn't mind that I was leaving him alone for six weeks.

Joni pulled into the driveway at the appointed time and Gregg carried my suitcase out for me. He put it in the trunk and tried to be friendly to Joni when he said good morning. He blamed her for talking me into going with her. But, of course, he was justified. It had taken her a long time to wear down my resistance and convince me that this was something that I should do as a good citizen and a teacher with a social conscience.

At times she had seemed almost desperate to talk me into doing this with her. I wasn't sure why. We were friends, good friends. But we were not best friends.

We were about the same age. She was two years younger than me.

We met because we were both employed as substitute teachers. She had been trying for two years to get employed full time. But a little over a year ago she had started dating and then gotten engaged to one of the most eligible and richest young bachelors in town. Now she was happily married and a new member of the idle rich. She was so recently married that I couldn't believe she was going back to the camp again this year.

I was happy working as a substitute teacher, at least for now. We weren't rich like Joni and her new husband. But Gregg was a well paid computer professional. We didn't need the money so much as I needed to get out of the house now and then. I made enough money working as a substitute to pay for a nice vacation now and then or to surprise my husband with some electronics gadget that he had his eye on.

The ride up to the camp was strange. I kept trying to draw Joni out on what the experience would be like. But it seemed like she became quieter and more uncomfortable the closer we got to the camp.

Her strange reaction wasn't doing anything to reassure me.

We arrived just before eleven o'clock. I was surprised when it looked as nice as the pictures in the brochure that they had sent me. The buildings were built to look like log cabins. The paths between the buildings were neat and well maintained. Looking between the buildings I could see the nearby lake just down a gentle slope from the camp buildings. The camp had an insulated and intimate atmosphere about it that I kind of liked.

The water was clear and the lake looked much larger than I expected. The other two sections of the camp were farther down the lake. No other buildings were visible. It was nice and private in our little camp.

The k**s weren't scheduled to arrive until mid-afternoon. We were to receive an orientation and our cabin assignments and have a little time to look around before the k**s arrived.

We checked in at the office. I was relieved that Joni and I would be sharing a cabin. We were given time to put our things away and asked by Rodney, the attractive young black man behind the counter in the admin office to return in thirty minutes for a short orientation.

The camp, or at least our section of it, was not very large. It consisted of two one-story barracks like buildings, each meant to hold a dozen k**s. The entrance was at the end of the building. Inside there were six bunks on each side, each with its own locker, and at the end of the long, narrow room was the bathroom containing four sinks, the communal shower, a half dozen urinals and four toilet stalls.

At the far end of each of the two dormitory buildings were partitioned off counselor cabins with private entrances on the opposite end of the building. There was a small administration building in the center of the small cluster of buildings with a cabin on the back where Rodney was staying. Next to that was the largest building, a mess hall which doubled as an activity center and movie theater. There was one other small building behind the admin building where the man in charge of this section of the camp stayed. All of the buildings were rustic and looked like they belonged here in the woods on the shore of the lake.

We carried our suitcases to our cabin and unpacked quickly. We were already dressed in our uniforms so we were unpacked and ready in only about ten minutes.

I was surprised to see that instead of cots, our modest cabin contained two comfortable looking full size beds, one on either side of the room. Each of us had a locker against the rear wall near our bed. We shared a small bathroom with a single shower stall. It wasn't nearly as primitive as I had feared. We even had a small, apartment sized refrigerator. I suppose I could stand it for six weeks.

The thing that troubled me most was that Joni seemed more on edge with each passing minute. I asked her several times what was wrong. She just shook her head and said, "It will be okay," in a voice that made it plain she didn't believe what she was saying.

Something about what she said, and the way she said it, not only didn't reassure me, but had the opposite effect of increasing my own sense of uneasiness.

We went to the mess hall to meet the other counselors and Mr. Moore, who was in charge of our section. I had mixed emotions when we walked into the room. I stopped and looked around just inside the door of the mess hall. There were several people working on the other side of what would be the serving line when meals were being served. They were all male and they were all black.

There were four other people in the room. I spotted Mr. Moore. I had talked to him on the phone after I sent in my application. He looked exactly the way I had pictured him. He was about forty-**************, large and muscular and quite good looking.

Mr. Moore smiled when we entered and invited us to join them. He introduced us to the others in the room. Everyone greeted Joni warmly. They remembered her from last year. They seemed very nice, very warm and friendly. So I was surprised at how distant Joni was acting towards them.

We met Rodney again, the young man from the office who had assigned us our cabin. He was probably only twenty-two or twenty ***************, five years younger than me. I had recently turned twenty-eight. He was tall and good looking, but the way his eyes seemed to constantly scan my body made me uncomfortable.

I was introduced to the other two counselors, Todd and Paul. Both were in their mid thirties and apparently quite fit. All four men exuded confidence and seemed up to the challenge that we were about to face. I was relieved that there were such capable looking men on the staff. They were experienced, too. I learned that Mr. Moore was one of the camp's founders and both of the counselors had been spending their summers here for more than ten years. I must confess, though, that it made me feel just a bit ill at ease that Joni and I were the only females on the staff, and the only white people. Rodney and I were the only new people in the group.

Joni's reaction to the warm reception she received seemed strained. I really didn't understand. She had seemed so anxious to come back here and so insistent that I come with her. She had spent most of the last year trying to convince me that I would have a wonderful time and raving about what a wonderful experience it would be.

Because I was the only new counselor this year there wasn't much of an orientation and it was all pretty informal. They gave me an idea of what to expect and what an average day here would be like and what would be expected of me. I don't know what was wrong with Joni. I thought everyone seemed very nice.

After a little less than an hour the kitchen staff served us a light lunch of egg salad sandwiches and iced tea. I got to meet the cook and his two helpers. We ate and talked about ourselves, the camp, and the k**s. I was almost sorry when lunch ended and I had to follow Mr. Moore back to the office to sign some papers.

He escorted me back to his office with his arm around my shoulders. I'm not a touchy-feely kind of person and that would normally have made me uncomfortable. But he was so natural and friendly that I didn't think much about it. We went into his small office and he asked me to sign half a dozen forms. I didn't pay that much attention. He explained that I was signing an employment contract, some forms regarding my token paycheck and some releases.

I wasn't that curious. They don't pay well here and I hadn't come for the money. I just signed wherever he pointed. Then he suggested that I track down Joni and ask her to show me the facilities before the k**s showed up.

I thanked him and went back to the mess hall. No one was there so I went to our cabin. Joni wasn't there either. I was just about to go looking around on my own when she came in.

She looked at me and her face turned dark red. She looked down and whispered, "Excuse me. I need to use the bathroom."

She looked pretty disheveled. Her hair was mussed and her face was red. Her t-shirt was rucked up in the back. She looked like she had been wrestling!

She hurried past me and into the bathroom. For just a moment after she rushed past I could have sworn that I smelled the bleachy tang of fresh male semen. But the smell dissipated before I could decide that I wasn't imagining it.

I sat on my bed and listened to Joni going to the toilet and washing up. She looked more normal when she finally came back out. She still seemed to be embarrassed. I wanted to ask her what the hell was going on. But she had been very secretive since she picked me up this morning. I decided that if she was having a problem and wanted to talk about it then it was up to her to make the next move. I have been trying all morning to get her to talk about this place.

And then I went right ahead and tried to find out what was wrong anyway! I asked, "Are you alright? Where were you? I was looking for you. Mr. Moore said that you would show me around before the k**s arrived."

Joni turned an even darker shade of red. She couldn't seem to look me in the eyes. She mumbled something I didn't quite catch and then she took a deep breath and said, "Sure, Lara. Come on. I'll show you around."

Joni was starting to worry me. I was starting to feel like one of those dumb broads in all of those slasher movies. Crap was happening all around me and I didn't have a clue. Oh well. At least I wasn't wearing high heels.

We walked down to the lake. It was only about seventy-five yards away. A T-shaped dock jutted out into the water. As the name of the camp implied, the water was crystal clear and looked very inviting.

Right beside the dock was a surprisingly large boathouse. It was full of canoes. There were also a few kayaks. I had always thought that kayaks looked like a lot of fun and I was looking forward to trying one of those out myself.

On the other side of the dock was a small, sandy swimming beach. A raft was anchored about seventy-five feet out in the lake. The swimming area was roped off to protect the k**s from boating traffic and keep them close to shore.

The only other sights to see were the well manicured baseball diamond, a basketball court, and the site where they held their bonfires at night. A large fire pit was surrounded by well worn logs where the k**s could sit and enjoy the fire and, I suppose, listen to stories.

By the time the bus full of excited boys pulled up in the parking lot at two-thirty I had seen it all and we had returned to our cabin to await the screaming hordes. The bus pulled in, blowing its horn as it came to a stop to let us know that they had arrived. It started to disgorge its passengers and the entire staff hurried out to greet them.

I found myself getting nervous all over again as I watched those boys climbing off the bus. They all looked so big and so ... I don't know ... I don't want to say scary. Picture in your mind an iconic inner city juvenile delinquent about *****************. That was them! And there were twenty-four of them.

As I looked at all of those boys swarming off the bus, almost all of them towering over Joni and me, I felt overwhelmed. It was no longer an abstract concept. There they were. And once they spotted us they had eyes for nothing else. I felt like that poor goat that had been staked out to attract the tyrannosaur in Jurassic Park.

I couldn't help wondering as they got out of the bus if they had been searched for weapons. But then I immediately felt guilty. I forced myself to smile and try to act friendly. I didn't want them to see how nervous I was.

It was quickly obvious that most of these boys had been here before, here or the other section of the camp that was set aside for the younger boys. They greeted the rest of the staff warmly. Joni and I were standing back a little and as the k**s filed by to line up in front of the admin building their expressions seemed to change. Suddenly they were leering and looking at us, especially me, appraisingly. It made me very uncomfortable.

As they went by us a lot of them greeted Joni like old friends. They didn't actually say anything untoward. But the way they greeted her, something about their voices was so ... suggestive! They smiled at her, or actually I should say they leered at her as they went by. Many of them winked and I could have sworn that she stood stock still and let a couple of them pat her on the ass!

But I couldn't believe that I was actually seeing that. It must have been my overactive imagination. She was facing me and I couldn't actually see her ass. It just looked that way I'm sure. She would never have stood still for that.

Once the two dozen boys were lined up in two lines in front of the admin building, Mr. Moore got their attention and greeted them warmly. He went over some of the rules for the new k**s. Most of his warnings pertained to swimming and using the canoes without proper supervision. Then he called me up front and introduced me.

I went, but I was acutely aware of the way those k**s were looking at me and it made me very uncomfortable. I felt like I was standing there naked!

Mr. Moore finally let me return to where I had been standing with Joni in the back. He called off their names to make sure everyone was present. When each boy responded he gave them their dorm assignments. We were then tasked with leading our groups to their dorms and making sure they got settled in.

As luck would have it, our group consisted of the older and more intimidating group of boys while the more mature and self assured male counselors headed off with the younger boys.

I whispered in Joni's ear, "Isn't this backwards?! Shouldn't they have the older k**s?"

Joni just stared at the ground and shrugged. But after a moment she said quietly, "It doesn't matter."

There was something about the words she chose to use and the way she spoke that struck me as very ominous.

I think that at that moment, if I had come here in my own car, I would have packed up and left. Nothing had been said or done overtly that I could point to and say "I have a problem with this." But there were some things that were not quite right here, not the least of which was Joni's attitude. She acted like she was expecting a beating!

And those k**s! The way they looked at me! I felt like I was being dangled over a lion's den on a slowly unraveling rope.

Worse yet, the way they had greeted Joni when they got off the bus. I didn't know what had gotten into Joni. But I was growing increasingly uncomfortable because despite how nice the men were, something just wasn't right here.

After reading out all of the dorm assignments and making sure that all the boys that were supposed to be here were present, Mr. Moore released the k**s and they ran back to the parking lot to grab their bags. We followed behind. After everyone had their belongings we led our group of twelve, our group was called the badgers, to the dorm for which we were responsible.

Todd and Paul, the two male counselors, led their group, the hawks, to the other dorm.

We went into the dorm with the boys to make sure everyone got settled and there were no problems. I thought that we seemed to be wasting our time. The boys didn't need us, especially these older boys. I leaned against the wall just inside the door and watched as the boys selected a bunk and unpacked. But I was uncomfortable. I felt like I was intruding.

As they put their belongings in their lockers and made their beds I listened to their excited conversations. But to be honest, I don't think I understood a quarter of what they were saying. I knew they were speaking English. But they used so much slang that I didn't understand much of anything they said. I did notice that they used an awful lot of profanity but I tried to ignore it.

Joni wasn't reacting to their obscene language either. It didn't even look like she heard them. She stood on the other side of the doorway, leaning against the wall and staring off into space. I thought for a moment that it looked like she was going to cry!

I tried to ignore the foul language, for the moment. But I resolved to do something about it soon. I wasn't going to tolerate those disgusting vulgarities on a regular basis.

After the boys were settled in we escorted them to the mess hall. It was time for the evening meal, after which they would receive another brief orientation, mainly for the benefit of the k**s who were here for the first time.

After the orientation the boys were allowed to either go to their dorm and relax or stay in the mess hall and watch a movie on the big screen television. Joni and I were free after dinner unless one of the boys came to us with a problem.

We went to our cabin and sat on our beds. We could hear the boys in their dorm on the other side of the thin partition. They still sounded very excited to be here. I must confess, I had no idea why. It didn't seem to me like there was much to do here once you have been out in the canoe for a little while.

I tried once more to get Joni to open up. She seemed to be getting more depressed by the hour. But she absolutely refused to talk about it. She kept looking at her watch, though. I finally asked her, jokingly, if she had a date. She sighed loudly and answered, "Sort of."

Ten minutes later she got up and went to the little refrigerator in the corner. She got out a soft drink and poured it into two cups. She came over and handed me one. She explained, "I can't drink a whole one."

I wasn't really in the mood for a soft drink. But I didn't feel like making a fuss about it. I sipped it slowly while she drank hers. When hers was empty she came back over and waited for me to drink up so that she could take the cup.

I gulped it down and held it out to her. She took the cup, but when she took it from me her fingertips lingered on my hand for a second and in a voice full of despair she quietly said, "I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice."

I looked at her face and she had tears in her eyes. I sat up and asked, "Joni! What the hell is wrong?!"

She threw the paper cups away and turned back to me. By the time she had turned around I was starting to feel dizzy. That's the last thing I remember until sometime around three o'clock in the morning.

When I finally came to my senses I had the worst headache that I had ever had in my life. I heard a noise and slowly opened my eyes. I gently turned my head to find the source of the strange noise.

I couldn't believe my eyes! Joni was on her hands and knees in her bed. She was sucking Todd's cock while Paul fucked her violently from behind!

I gasped loudly but they ignored me. Unfortunately, they were not the only people in the room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. I looked over toward our desk near the door and saw Mr. Moore coming towards me. He was smiling from ear to ear.

He said, "Welcome back, Lara. Did you have a nice nap?"

I was shocked when I saw that he was stark naked! I started to sit up and when I did I was overwhelmed with information being fed to my brain from all over my body. I discovered that my body was incredibly sore, especially my breasts, my vagina and my anus. I also realized for the first time that I, too, was naked!

Mr. Moore held out his hands. In one he held a couple of pills and in the other a glass of water.

I didn't take them at first. I knew that I had been d**gged. But he chuckled and said, "It's okay, my dear. They're just Tylenol. They'll help you with that terrible headache and anything else that might be bothering you. You've had a hard time of it over the last five or six hours."

I quickly pulled my blanket up to cover my nudity and held it up around my neck. Mr. Moore chuckled again and said, "I'm afraid it's a little late for modesty now, dear."

He pressed the pills into my hand. I examined them closely. I verified that they were Tylenol. I took the water from him and sniffed it. It smelled like water. I popped the pills in my mouth and washed them down with the water. It hurt to swallow and I was suddenly conscious of a horrible taste in my mouth.

Mr. Moore waited for me to take the Tylenol. Then he said, "You don't have to worry about being d**gged again, Lara. It won't be necessary."

I had a thousand questions. But I didn't want the answers. I just wanted out of here. I could hear the two men still violating Joni in her bed as if they were the only three people in the cabin. But I couldn't bring myself to look over there. I finally forced myself to ask, "What the hell is going on here?!"

My voice was raspy and I didn't sound nearly as indignant as I felt.

As soon as I tried to speak I realized how terribly sore my throat was. While I had been u*********s they must have forced something down my throat. I had an ugly suspicion that I knew what that something might be. I had been ****d. I had been ****d repeatedly! Every one of my body's three major orifices was in a lot of pain. But more than anything else I couldn't understand Joni. It could only have been my friend Joni that had d**gged me!

The two men finally finished having sex with Joni and sat down on either end of her bed. She curled up into a fetal ball between them and cried quietly. I had turned to watch when they finished. I couldn't help myself. Paul, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, reached out with one large black hand and worked it in between Joni's thighs. I could see that he was playing idly with her freshly fucked pussy.

She moaned, but she didn't resist. It didn't make sense. She was obviously not doing these things of her own free will. But why would she d**g me so that they could **** me?!

I finally looked back at Mr. Moore and demanded once more that he tell me what was going on.

He laughed and said, "You're an intelligent young woman, Lara. Haven't you figured it out yet? You have been thoroughly fucked since early this evening. First you put on a sexy little show for us with Joni. She tells me that you have a real talent for eating pussy, by the way. Then all of us took a turn fucking your throat and breaking you in. We rested for a few minutes and then we fucked your cunt. I love that tight pussy of yours, we all do. But that cherry ass was a real treat. I fucked you. Rod fucked you. Todd and Paul fucked you. We let a couple of the younger boys fuck you. They were both virgins. It was a real treat for them. Then we all fucked you again."

"We needed a rest after that. So we invited the kitchen staff in to fuck you while we recuperated. After they left we all fucked you again. I'm afraid that Joni might be jealous. She got off pretty easy tonight. Todd and Paul were nice enough to throw her a sympathy fuck."

Mr. Moore reached down and tried to caress my cheek but I slapped his hand away. He just smiled and said, "I imagine that you are pretty upset that you missed all of the fun. Don't worry, Lara. We have it all on disk. We'll be showing it after breakfast tomorrow in the mess hall."

I was too shocked to even scream! I was so confused. Beyond the certain knowledge that I had been ****d by seven men and a couple of boys, I couldn't really understand what this was all about. I saw Todd and Paul get out of Joni's bed and stand up. Then the four of them said goodnight and left without any further explanation. Until that moment I hadn't even seen Rodney sitting in my desk chair.

They didn't even bother to dress. They walked out carrying their clothes!

I took a deep breath and struggled to my feet after they left. It was a struggle, too. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. My butt hurt so bad I was afraid that it might be torn. I glanced down at my sore crotch and almost *****ed when I saw the massive amount of male ejaculate that had accumulated in my pubic hair and on my thighs.

I limped to the door, intending to lock it. But there was no lock. I pushed the door closed and made my way over to Joni's bed. She was still curled up in a ball. I reached out to touch her shoulder but she jerked away. The sudden movement must have hurt her. She groaned as if in pain. Her crying was getting louder and suddenly she cried out, "Oh god! Lara I'm so sorry!"

She was crying hysterically and trying to talk at the same time.

I had trouble understanding her when she said, "They made me do it. Just like they are going to make you do it. We don't have a choice. They have hours of nasty movies of us having sex with them. And we did everything. There is not a single nasty sex act that they didn't make us perform. And not just with them. We did those things with all of those k**s, too. For six long fucking weeks! If we don't do what they want they will destroy us. They know the names and addresses of ... everyone. They can destroy your marriage and get you fired. They have the movies they made of me when they d**gged me last year already in envelopes, all ready to mail to every person in my life."

I stared at her in shock. As if she had not just explained I finally found the words to ask, "How could you do this to me?!"

She buried her face in her hands and said, "You'll see. Next year you'll be back here with some poor woman that you have tricked into coming. You won't have a choice."

I was aware once more of the bodily fluids running down my thighs and I was acutely aware of my nudity. I was not a person that was comfortable being naked in front of others.

I stared at her for a moment longer. Then I turned and went into our bathroom. I sat on the toilet and cried quietly. My distress grew when I heard the sounds of an incredible amount of viscous fluid draining out of me, foreign fluids, male fluids. All of them ejaculated into my body while I was being ****d by seven strange men and two young boys. I couldn't believe that all of that had been inside of me. It didn't all come from my vagina either.

I wiped myself and stood up when the flow of male fluids seemed to have stopped. I was relieved when I saw no traces of blood on the toilet paper. I flushed the toilet without looking. I didn't want to know how much of that nasty slime was floating in the bowl. I brushed my teeth for a very long time and then I took a shower as hot as I could stand it.

I dried off and wrapped my too small towel around me. I brushed my hair. Then I went back out into our cabin. I opened my locker to get out a clean pair of panties, only to discover that my locker was empty!

I turned to look at Joni. She was watching me, still crying quietly. I went to her locker but it was empty, too. I screamed wordlessly in frustration and turned to face Joni again. I tried to keep my voice level when I demanded to know where my clothes were. It was a stupid question. I knew who had taken them. But I couldn't bring myself to believe this was happening to me ... whatever the hell "this" was.

Joni finally got to her feet. She cupped her hand under her pussy, which I noticed for the first time was totally without hair. She didn't look me in the eye. She quietly said, "I'll explain after I get cleaned up."

Chapter 2

It was nearly twenty minutes before she returned to the room. In the interim I had found that it wasn't just our clothing that was missing. Our cell phones had been taken. That was kind of a waste. They didn't even get a signal out here. Joni's car keys were gone. The only things that they had left us were our toiletries, these towels that weren't large enough to adequately cover us, our shoes, and our birth control pills!

When she returned, Joni was carrying her large bottle of mouthwash. She went over to the refrigerator and made us both a drink, stirring in a generous amount of her mouthwash. She came over to my bed and handed me one of the cups. She saw the look on my face. She smiled wryly and explained, "It's rum. I learned that little trick from Debra last year. Drink it. It will help."

I took the paper cup and took a sip. I could definitely taste the rum. What Joni had just said finally sank in and I looked up suddenly. In disbelief I exclaimed, "Debra... ? Not Debra Watson?!"

Joni blushed and nodded. She took another long drink and then she said, "Yeah. She was brought here by Tina Greene. Donna Jeffers brought Tina. I don't know how far back it goes or how long it has been going on."

I knew all of those women! I was friends with them! I couldn't believe that any of them would do what Joni had just done to me! Not at first.

But then, aided, I suppose, by the rum, I calmed down and started to think about it in real world terms. Could I really be forced to trick another woman, a friend, into coming up here? Could I lead another woman into this trap knowing she would be ****d?

If it was a choice between that and having my life destroyed, losing my husband, losing my job, being ostracized from my community and my relatives, could I do this to another woman?

My marriage, my husband, meant everything to me. I like to think that I am a strong, self sufficient, honorable and moral person. But so were those women who preceded me in this hell camp.

Joni gulped down her drink and made us each another. She brought mine over to me and, indicating the foot of my bed, she asked, "May I?"

I nodded. I moved over to give her more room and she sat down beside me. We didn't speak for a few minutes. Finally she sighed and said, "We need to talk. It's worse than you think."

I shuddered at the despair in her voice. How could it possibly be worse than I think?!

I was about to find out.

There were tears flowing down Joni's cheeks again. But she was crying quietly now, not those heart rending hysterical sobs she had been experiencing earlier. I reached over and picked up a tissue from my nightstand and handed it to her. She thanked me, wiped her eyes, blew her nose and took another drink. She said once more, "I'm so sorry, Lara. I didn't pick you. They told me I had to get you up here, or else..."

I asked, "How did they know about me? I don't know any of those people."

She shook her head and said, "I don't know. Debra told me that they told her she had to get me for them. Someone in town must be giving them our names. It must be someone that knows us. We are all in the same circle of friends. I just don't know. They don't explain."

She took another drink and then wiped her eyes again. She cleared her throat and said, "In case you haven't already figured it out, we won't be allowed to wear clothing until we leave here six weeks from now."

I felt a shock run through me. No, I hadn't figured that out! I didn't know what was going on. But I didn't think it possible that they would want us parading around in the nude with twenty-four teenage boys in camp!

She was watching my face. When I looked up she was staring at me, giving my brain time to process that information and waiting for me to start listening again. When she saw that she had my attention she said, "The boys will all get to fuck us, too. Not right away. Not in the first three weeks. For the first three weeks only the adults can fuck us. But we have to give at least six of the boys oral sex every day. The trouble is, no one keeps track. You can count on spending most of the day sucking cocks, especially the first week or two. And they can touch us and humiliate us as much as they want ... and they will. They enjoy the hell out of it of course ... what boy wouldn't?!"

"Mr. Moore and Todd and Paul are in charge. I don't know about Rodney. He wasn't here last year. I suppose we have to take orders from him, too. But we have to do what anyone tells us for the next six weeks. The first few weeks are the worst. They will be hell. Those k**s are like ... like horny teenage boys with almost no limits. There will hardly be a time when you don't have boys feeling you up or demanding that we do something degrading ... or making us have sex with each other while they watch."

"Most nights we won't get to sleep alone. One or more of the seven men that ****d us tonight will come in for a while. It isn't unusual for one of them to spend the night with us. But the worst part is during the day when those boys have almost free rein. And of course it will get a lot worse in the second three weeks when they can finally fuck us."

"Lara, this is very, very important. You have to do what they say. If you don't..."

She couldn't go on for a moment. She started sobbing loudly again and said, "Oh god! If you don't..."

She couldn't even say it! I don't know what it was they did to terrify her like that. But it must have been truly horrible. She shuddered and finally just whispered, "I can't even say it. Please, Lara. Do what they say. If you don't obey them you'll regret it for the rest of your life. You can't even imagine what they can do to you if you don't obey them. Those men smile and they act friendly. But they are monsters ... all of them!"

I sat there, sipping on the strong drink she had given me. My mind was spinning. How could this be happening to me?! What would it be like tomorrow ... and the day after that ... for six long weeks! How could I possibly do this?! I couldn't. I knew that I couldn't.

Whatever the horrible fate that so terrified Joni, that fate was my only option. I couldn't possibly do the things that Joni said I would have to do starting tomorrow. I could not be a sex toy for an entire camp full of black boys and seven black men. That wasn't even a possibility!

Joni must have seen the stubborn look coming over my face. She nearly screamed, "Are you not listening to me!! You have to do what they say. If you don't they will hurt you and humiliate you and degrade you worse than you can even imagine. And when they are done you will do what they want anyway."

"They can make you beg to be ****d. We are trapped here. They are bigger than we are and they are stronger. There are more of them. You are going to do what they want. We all do. And by the time you leave here they will have hours and hours of recordings of them fucking your face and your pussy and your ass. They will have hours of you and I eating each other out. You will ... we will do everything they tell us to do. The only decision you have to make is how much pain you are willing to suffer through before you finally surrender. It's all the same to them. They would just about rather beat you than fuck you anyway. It just turns them on that much more for when they finally fuck you."

She started crying loudly again. She buried her face in her hands and through her tears she kept repeating, "We all do," like a tantric chant.

I wanted to yell at her to shut up. But she seemed more fragile than I was at the moment. Of course, she had been through this already. She knew what it was going to be like out there tomorrow. She had spent six weeks in this rustic little camp being ****d repeatedly. And she had been so intimidated, so broken, that she had allowed them to order her to come back for six more weeks of **** and humiliation!

Joni finally got up and went to her own bed. I dropped my towel. It didn't cover much anyway. I slid under the covers. Joni turned the light off and for most of what little remained of the night I stared into the dark and tried to remember what had happened to me tonight.

I hated the idea that I had been ****d. But for some reason, the idea that there were so many traumatic hours of my life that I couldn't remember at all bothered me. And besides, I couldn't bear to think about what was going to happen when the sun came up and I would have to step out of this cabin in the nude and face those boys. Trying to remember what had been done to me tonight took my mind off of what was going to happen in the morning.

I don't think I got any sleep at all. Suddenly it was seven o'clock. Joni's alarm went off and it was time to get up. Joni and I took turns taking another quick shower. We made our beds and waited around until the last possible moment to step outside.

The noise from the other side of the partition as our young charges prepared for the day was constant. Our first task of the day was to inspect the dorm before breakfast and make sure it was picked up and clean and the beds were made. I still didn't think that I could do this. I didn't think that I could make my legs take me out through our door and around to the other end of the building. I couldn't even imagine walking into that dorm with twelve young boys waiting anxiously for us to enter their room in the nude.

It isn't that Joni had not adequately conveyed the importance of doing what I had to do for the next six weeks. But although I am not a prude, I am a reasonably conservative young woman. I don't think that there is an exhibitionistic bone in my body. I'm still a little uncomfortable being naked in front of my husband!

I sat on the side of my bed and whispered to Joni, "I can't do this."

As soon as those words were out of my mouth our door opened suddenly, startling the hell out of me. Mr. Moore came swaggering in as if he owned the place. I guess, as far as we were concerned he did. He had that bright, cheerful smile on his face that seemed to be his only expression. It was obvious that he was enjoying the hell out of this.

As soon as I saw him I covered my breasts and my pubic area as much as possible with my arms. He looked at me, obviously amused. I realized that after all that I had been through last night it was silly. I had no secrets from this monster. So, although I felt incredibly self-conscious, I slowly lowered my arms to my sides.

He looked at me and then at Joni and asked, "Is there a problem, ladies? You have things to do. It's time to get started. We didn't bring you all the way up here just to fuck you all night long. You have responsibilities."

Joni shook her head to indicate that there was no problem and that she was ready. But I shook my head and said, "I don't think that I can do this!"

He just smiled and said, "Our girls always have a hard time the first day. I've learned over the years that the best way to handle that is to make it easier to go out and do what you have to do than it is to stay in your cabin."

As Mr. Moore came closer I heard Joni whisper, "Lara, please."

Before I even knew what had happened I felt a sudden burning pain explode across the tops of my breasts. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life! I opened my mouth to scream but before a sound came out I saw his arm move so fast that it was a blur and the horrible pain was repeated. I finally got my muscles to move and was able to cover my breasts.

I looked up at his face in shock and I managed to scream, "Stop it!! What in the hell are you doing?!!"

I saw in that bastard's eyes that he had really enjoyed what he had just done. He held up the riding crop that he had slashed at my breasts with and said, "I have found that this works well for modest attitude adjustments. But we have more severe treatments if the condition persists. Are you still of the opinion that you cannot do your job, Lara?"

I slowly took my hands away from my breasts and looked down, afraid of what I might see. I was surprised that there was no blood. There were two bright pink stripes forming a narrow X across the tops. One end of one of one of the stripes overlapped the areola around my right nipple and it burned like it was on fire.

I looked back up at him in shock and exclaimed, "You hit me! You hit my breasts!"

He chuckled and replied, "No, you stupid cunt. I didn't hit you. I whipped you. And those are not breasts. Those are tits. For the next six weeks you don't have breasts or a vagina or an anus. You have tits and a cunt and an asshole. You are just a fuck toy. That was what you were brought here for."

He glanced at his watch and said, "I guess we can be a few minutes late this morning."

He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and began to pull.

I screamed and reached for his wrist. Not so much to remove his hand, I knew I couldn't. But to keep from having my hair pulled out of my scalp by the roots. He pulled me up by my hair, ignoring my weak struggles, and pushed me to my knees at his feet. He grinned down at me and said, "Let's see if you remember what you learned about sucking a cock last night."

He opened the front of his khaki shorts and pushed his shorts and his underwear down to about mid-thigh. His large black cock was right in my face. I stared at it in shock.

I was d**gged when they ****d me last night. I didn't remember any of it. I remember that when I regained consciousness I had been in a lot of pain. I know that I had a sore throat and from that I could assume that someone had forced a cock into my throat. But there was no way I could do that while I was conscious!

His cock was slightly larger than my husband's. It may have looked even larger than it really was because it was so incredibly black and so threatening. I looked up at his happy, smiling face. He was watching me, reveling in his power over me.

He continued to stare at me as he said to Joni, "Get over here, bitch. This stupid cunt doesn't have a clue. Help her out."

Joni whispered, "Yes, sir," and hurried to my side. She dropped to her knees and began to instruct me on the subject of sucking a cock.

It wasn't like this was the first time I had ever sucked a cock. I frequently did it for my husband. I even kind of liked it. I loved how excited he got when I did it for him. I didn't even mind when he would cum in my mouth. It kind of turned me on, though I couldn't say why. The taste left a lot to be desired. I guess if I had to give someone a reason I would say that I like doing it because I love him so much.

But I had never taken a cock in my throat. At least I never took one in my throat until last night. I have to assume that was the cause of my sore throat when I came out from under the influence of whatever mind numbing d**g they had forced Joni to slip me in my drink.

Joni put her head near mine and began to talk to me softly. She told me to kiss his hard cock and then lick it. I couldn't believe that I was going to do this! But I did. The burning pain that was radiating from my breasts provided a lot of incentive.

I leaned forward slightly and kissed the tip of his cock. His musky aroma filled my senses. I tried to keep my mind blank. I stuck my tongue out and licked all around the head of his cock. I kept it up until Joni said, "Okay, now wet your lips and press them together tightly."

I followed her instructions. She seemed to know what he expected from me. She reached up and put her hand on my shoulder and said, "That's right. Now, press your lips against the head of his cock and slowly push down. Let his cock slide into your mouth as if it was entering your pu ... your cunt. Let it slide into your mouth and across your tongue. As it enters your mouth and your lips slide slowly down the shaft, try to swallow. You can't swallow with a big cock in your mouth. But when you try your throat thinks you are trying to swallow something and you don't gag."

I was mindlessly, though reluctantly, following her directions. I felt my mouth filling up with thick black cock. I struggled to swallow and she was right. I couldn't. But when the head of his cock reached the back of my throat I didn't gag.

I always gagged!

I started to pull back slowly and when she saw his cock coming back out of my mouth, Joni said, "No! That's not right. When you get the head of his cock at the back of your throat you have to apply pressure until it slips into your throat. It's hard at first. But you did it last night. You can do it. I saw you do it."

I started sliding my lips back down Mr. Moore's cock shaft. I remembered to swallow. And just like the first time, when the head of his cock reached the back of my throat I didn't gag.

But when I tried to force it into my throat it absolutely would not go. I struggled and then I struggled harder when I saw him begin to tap his thigh with that fucking riding crop he was still carrying.

But it just wouldn't enter my throat. I drew back and tried again. Still it wouldn't go. I was just about to give up when I felt his hands on my head. He held me in place and suddenly thrust forward with his hips. The pain was unbelievable! But it went. The head of his cock suddenly slipped past the entrance to my throat. It continued sliding down, another two or three inches until my lips were spread wide around the thick base of his cock.

He held me in place with his cock in my throat and I started to panic. I began to struggle but Joni's words finally sank in. She was urgently pointing out that I could breathe. I just had to relax and breathe through my nose.

I stopped struggling and tried it. It wasn't easy. His fat cock was constricting my airway. But I could breathe.

He held me like that for a very long time before he said, "You should be used to it by now. Let's see you do it on your own."

I drew back until only the tip of his cock was in my mouth and then slid my lips back down his shaft. I could swear that it was getting thicker! I swallowed and pressed down when his cock reached the entrance to my throat. It wouldn't go at first. I saw him lifting his riding crop and I knew that if I didn't succeed he was going to beat me. The fear of that crop turned out to be all the motivation I needed.

His cock popped into my throat again and I held it with my lips around the base once more. The next few attempts were still difficult, but it seemed to get a little easier each time I did it.

I kept it up for a long time. I was quickly becoming exhausted and I was about to give up. It didn't seem like he was ever going to cum. But he finally grabbed my head in both of his strong hands again and he began pumping his hips. He was fucking my mouth just like a pussy, taking several violent and very painful strokes before he tensed up and started cumming down my throat.

Before his orgasm ended he pulled back and let the last few spurts of cum empty into my mouth.

I was surprised when I tasted it. There was a slightly bleachy taste. But it was very mild, much more pleasant than my husband's cum! Well, maybe pleasant is the wrong word to use. Much less unpleasant?

I waited until he pulled his cock out of my mouth and I swallowed. I don't think that I realized how painful the ordeal had been until I swallowed. The pain was even worse than it had been last night.

Mr. Moore patted me on the head and said in a condescending voice that irritated the hell out of me, "Don't worry, bitch. In a couple of days it won't hurt at all. You just have to get used to it."

I wanted to tell him that I didn't want to get used to it. Instead I turned to Joni and asked, "Do you have any more Tylenol?"

She got up and said, "Sure, hang on."

But Mr. Moore interjected, "No! She'll be okay. Let her get used to it."

I struggled to my feet and started towards the bathroom. Mr. Moore asked, "Where are you going?"

I stopped and turned to face him again. I responded, "To brush my teeth?"

He shook his head and said, "No. You might as well get used to that taste, too. You will be eating a lot of cum in the next six weeks."

I shuddered and fought to hold back the tears. Mr. Moore finished putting his clothes back in order. Then he headed for the door and said, "Come on, ladies. Let's go inspect your young charges and then go to breakfast."

Mr. Moore stepped outside, followed by Joni. I walked to the door and stood there, struggling with the entire concept of stepping outside naked. My entire body was humming with fear. My skin was crawling. I could feel every nerve ending tingling at the very concept of stepping outside, not wearing a stitch of clothing, into a camp full of men and boys. I wasn't certain I could make my legs do this.

Mr. Moore and Joni were standing right outside waiting for me. He grinned at me and held up his riding crop. He asked, "Do you need more persuasion?"

I had not forgotten what that horrible thing felt like when it bit into my flesh. I took a deep breath and stepped outside. The first thing that I saw when I stepped out was younger boys from the other dorm walking on the sidewalk nearby that led to the mess hall. They were walking in groups of two and three. They looked over and spotted me and Joni and every one of them stopped, turned, and stared at our naked bodies. I brought my hands up to cover as much of my body as I could.

But as soon as I saw the change in Mr. Moore's expression I realized that I had made a mistake. I dropped my hands instantly. I felt the color seemingly suffusing my entire body. My heart was beating so fast that I was afraid I would have a heart attack. I swear that I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. I realized that if my heart didn't burst I was almost surely going to faint. I was hyperventilating and I knew it. But I couldn't stop it.

Joni came close and placed her hands on my cheeks. She forced me to look into her eyes and in a sad but calm voice she said, "Calm down, Lara. Take slow, deep breaths. You have to make yourself calm down."

I could still see all of the boys behind her, staring at our naked bodies. How in the hell did she expect me to be calm?!

But I knew she was right. I had to pull myself together. I forced myself to get my breathing under control and after a minute or two I was at least pulling back from the edge of insanity. I thought that with a little luck I might be able to function, at least marginally.

I followed Mr. Moore and Joni down the narrow path that led around to the other end of our building and into the dorm where twelve horny boys aged fifteen and sixteen were waiting anxiously for us to arrive and inspect their areas while they inspected us.

All of these boys had been here last year. They all had sex with Joni last year. They all knew that this year they would have sex with Joni again, and with me.

My legs felt like rubber as I struggled to keep up with Joni. I could feel the eyes of the eight or ten boys who were watching us. I could feel their eyes on my ass. My skin was crawling. It felt like there were a thousand spiders crawling over me.

I was naked! I was naked in public in front of teenage boys! I could feel the flush of embarrassment unlike I had ever experienced it before. I was so humiliated that it seemed as if I were seeing the world through a red haze.

We rounded the corner of the building and I watched Mr. Moore and Joni walk through the door. I heard the excited chatter from inside come to a sudden halt. By the time I stood in the door there was total silence in the dorm.

Mr. Moore looked back to see if he would need to encourage me to enter with his riding crop. I groaned in abject misery and opened the screen door. I felt every eye in the room watching me as I forced myself to take another step and finally enter a room full of horny teenage boys.

The boys were all dressed in gym shorts, a T-shirt with the camp logo and tennis shoes.

Our job was to inspect the room for made beds and cleanliness before allowing the boys to go to breakfast. Well, that and to walk around the room naked for their amusement.

I saw Joni moving down one side of the room. As she stood before each boy's area and inspected his cot the boy would in turn reach out and inspect her. Each boy reached out and touched her breast or her ass or cupped her pubic mound. I heard most of them telling her how much they had missed her, missed fucking her.

It was obvious that she hated what they were doing. It showed plainly on her face. But they didn't mind that at all. I suspect they thought that was part of the fun.

I heard Mr. Moore clear his throat and I knew what he wanted from me. I turned and took a few steps, coming to a stop in front of the first boy on the right side of the room. His hands came up and cupped my breasts. I shuddered once more in abject revulsion and avoided looking at him. Instead I looked down at his cot and around his area, inspecting for general cleanliness.

His hands clamped down on my breasts and he quietly said, "I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait three damn weeks to fuck you, bitch! I mean, blowjobs are great, but that is some fine pussy you got there. I sure hope Mr. Moore doesn't wear it out before he turns it over to us."

Several of the boys chuckled as that first boy m*****ed me at his leisure. He finally dropped his hands and I struggled to make my legs move to the next boy in line. As I came to a stop in front of the second boy his hand cupped my pussy and he forced one of his fingers inside of me.

It was painful and he laughed at the expression on my face. My fear and the pain I was experiencing were obviously a source of amusement for him. Loud enough for everyone to hear him he said, "Shit, bitch! You dry as a fucking bone! You gotta start juicing up or you gonna have a hard time of it."

He continued to work his finger in and out of me. He seemed to be upset that my pussy was dry and stayed dry despite his fingering.

The next boy was the only overweight boy in the room. He was roly-poly and shorter than everyone else, even me. All the others were taller than me. When I came to a stop in front of him he reached around me and grabbed my ass with both hands. He pulled me close and rubbed the bulge in his shorts against me while he leaned close and forced his lips against mine.

He planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss on my mouth and ground his hard cock against my belly. Then he said derisively, "I'm feeling kind of homesick, mama. I'm going to need a lot of comforting in the next month and a half."

There was more derisive laughter. They were really enjoying tormenting us.

I finally got to the last boy on my side of the room. He was the largest of the boys in the room. He was very tall and if I didn't know better I would have sworn he was eighteen or nineteen. He had a goatee and he was tall and very muscular. He even had tattoos on his arms! It didn't seem possible that he was only sixteen!

It occurred to me that it was quite likely that some of these boys had already spent time in some form of incarceration. They all seemed to be missing something, compassion, empathy. They had replaced those feelings with a mean streak.

It dawned on me that they were getting more out of this than just the sex. They were looking forward to paying society back for what it had done to them by taking their frustrations out on two young white women who were totally helpless. The idea of having two terrified white women to toy with for the next six weeks was tenting every pair of shorts in the room.

I came to a stop in front of the last of the six boys on the right side of the room and as I had done with the others I looked not at him but at his bunk and the floor around it.

But instead of grabbing some exposed part of my body he gripped my chin between two strong fingers. He turned my face up so that I was forced to look up at him. He sneered down at me and stared me right in the eyes. He reached out with his other hand and guided my hand to his hard cock.

I gasped when I felt it. It was huge! He grinned, seeing the fear in my eyes. He folded my fingers around his hard shaft through his thin shorts and said, "That's going down your fucking throat, bitch. You are gonna wish you could fuck me with your skanky cunt long before the first three weeks are up, just so I quit fucking your throat. You gonna be a cocksucking artist by the time I'm through with you."

Mr. Moore waited until the deranged boy turned me loose and then he said, "Okay, boys. Let's go get some breakfast."

He chuckled and added, "You are going to need to keep your strength up."

The boys all hurried out of the room and rushed to the mess hall. Mr. Moore followed them. Joni and I tailed along behind, reluctantly. When the others were far enough ahead that they wouldn't hear me I turned to Joni with tears streaming down my cheeks and exclaimed, "How can you do this every day?! It's horrible!"

She put her arm around me and said, "I don't know how to tell you this. They took it easy on us this morning. It will be worse tomorrow."

I groaned in despair and whispered, "I can't! I can't take this!"

She sighed and said, "I didn't think that I could either. But they will show you something today that will make it easier."

I looked at her and she saw the disbelief on my face. She pulled me along, got me walking towards the mess hall again and quietly explained, "They will show you what happens to the women who don't do what they are told."

I would have given anything to be allowed to go back to my cabin and hide there. But one of our duties was to monitor the mess hall during meals. We slowly made our way to the door and I could hear once more the excited chatter of the boys as we neared the building.

I began steeling myself as we neared the door. Joni preceded me inside and once more the chatter stopped suddenly when the boys were presented with two naked women to distract them. The silence only lasted for a few seconds before the boys started talking excitedly again, about us.

There were three tables holding four boys each on either side of the room and a larger table at the other end of the room near the serving line which would accommodate Mr. Moore and Rodney and the four counselors,.

I followed Joni down the center aisle, passing between the tables on either side of the room close enough that the boys could reach out and touch us. Several of the older boys did just that as we passed by. The younger boys who were here for the first time just stared in awe as we passed their tables.

We went through the serving line, putting up with some obscene remarks from the cook and his two helpers about how much fun they had r****g us last night. I was too upset to eat but I got a cup of coffee and some toast and followed Joni to the head table.

The men had saved seats for us at either end of the long table. We sat down and they greeted us warmly, as if we were not here against our will and as if they had not ****d us for hours last night.

We answered any direct questions. But other than that, Joni and I both stared at the table in front of us and tried to make believe we were somewhere else. I was very nervous. I had no idea what to expect. Once the truth had come out about our purpose for being here the phony orientation we had gotten yesterday went right out the window.

I sipped my coffee and managed to keep down a couple bites of toast. But my stomach wouldn't tolerate food. My brain just kept screaming at me, trying to get me to put clothes on!

The k**s were all staring at us, Joni and me, and I'm pretty sure that we were still the main topic of conversation. I doubt if any of them had paddling a canoe on their minds right at this moment. But unless they were talking to us directly they spoke in a patois that was nearly impossible to understand.

I had nearly finished my coffee when the cook came out with an insulated pitcher and went around refilling our coffee cups. He came to me last. I sat back and watched him fill my cup. Then he put the pitcher down and asked me if I wanted cream for my coffee.

I suppose that most people would say that I am normally a bit naïve when it comes to sexual innuendos. But something about the leer in his voice let me know instantly what his real meaning was. I shivered in disgust, shook my head and said, "No thank you."

He chuckled and said, "Sure you do."

Then he opened his zipper and pulled out his semi-hard, sweaty black cock and moved closer until the head of it was resting on my lips.

I was aware that the conversation around the room had stopped once more. There was total silence now. I glanced at Mr. Moore. He was sitting back in his chair and smiling in amusement, obviously enjoying the horror on my face.

The cook began applying pressure until I opened my mouth and his cock slid in. He sighed and said, "Now that you've had a little practice, let's see if you are any better at sucking cock than you were last night."

The cook's cock was slightly longer than Mr. Moore's cock. But thankfully it was very skinny. My throat was feeling a little better now, thanks to the passage of time since Mr. Moore had ****d my throat this morning and the soothing effect of the hot coffee. I hated to admit it, even to myself. But it looked like I was going to be an accomplished cocksucker before long.

I remembered vividly the instructions in cocksucking that I had received this morning and I quickly began to apply them to the task at hand. I slid my lips down the cook's skinny shaft and attempted to swallow as the head of his cock neared the entrance to my throat.

I was painfully aware of all those young boys staring at me as that long, black cock disappeared into my mouth and throat. There were several gasps from the younger boys who were probably seeing a woman ****d for the first time. But then, they weren't seeing a ****. They were watching a young white woman sucking a big, black cock on demand.

I forced myself to focus on the blowjob and soon the cook was fucking my face just like Mr. Moore had a short time ago. My mind wandered in an attempt to maintain what little sanity was left to me.

But soon I found myself wondering what these men had done to me last night while I was d**gged. I had apparently had this cock in my mouth before. I hated that I couldn't remember what they had done to me last night. It was as if I didn't know how embarrassed to me.

But I soon came to realize that I hated it even more that this time I was going to be forced to remember it. When I finally left this horrible place at the end of the six weeks I would take with me all of these awful memories. I would be forced to live the rest of my life with the memory of what I was forced to do here.

He fucked my face until he was just about to cum. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He wrapped my fingers around it. Then he moved my hand rapidly up and down his throbbing shaft. Just before he ejaculated he pulled my coffee cup closer and shot four large spurts of cum into my coffee.

He stuck his spent cock back into my mouth and ordered me to suck it clean. I felt a few last drops of cum ooze out of his cock onto my tongue as I sucked his softening cock. Then he patted me on the head like a damned dog and put his cock away.

I nearly threw up when he reached down and stirred my coffee with my spoon. It didn't dissolve into the coffee the way cream would. There remained small globs of sperm floating in my cup. Then he ordered me to drink it.

I heard the evil, raucous laughter from every boy in the room as well as the men at the table as I choked back my tears and took a sip of my coffee.

I couldn't taste it. The taste of the coffee overpowered it. It was probably working to my advantage to be able to consume his nasty fluids this way rather than have him cum in my mouth.

But I could smell it. The bleachy smell filled my nose and overpowered the pleasant smell of the coffee every time I lifted the cup to my lips. And the idea of what I was being forced to do was making it hard for me to control my already queasy stomach.

I heard snickering from around the room as I slowly sipped my disgusting drink. But I tried very hard to tune everyone out and think of something else ... anything else. I wasn't being very successful.

By the time I neared the bottom of my coffee cup the boys had begun to take their trays up to the window. They cleaned off the scraps of food and stacked the trays to be washed by the kitchen staff. Once the boys had all settled back into their seats, Mr. Moore ordered Joni and me to take our trays up.

While we were doing that he announced to the boys, "Okay, boys. I know that you are all waiting to see today's movie."

The room filled with excited chatter for a moment. When it subsided he called out to two of the older boys, "Davion, Radd, go ahead and get it set up. You know what to do."

The boys got up, went around to the windows and closed the blinds. Once the room was darkened they rolled the huge television over into the center of the room and plugged it in.

We all got up from our table. Joni and I were directed to move our chairs into the center aisle between the tables. Rodney and Mr. Moore and the other two counselors, Todd and Paul, all moved their chairs to the back of the room.

Chapter 3

When we were all seated again, one of the older boys nearest the front of the room picked up the remote control and the television flickered to life. The cook and his two helpers joined the rest of the staff in the back of the room just as the DVD started and the screen filled with an image of me, lying on my bed with a silly, sleepy look on my face.

The camera panned over my still fully clothed body and then turned to record Joni getting to her feet and undressing slowly. Her face was bright red and it was painfully obvious that she didn't want to do what she was doing.

Whoever was operating the camera zoomed in on her face and the tears could be seen streaming down her cheeks.

The camera zoomed back out and everyone watched her remove her t-shirt and drop it on her bed. She pulled her shorts down and then quickly removed her bra and panties.

From off camera I heard Mr. Moore say, "You must be pretty excited, Joni. You get to go six whole weeks without having to wear that stuff. Aren't you a lot more comfortable without all those confining clothes on?"

Except to look up quickly and glare at him she didn't respond. He chuckled and said, "You'll pay for that, bitch."

She sighed and nodded.

No one spoke. No one gave her directions. She apparently already knew what was required of her. She walked over to my bed and helped me to my feet. It looked like I'd had a little too much to drink. I was slightly unsteady. But I wasn't u*********s. I couldn't understand why that entire period was a complete blank now.

But I was about to find out, along with all of these boys, what had been done to me last night. I suddenly realized that I didn't really want to know. I had no doubt now that the things that had been done to me last night were not a memory I wished to have for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, the decision wasn't mine to make.

Joni guided me to the center of our cabin. She took me in her arms and began to kiss me. I couldn't say for sure if I was returning her kiss. I certainly wasn't resisting her.

She kissed me for a minute or two while I stood in her arms. It was still obvious that I was unsteady on my feet. But it didn't look like I would fall down if she let me go. I got the impression from watching us together now that I had been drinking but was not really drunk. It looked like, towards the end, I was starting to return her kiss.

Once I began to reciprocate she stopped kissing me. She whispered something in my ear and then stood back. I looked a little wobbly but I managed to remain on my feet.

She reached down and began lifting my t-shirt. I not only didn't resist, I lifted my arms to make it easier for her. She slowly pulled it up over my head and off.

I suppose that I should not have felt so embarrassed right now. I was sitting here naked. Twenty-four boys and seven men need only glance in my direction to see my naked body.

But for some reason, the idea that they were all watching on television as Joni undressed me in our cabin last night was terribly humiliating. Seven men and twenty-four boys were watching Joni undress me for the first time last night.

They had all seen me naked over the last hour or so. They watched me suck the cook's cock and drink his cum in my coffee. You might think that I would begin to get numb to the humiliation. That was apparently not the case.

I tried to imagine that they couldn't see me, that I was hiding in the darkened room. It was sort of an ostrich mentality. It wasn't that dark and I was surrounded by teenage boys. But I had to cope somehow.

I had been staring at the screen for a moment without really seeing what was happening as my mind churned furiously. But I heard a moan from the television and my eyes focused again, just in time to watch Joni peeling off my last item of clothing. She was kneeling behind me and slowly pulling my panties down.

She left them on the floor, still tangled around my ankles. It didn't look like I would be able to step out of them without falling on my face. She stood back up behind me and I watched the disturbing scene unfold as her hands reached around me and cupped my breasts.

There were several obscene comments from the boys around us, each accompanied by nasty little outbursts of immature laughter. They, especially the younger ones, were fascinated by the sight of Joni undressing me and caressing my naked body for their amusement.

I could see my nipples growing hard under the touch of her soft hands. It bothered me that I would react that way to a woman's touch. But I realized that in my d**gged state I probably had no idea what was happening to me. My nipples were simply reacting to the type of stimuli that they always reacted to. My brain was pretty much disengaged at that point.

One of Joni's hands had drifted down over my stomach to my pussy and began to tease me there. I noticed that my eyes, which until that moment had been closed or nearly closed, opened and it looked like I was smiling right into the camera. I still looked like I had consumed too much alcohol. I didn't look d**gged and I didn't look like I was unaware of what I was doing. And I certainly didn't look reluctant.

No one could look at this visual record of what happened in our cabin last night and think that I had been ****d, at least not yet. I had no idea what was to follow.

Joni had begun to kiss my neck and my shoulder. One of her hands was still teasing my nipple. The other was teasing my pussy. I leaned my head back and moaned in obvious pleasure. My embarrassment continued to grow. I had never before in my entire life done anything of a sexual nature with a woman, or felt the desire.

But you couldn't tell it from watching this movie of two of us together last night. I watched myself in anguish as I had reached out with my hands and placed them over her hands as though to encourage her. I could see that my breathing had become labored and it looked like I was very close to reaching orgasm!

Joni sensed that I was about to cum and she stopped playing with my body. I saw the disappointment on my face and I heard my moan when suddenly I was deprived of an orgasm.

Joni wasn't finished, though. She helped me to step out of my panties and guided me to a blanket that was spread out on the floor in the middle of our cabin. With her help I stretched out on my back on the blanket. I didn't seem to mind at all when she straddled my face and lowered her hairless pussy to my lips.

She covered my body with hers and the camera captured my moans of pleasure when her tongue began to explore my pussy. The camera moved around us, filming us from all angles. When it got to where my face was visible between her thighs I was shocked to see that I was eating her pussy, too. There was an obvious look of lust on what little of my face was visible. My lips were pressed against her pussy and I could see my tongue moving feverishly through her opening as if I had done what we were doing many times before.

I stared in shock as I watched myself wrap my arms around Joni's sexy body and hold her tight. I saw my hips coming up off of the floor and the look on my face would have made it obvious that I was having an orgasm if you could not already tell from the passionate sounds I was emitting.

There was a spate of crude remarks from the boys. I heard a chair sc**** on the floor nearby and a hand began to grope my breast in the darkened room. I didn't turn to see who was m*****ing me. I didn't want to know. It didn't really matter. There was nothing I could do but permit it.

I heard an urgent, hushed conversation taking place at the table nearest me on the opposite side and then another chair moved closer. One of the younger boys from the other dorm had apparently been talked into seeing what would happen if he put his hand on my other breast.

He placed his sweaty palm lightly on my other breast and I felt his tentative grip begin to tighten when no one objected to what he was doing. Now there were two different boys ******* my tits!

I tried to focus on the television and ignore the young hands roughly pulling at my breasts. On the television I watched Joni getting up. I watched my weak attempt to hold her in place over me. I had wanted more!

As soon as she moved out of the way the camera came in for a close-up and focused on my face and the juices from her pussy that coated my lips and chin.

The camera remained zoomed in on my face. In seconds I watched a big black cock come into view and begin to trace a path around my face. I recognized Mr. Moore's cock, or at least I think I did. His and the cook's were the only two that I had seen since the d**gs had worn off except for a glancing view of Todd and Paul as they pulled their spent cocks out of Joni last night shortly after I regained consciousness.

The head of the cock came to rest on my lips and it looked like I was eager to take it into my mouth. For the first time I saw myself with a big, black cock in my mouth, apparently sucking eagerly, though I don't remember it. I hated to admit it, but it looked pretty sexy! There was something very virile about that big black cock.

When I realized what I had just thought, I shuddered in revulsion and worried about what I was going to turn into at the hands of these monsters.

To make matters worse, the younger of the two boys that was ******* my breasts so clumsily dropped his hand to my lap and encouraged by the fact that I had not resisted his ******* hand on my tit he firmly pulled my legs apart. I closed my eyes and bit my lip as his fingers began to explore my pussy.

The older boy, the boy that was still playing with my nipple whispered to the other boy, "Did you ever feel a pussy before?"

The younger boy shook his head and whispered, "No."

He continued to eagerly explore my pussy. His touch was no less clumsy down there. But I was shocked when his finger entered me and I realized that I was lubricating. There was no way I was turned on! I was watching myself getting ****d on a big screen television and I was being groped clumsily by two teenage boys I didn't know while sitting naked in a room full of them. This was certainly not something I had ever fantasized about. It was a nightmare! How could I possibly be wet?!

Once more I struggled to return my attention to the television. It isn't that I wanted to see what was showing. I just wanted to forget was happening to me in the present. I can't say which was the more disturbing. But the pendulum had swung back the other way. Once more I felt like I had to know what happened to me last night.

The man who was stabbing at my mouth with his cock turned and straddled my head without removing his cock from my mouth. He was facing down towards my feet.

The cameraman moved around to film between his legs and caught the change in my expression as the man began to fuck my mouth with more and more force until suddenly he managed to force his large cock into my throat.

My eyes had suddenly opened wide and I heard myself scream around his cock. But he ignored my distress. He began to **** my mouth violently. I had struggled feebly at first. But I had eventually calmed down and submitted while he entered my throat with every selfish, brutal stroke. At the bottom of every violent thrust his large, hairy ball sack nearly covered my face, shutting off my air and my view of my r****t.

Joni and I were the only ones in the room that found these images disturbing. The boys were obviously enjoying the show, based on their continuing crude remarks and obscene jokes.

The man fucking my mouth didn't last very long. He had probably been anticipating that moment for quite some time. He finally buried his cock in my mouth one last time and I heard him grunting and moaning as he shot his cum down my throat.

I was lying under him passively until just before he pulled his cock out of my throat. I started to panic when I thought I was going to suffocate. But my struggles were weak. He ignored them. He seemed not even to notice that I was suffocating and struggling for air beneath him for several long moments before he finally pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and rolled off of me.

The camera pulled back and for the first time I saw who had been r****g my mouth so violently. I was right. My r****t was Mr. Moore.

Mr. Moore could be heard joking with the other three men in our cabin last night about how much work I needed before I could be a good cocksucker.

He finally moved away and he was replaced by Todd. Todd's cock was impressive, and scary. It was already hard and it looked like it was about eight inches long. It was slightly fatter than Mr. Moore's. But it was that extra inch to an inch and a half in length that worried me.

Todd didn't bother with more of their humiliating foreplay. He straddled my head immediately. The camera moved back into position to catch the action as the fat knob on the end of that big cock came to rest on my lips.

I was still in distress from what Mr. Moore had just done and I didn't seem as compliant now. But Todd didn't care. He pressed down with his hips and his cock was soon moving in and out of my mouth.

At first he only ****d me with the first three or four inches. But he quickly began forcing his cock into my throat. I struggled more energetically as he began to **** my throat. But I only struggled for a moment or two. Soon he was fucking my throat and I was apparently handling it quite well. Or perhaps I had grown too weak to struggle any longer.

For just a moment I wondered what my husband would see if he saw this movie. Would it look to him like I was a willing participant? Would he be able to tell that I had been d**gged?

The problem was that I knew I had been d**gged. I knew I was an unwilling victim. But watching what little of the movie I had seen so far I found it hard to come to that conclusion. But even more worrisome, I feared that if my husband saw this, even if he believed that I had been d**gged and ****d, he would still be unable to ever look at me in the same way again. Watching those black cocks fucking my face, that would be an image he could never recover from.

This movie doomed me. I truly understood now why Joni had done what she did. I no longer blamed her. I couldn't. Because I knew that if they ordered me to talk another young woman, some friend of mine, into coming here next year I would do it. I would do whatever I had to do to preserve my life and my marriage. I hated that I would be responsible for another woman having to go through what I was going through. But I knew I would do it.

And I would come back here with her next year and spend six more weeks being ****d by these people. That was the price I would have to pay to save my marriage.

My own despair deepened when I realized how low I had sunk, and how much lower I would sink because of these horrible men.

I watched in disgust as Mr. Moore, Todd, Paul and Rodney all took a turn r****g my mouth. Thankfully they didn't film all of each successive ****. They showed the beginning as each new cock was forced down my throat and then, after a few moments they showed each man taking a last few violent thrusts and his buttocks would tense up as his cum shot down my throat.

I was surprised that Todd's was not the largest of the cocks that ****d me last night. After Todd ****d me Paul immediately took his turn. He was followed by Rodney. Rodney had the longest, fattest cock of the bunch. That mild mannered, slightly effeminate appearing young man had at least ten inches of hard cock and even d**gged I had almost been unable to accommodate that huge thing in my mouth and throat.

The three men who preceded him had worn down my resistance and opened me up. But even so, Rodney had a very hard time and required a lot of encouragement from the men who were anxious to see that cock buried in my throat.

He had finally been able to force it into me. I struggled at first. But I didn't struggle very hard or very long. And once his cock was plunging in and out of my throat I had just closed my eyes and waited for it to end, just like I did for the three men who had gone before him.

At one point the camera had focused on my throat while his cock was pounding in and out of me. I could actually see my throat expand to accommodate his massive organ!

After Rodney emptied his balls in my throat and got up, Joni came back into the picture. She wiped me down with a damp cloth and then toweled me dry. When she was done she stood up. As soon as she was out of the way, Mr. Moore got on top of me.

I watched, and I felt the bile rising in my throat again as he rested most of his weight on my body and his cock searched for my pussy. He found it finally and slammed his cock into me.

I had cried out when his large cock entered me. I knew it was from the pain of his cock brutalizing my dry and unprepared pussy. But someone watching this might come to the conclusion that it was a cry of pleasure or even lust.

Mr. Moore leaned down and nuzzled my face as he began fucking my pussy even more violently than he had fucked my throat earlier. They didn't record the entire ****. They only filmed a couple of minutes of what was probably a very long ****. Then they turned the camera back on just in time to film him cumming inside of me.

As soon as he rolled away the rotation began again. There were two differences this time. The first humiliating difference was that twice while those men ****d me I had achieved an orgasm. The second humiliating difference was that after all four men had ****d my pussy they stood back and two of the younger boys that Todd had gone to the dorm and brought back with him were allowed to fuck me. By that time, after having two orgasms, I started to look like I was sobering up. I still don't remember what happened to me last night. But watching it on screen now I looked like a sober and willing participant!

Looking at the DVD now, even to my own eyes it was impossible to tell that I was anything but an enthusiastic participant as those two young boys each took a turn fucking me enthusiastically.

After they both fucked me, both fucks were recorded in their entirety because they were over so quickly, the boys were sent back to their dorm. I was fully aware of one horrible truth. That quick little scene of me having sex with two f******n year old boys would be all the evidence any prosecutor would need to put me in prison for years.

I was so wrapped up in the horrific scenes being played out on the television that I hadn't even noticed that the boys on either side of me had stopped ******* me. They were so engrossed in what was happening on the television that they were leaving me alone now. Everyone was devoting their full attention to the pornographic movie I was starring in on the television.

There was a brief pause as the two boys that had been brought in to fuck me dressed and left. The camera must have been paused for a few moments then. The screen flickered and went dark. When it came back to life the cook and his two helpers were entering our cabin. They were no longer wearing their cook whites. All three of them were wearing only jockey shorts and t-shirts.

They stripped quickly and the cook and one of his helpers rolled me over. They grabbed my hips and roughly pulled me up onto my hands and knees. When I was positioned the way they wanted me they began alternating between my mouth and my pussy, spending several minutes in each orifice before pulling out and alternating.

All three of them were in the rotation. First the cook began fucking my pussy and one of his helpers dropped down and began r****g my mouth. They kept it up for several minutes and then pulled out. They changed positions and the helper that was standing nearby began r****g my pussy while the cook forced his slimy cock into my mouth.

I didn't even seem to notice the slime from all of the previous ****s on his hard cock. I opened my mouth and let him slide it right in.

They kept that up until each of them had cum either in my mouth or my pussy. Every once in a while, as I waited for them to switch around, someone off camera would make a comment that I couldn't quite understand now. But it must have been pretty amusing because I had giggled like a silly schoolgirl at the time.

My reaction to all of those ****s last night, my apparent complicity in my own abuse and degradation, served to reinforce my resolve that I would do anything to keep my husband from seeing this DVD.

After the cook and his two helpers finished r****g me the men all took a short break. But I was ordered to lie on my back and spread my legs. As soon as I obeyed, Mr. Moore suggested that I masturbate for their amusement. It wasn't even an order! He just suggested that I might enjoy it. I had happily complied!

They filmed me masturbating until I reached orgasm twice. Then the camera must have been switched off. The television screen flickered for a second and the scene changed. I was back on my hands and knees on the blanket. Mr. Moore was behind me and it took me a moment to realize that he was working two fingers in and out of my ass.

I heard myself grunting, but even this horrible invasion of my body I wasn't resisting. The camera was filming from behind. My face wasn't visible so there was no way of telling what my reaction was. But I didn't struggle when he pulled his fingers out, applied lubricant from a tube to three of his fat fingers and began working them into my ass.

He was talking to me quietly as he worked his fingers into me. His calm, steady voice kept telling me to relax and let it happen. He promised that when he was done preparing me I would enjoy it when he fucked my ass.

I guess I believed him. I leaned my head down on my arms and breathed deeply. He ordered me to use my ass muscles to try to expel his fingers. Whatever he was telling me to do must have been working. He smiled and said, "That's a good girl. That's not so bad, is it?"

I heard myself giggle and respond in a voice that sounded slightly inebriated, "No. I don't mind that."

I slumped further down in my chair and groaned in disbelief. I was at least as humiliated by my apparent acquiescence to the pending anal **** as I was to all the other obscene things they had done to my body last night. "I don't mind that!" What the hell was I thinking!!

Mr. Moore finally removed his fingers from my ass and wiped them on my back. He spread more lubricant on his hard cock and applied a dab to my anal opening. Then I watched in disbelief as he guided his cock to my anus and it slid in with apparent ease.

When the d**gs had worn off early this morning and I finally started to come to my senses I knew that someone had ****d my ass. It had been more than obvious when the d**gs wore off and I returned to my senses and became aware of the pain. I was in so much pain that I feared that I had been torn.

But watching it happen now, watching the first cock to ever enter my back passage with apparent ease, I still found it hard to believe. I found it especially hard to believe that I wasn't screaming in pain and struggling to escape.

But it got more unbelievable quickly. Half way through r****g my ass, Mr. Moore reached under be and began to play with my pussy while he fucked me. I heard my moans becoming more an indication of arousal than pain.

He ordered Joni to come closer. She was sitting on the floor nearby. She got to her hands and knees and came closer. Mr. Moore ordered her to play with my pussy while he fucked me.

She nodded and reached under me. Mr. Moore was now free to grip the cheeks of my ass and begin slamming into me violently while Joni provided the attention to my pussy that apparently made it possible for me to relax and actually enjoy being ****d in the ass!

A few minutes later I watched him enjoy his third orgasm of the evening at my expense. Then the rotation began again with each of the six remaining men taking a turn fucking my freshly violated ass.

Watching them I got the impression that the first two men to follow Mr. Moore, Todd and Paul, weren't so bad. Or at least I seemed to tolerate them a lot more readily than I did the men that followed. The last man to **** my ass was Rodney. I could see my body shaking and I realized that I was crying even before he started sliding his monster cock into my abused ass.

But he didn't care. None of them cared about me. He eagerly plundered my ass every bit as violently as the six men who had preceded him.

No wonder I had been in so much pain when I had come out from under the spell of those d**gs.

After they had all enjoyed a turn r****g my ass, the cook and his two assistants left. I'm assuming that there was another rest period. When the screen flickered again I was no longer the focus of their attention. Joni was getting into position on her hands and knees on her bed. Todd and Paul began to **** her. It took them a long time. They had already fucked me three times each. It was during this **** that I had started to come around.

The camera was ignoring me now. When I awoke from my d**g induced stupor I didn't even realize that there was a camera in the room. So I assume that Rodney must have been operating it. I didn't see him either until he got up to leave our cabin early this morning.

The screen went blank after Todd and Paul finished r****g Joni. The boy with the remote control turned everything off. I sat slumped in my chair, listening to the total silence in the room. No one moved or spoke for an uncomfortably long time. But I could actually feel the sexual tension in the room. I could almost hear the hormones raging around inside of all of those lust filled teenage boys that surrounded us.

Finally I heard someone standing in the back of the room. Mr. Moore announced, "Boys, you have a little more than an hour before lunch is served. You all know the rules. If you break them you get sent home. Have fun. You older boys might want to have a little sympathy for the younger boys. Remember how you felt last year when you were in the younger group. Enough said."

With that, Mr. Moore and Rodney left the building. Todd and Paul remained. Todd pulled the camera out of a bag near his feet and aimed it at us.

The boys wheeled the television back into the corner. Joni and I were pulled to our feet and boys surrounded us both instantly. I felt hands all over my body, ******* and pinching, pulling and squeezing, and probing every orifice but my nostrils.

The men didn't interfere. The older boy who had been so intimidating in the dorm this morning finally took control and got the festivities moving. Joni and I quickly found ourselves on our backs, d****d over opposite corners of the same table, our naked bodies nearly touching. We were supported from our necks to our thighs and the boys began lining up. The older boys knew what to do. It was obvious that this happened often.

Now that the chaos had come to an end and orderly lines were formed, Todd was able to get much better footage as the first two young boys stepped forward and presented their hard cocks to our lips.

Joni and I both submitted instantly. What choice did we have? The older boys had apparently taken Mr. Moore's advice to heart. They were letting the younger boys get their cocks sucked first. But the older boys weren't just standing back and watching the fun. While we were sucking the younger boys off, the older boys moved down between our legs.

At first they just explored our bodies with their fingers. But soon I felt the boy between my legs begin to explore my pussy with his tongue. I felt nothing at first. I was concentrating on sucking the surprisingly large cock in my mouth. I had no idea that f******n year old boys developed this early. Or maybe it was just this boy. I was going to find out.

He didn't last long. Just like the two young boys that had fucked me last night, it was over almost before it began. He fucked my mouth just like the men had for perhaps a minute or two before he tensed up and filled my mouth with cum.

He cried out and his hands clamped down on my tits so hard that I screamed around his cock. Only the head of his cock was in my throat when he started to cum. But he pulled back slightly and most of his cum filled my mouth. I waited until he finished and I swallowed.

My throat was still sore from sucking off Mr. Moore in my cabin this morning and then servicing the cook after breakfast so that he could put cream in my coffee. But I guess I was starting to get used to it. When I swallowed the cum in my mouth it went down without too much trouble. The boy was suddenly jerked out of the way by the boy behind him and immediately replaced.

It wasn't until I was sucking on the third boy in line that my body started to react to the boy eating my pussy. The first boy had tired and moved out of the way. Someone else took his place. Before he started eating me, though, he ran a damp cloth over and through my pussy. He dried me and then began to eat my pussy enthusiastically, and with a lot more skill than the first boy who tried it.

I might have been better able to resist responding to him if I had not been forced to listen to Joni beside me. She reached over and gripped my hand with all of her strength and she began moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth while one of the boys was eating her pussy. She was lying beside me, with boys lined up to fuck her mouth just like I was, and she was having orgasms!

I tried to resist. But by the time I was swallowing the cum from the fourth boy and a third boy was eating my pussy I realized that I was going to suffer the supreme humiliation of having an orgasm while being gang ****d by a dozen black teenagers.

I might have been able to blame losing control last night on d**gs. I had no excuse now. I was succumbing to the clumsy efforts of these boys in the midst of the most horrifying experience of my life!

I remembered that Mr. Moore said they only had a little more than an hour. But it seemed like so much longer by the time it was finally over. I had sucked more than twelve cocks, though. Some of the boys that I sucked off before they finally let us up at lunch time had obviously already been sucked off by Joni. Their cocks were sticky and damp and I saw traces of drying cum on their cocks and elsewhere.

The most traumatic of them was that large boy who had been so threatening back in the dorm, the boy who had taken charge at the beginning of this ... whatever this was that they were subjecting Joni and me to this morning. This must be what passed for opening ceremonies in this **** camp.

My eyes had been closed for quite a while. I didn't want to see these boys or their cocks as they stepped forward and violated my mouth one after another. But when this boy's cock began to enter my mouth it spread my jaws so wide apart that I thought they might be dislocated. I knew it was him without ever opening my eyes.

The terror I had been feeling had slowly been receding as the line of boys r****g my mouth had progressed into almost boredom. My mind had begun to get numb. My consciousness was curled up in a dark corner of my brain as one boy after another ****d my mouth ... until his cock began to enter my throat.

I think that they must have anticipated that I would struggle when I realized what was happening and they were right. But before I could move, hands clamped down on my arms and legs from all around me and I was helpless.

The other boys began to encourage him. I learned that his name was Deshane. I couldn't believe that he would actually be able to get that pony sized cock into my throat. But after so many other cocks had gone before him, he was actually able to shove it down my throat without a lot of trouble ... for him!

It was the most painful experience of my life. It was, I'm sure, even more painful than all of those anal ****s last night. I was justifiably terrified that he was going to damage me. But it wasn't just the pain and the fear of being damaged. When that thing was inside my throat I couldn't breathe.

With the other more normal male organs I had always been able to get some air into my lungs. Not with that monster, though! And he didn't seem to care. He thrust that huge pole into me and in the beginning he left it buried in my throat until I was about to lose consciousness. He pulled it out at the very last second.

I was so traumatized that I had no breath control at all. I didn't even have the presence of mind to hold my breath when I had the chance to suck in a quick lung full of that life giving and increasingly rare element. And later, as he began to fuck my throat like the others had, brutally, violently, any air that I was able to suck in was just an accident.

But somehow I survived until he began to orgasm. Unlike most of the boys who had gone before him, he pulled his cock out until only the unbelievably fat knob at the end was between my lips and he shot more ejaculate into my mouth than I had ever experienced before.

As that viscous white slime filled my mouth I started to choke. Even though my throat was now free of that horrible invader, it was so traumatized that I couldn't work the muscles. I couldn't swallow! I began to choke and cough and as the slime oozed into my airway I coughed it out through my nose. I thought I was going to drown in cum!

Deshane finally backed away and the boys stood around watching me drown in the cum I was spitting up. They laughed and made crude jokes at my expense. I was finally able to work my throat muscles and I swallowed most of his jism that was almost killing me.

Once I had managed to swallow what remained in my mouth and throat, Deshane began scr****g up the excess from my face and shoveling it back into my mouth with his large finger. I sucked his finger clean each time and swallowed the rest of his cum.

But Deshane wasn't finished humiliating me and abusing me.

My neck was sore from the uncomfortable position I was held in. My lips and my jaw were sore from sucking more than a dozen cocks. I had been humiliated even further by allowing myself to have quite a few orgasms of my own, despite my best efforts to resist.

After the boys all finished with us and moved away, Todd handed the movie camera to one of the boys and he and Paul fucked us right there on the tables. I was numb by then. All I could think about was that in a few minutes some poor k** was going to have to eat lunch where my naked ass was plunked down and plundered. But I didn't feel sorry for him, whoever it might be. I was just glad that it was almost over, at least for the morning.

Oh my god! It wasn't even noon yet!

I was exhausted. I had almost no sleep last night. I had just been ****d by at least a dozen k**s and a man. I was nasty and sweaty and my stomach was full of cum. My throat hurt. My head and my neck hurt. And the day wasn't half over!

Todd and Paul fucked us for a long time. They had been pretty thoroughly drained already. When they were finished with us they just left us there. I lay there on my back with tears streaming down into my ears for a long time before I began to struggle to sit up. I was nearly paralyzed. I finally turned to one of the boys standing nearby and watching me with a wide grin on his face. In a raspy, pleading voice I asked him to help me up.

Before the boy could make up his mind to help me up, Deshane grabbed a large handful of my hair. He jerked me up brutally and pulled me off of the table.

I cried out in pain at the rough treatment. But I was beyond trying to protect myself from these a****ls. I let him pull me to my feet without even raising my arms to grab his wrist and reduce the strain on my hair.

He immediately pushed me to my knees and guided my face to several small puddles of cooling cum on the floor that had spilled from my mouth while I was being ****d. I think that most, if not all of it was from Deshane.

In his normal cruel, arrogant voice he said, "You spilled something, bitch. Lick that up."

I was broken by then. I stuck out my tongue and cleaned the dirty floor with it while the camera came in for another degrading close-up and the boys cheered him on.

I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks. There was no one thing that I was crying about. It was everything. I was in horrible pain. I was more humiliated than I would have ever believed possible. And my situation was so totally helpless.

When Deshane was finally satisfied he nudged my ass with his foot and said, "Get up, bitch. I didn't say you could take a fucking nap."

I tried to stand but my first attempt failed. I finally managed to pull myself to my feet using the table. I had to support myself by holding onto the table when I first stood up. I was stiff and sore and my legs were so weak I almost fell to the floor again. While I was gathering my strength, one of the boys tossed a damp cloth right in my face and said, "Here, bitch. Clean up the mess you made."

I assumed the cloth that had just struck my face was the one that they had used to clean our pussies when the boys were taking turns eating us out earlier. It was the only damp cloth around and it smelled awful. I wiped the table off and then I used the damp cloth to wipe myself clean as well.

By then I had regained the use of my legs. I walked around the table to help Joni up. She was still crying quietly and hadn't even tried to get off the table yet. I used the cloth to clean her pussy and the area between her thighs. Then I supported her head and neck and gently pulled her into a sitting position.

When she was upright she put her arms around me and pulled me close. She sobbed, "I'm so sorry, Lara."

I held her close and whispered, "It's okay, Joni. I understand. I know you did what you had to do. Just the way I will end up doing what I have to do. I thought about it when I was watching that fucking movie. I can never let anyone I know see that. But especially not my husband, not ever. I realize that even if he believed that this was all done to me against my will, he could never get those horrible images out of his head. For the rest of his life he would have those images seared into his brain. I'll do what I have to do, just like you did."

Joni held me tighter and whispered, "Yes! I'm so glad you understand. But I'm still sorry. I like you, a lot. You have always been a good friend. I really hated that they made me do this to you."

I ignored all of the boys who were watching us with leering faces and replied, "You aren't responsible for this. They are. I don't blame you, Joni. Honest. I like you, too. This doesn't change that."

She broke down then. She couldn't even talk she was crying so hard. She must have had a really hard time of it last year. She should have been taking this better than I was since she went through it last year. Or maybe not, she had her conscience to deal with this time, in addition to everything else. I guess I could do more to ease her conscience if they ever gave us a few minutes to ourselves. I really didn't blame her in the least. I couldn't, not knowing already that I would do the exact same thing she had done when I had to.

I helped her to her feet. The boys were finally leaving us alone so I walked her over to the serving line and got us both a glass of iced tea. We sipped our tea to get the awful taste out of our mouths and walked slowly around the room to limber up after spending all of that time on our backs.

The kitchen staff was putting the noon meal on the serving line when Mr. Moore and Rodney returned. They were greeted warmly as they entered. They spent a few minutes with the boys talking about how exciting summer camp was and how much the younger boys liked fucking the faces of young white women that really didn't want to be there.

The boys put the tables back the way they were before the oral orgy started and lined up for lunch. After they had been served the male members of the staff went through the line, followed by me and Joni.

We took the same seats we had for breakfast. The boys were still pretty excited and the conversation in the room was pretty loud. But we ignored them. Joni and I, mostly me, were forced to discuss how we felt about what had happened to us this morning with Mr. Moore, the bastard that was most responsible for our suffering.

I answered his direct questions. I didn't feel like I had a choice. But I didn't volunteer anything. And I listened for any clue that would identify the person that was ultimately responsible for the women in my circle of friends being selected to come to this place for six weeks of **** and humiliation.

Chapter 4

When lunch was over the boys were taken down to the lake by Todd and Paul. Mr. Moore sent Rodney back to the office. The kitchen staff was hard at work cleaning up in the back. As soon as the room had cleared out Mr. Moore plugged the television back in but left it in the corner. He ordered Joni and me to pull up a couple of chairs.

In a timid, pleading voice, Joni said, "Please, Mr. Moore. I don't want to see this again. I've done everything you asked of me. I promise I'll be good."

Mr. Moore smiled and said, "Sorry, Joni. It's part of your mandatory orientation. Think of it as a refresher."

Mr. Moore put a DVD in the player and turned the television on. He stood behind us and as the show started he said, "Lara, this is what happens to girls that break the rules, disobey an order or cause problems. Joni probably mentioned this to you. I seem to remember that it had a lasting effect on her when she saw it last year. I suggest that you pay close attention. It can save you from doing something stupid and then wishing very much that you hadn't."

There was just a view of a barn. There were no people, no a****ls, no sounds, nothing but the sound of birds in the background and dogs barking somewhere. I saw Joni shudder. I knew something was going to happen. And I was pretty sure that I didn't want to see it. Not if it was going to have this effect on Joni and motivate me to do every nasty thing they ordered me to do for the next six weeks.

I heard a vehicle coming up off camera. It sounded like a truck or a bus. The camera slowly turned to face the driveway. There were two buses parked there. They were the buses that the camp used to transport the k**s in.

The doors opened and k**s started getting off and milling around. There were probably close to a hundred boys altogether. They ranged in age from about thirteen, though some looked like they could have been a little younger, up to eighteen, though again, some looked much older. I'm assuming that the boys were a collection of boys from all three sections of the camp since there were so many of them and there was such a wide age range.

Once all the boys were out the two drivers got out. I recognized Todd. I didn't know the other man.

The boys stood around for a few minutes before a pickup truck drove up and parked. It was one of those king cab trucks. Four people got out of the truck. One was Mr. Moore. I didn't recognize the other three.

I did, however, recognize the young woman standing in the bed with her back to the cab of truck. Her arms were stretched wide and she was tied up to a light bar across the back of the truck cab as if she was on a cross. It was Cathy Grant!

Cathy was another of my good friends. She was naked and she looked nearly hysterical. Through her tears she was apologizing loudly to Mr. Moore and promising to do everything she was told from that moment on.

Her very real terror was disturbing. But what made it so much worse were the smiles of anticipation on the faces of everyone else. It was obvious that there was nothing she could have said to avoid whatever fate awaited her.

Mr. Moore signaled to two of the larger boys. They hurried over and he gave them some instructions. I watched them jump up into the back of the truck and untie her. She would have collapsed if they hadn't supported her. It seemed strange to see my beautiful, petite blonde friend, naked between two large young black men. They lifted her up and over the side of the truck. Todd and another man took her arms and led her into the barn. The camera followed.

There were no a****ls in the barn. There was only a bench in the middle of the floor. Cathy was carried to the bench and strapped down on her back. The bench was just long enough to support her back. Her head hung down and she was exposed and vulnerable, just like Joni and I had been on the table in the mess hall.

But there were two of us and we had been ****d by only twenty-four k**s. And most of them had been younger k**s who were not very well hung and had hair triggers. It was obvious that Cathy's situation was much more dire.

As soon as Cathy was secure the boys and the men all gathered around. But the ****s that I expected to see didn't start right away. First, Mr. Moore began to whip her exposed flesh. It looked like he was using the same riding crop that he had beaten me with. He slashed it across her body with all of his might.

It was horrifying to watch. He hit her everywhere. But he seemed to concentrate on her breasts and the area around her vagina. It was truly brutal. I couldn't believe she didn't pass out. Her heartrending screams were making my hair stand on end.

The cruel bastard even stood between her legs and brought the crop straight down on her exposed vulva several times. It went on and on and I think the only reason that he stopped was that he was worn out. He handed the crop to Todd. Then he pulled his cock out, lifted her long slender legs and pressed them down against her breasts and ****d her brutally, forcing his large cock into her unlubricated ass.

Her screams had begun to die down just before he stopped beating her. But when he started slamming his cock into her dry, unprepared ass she screamed so loudly that it hurt my ears.

He came rather quickly I thought. I gather that he really enjoyed beating that poor woman. For him that was foreplay. After he moved away the other five adults took turns r****g her. It looked like most of them ****d her pussy. One ****d her throat, but he apparently didn't cum there. He waited until the others had fucked her and then he finished up in her ass.

The men stood back and Mr. Moore announced to the large group of k**s they had bused in, "Boys, she's all yours. We have all day. Keep fucking the bitch until you can't get it up anymore. No holes are off limits. Have fun."

The adults all left, except for the man operating the camera, if that was an adult. The k**s swarmed over her like army ants. Most of them had taken their clothes off while the adults were r****g her. Cathy was now surrounded by naked males with raging hard ons. It was soon obvious that hurting her was just as much a part of the fun as fucking her.

We were forced to watch until it was obvious that Cathy was all but catatonic. She no longer cried out when they ****d her or when they pinched her nipples or bit her flesh until they left ugly red marks. She grunted occasionally, but that was her only reaction to the v******e they were inflicting on her delicate body.

The screen went to black for a moment. Then, in large red letters the words, "seven hours later..." flashed across the screen.

The screen came to life again. Cathy was still stretched out on the bench. But the straps holding her in place were gone. Mr. Moore was bent over her, speaking softly. She was covered with cum. It was everywhere. Her eyes opened when she heard Mr. Moore's voice. But it didn't look like she understood his words at first. She had a dazed look on her face and a vacant look in her eyes.

She wasn't even crying any longer. I was. Joni was. But Cathy looked like she was out of her mind.

I saw Mr. Moore come around from behind us. I had been so caught up in the horrors I was watching on the screen that I had forgotten all about him! He stood beside Joni. His erect cock was sticking straight out of his pants. He moved closer until the tip of it rested on her lips. She opened her mouth and started sucking gently. She started to turn her head to face him but he said, "No, dear. You two keep watching."

So she sucked on two or three inches of his cock and the three of us watched the scene of horror that was continuing to unfold on the big screen television.

I couldn't hear what Mr. Moore was saying to Cathy. But she finally seemed to be listening to him. I saw her nod her head.

Mr. Moore stepped back and Cathy struggled to get off of the bench. She had no strength left and it didn't look for a moment like she was going to be able to get up without help.

Mr. Moore had a solution for that. He moved closer once more and suddenly his arm went up and he slashed that riding crop down across her red, bruised breasts. Her mouth opened as if to scream. But no sound came out. I thought for a moment that she had passed out from the pain.

But he raised that riding crop again and she rolled off of the bench and fell hard on the rough wooden floor. She struggled up onto her hands and knees and scrambled to turn and face Mr. Moore. She bent down and licked his shoes for a moment.

He smiled down at her. He had broken her and it was plain to see just how exciting that was for him. He stuck his riding crop in her face and she cringed. But he snapped an order and this time the camera picked up his words.

"You stupid cunt! You got cum all over my favorite riding crop. Clean that up!"

Cathy quickly licked his riding crop clean.

Mr. Moore straightened up and stared down at her for a minute, gloating. He quietly said, "You have one last task, Cathy, one more punishment. If you do this one thing you can go back to your cabin and wake up tomorrow and go back to serving the boys as if this never happened. Are you ready?"

Cathy moaned. She was crying rather hard again. But she seemed lucid. She was a changed woman. But she was lucid. Through her tears she quietly answered, "Yes, sir."

He nodded and two boys rushed forward and moved the bench out of the way. Mr. Moore stepped back and one of the men I hadn't recognized from the pickup truck came into the picture leading a large dog that was straining at his leash to get at Cathy.

I gasped and turned my head away. I had forced myself to watch all of the horrible things that they had done to my friend. But I couldn't watch this. I just couldn't.

Or at least I didn't think I could. Mr. Moore chuckled and said, "Lara ... if you don't watch this to the end you will be next."

I was terrified for myself now. I turned my head back and looked at the screen. I was certain that I was going to ***** any moment now. My stomach was turning and my body kept shuddering violently as I watched that b**st begin his assault on poor Cathy.

The man had dropped the leash when he was several feet away. The dog was so anxious to close with her that he almost knocked her over when the man released him. He began sniffing and then licking the cum from her body. His eyes seemed to glow he was so excited. He danced all around her. He must have been driven half crazy with lust because of the smell of all that fresh cum on her. He licked her face and her ass and between her legs. He kept going around and around, licking her everywhere and whining excitedly.

The second time that the dog started licking her face I heard Mr. Moore order Cathy to kiss him back. I watched as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to meet the ***** large tongue. She gagged uncontrollably, but she obeyed.

I started gagging, too. I was sure now that I was going to *****. But I heard Mr. Moore quietly warn me, "Go ahead, Lara. Go ahead and make me mad."

I glanced over at the look of anticipation on his face. I also saw the look of terror on Joni's face. She was still sucking gently on his cock. But she was staring straight ahead at the television.

I turned my attention back to the screen just as the dog moved back around Cathy and, after licking her ass and her pussy for another minute or so he jumped up on her back. He started humping her long before his cock was anywhere near her.

I caught sight of his cock as he was working his way up her back. I thought that what was about to happen to her was the most disgusting thing I could imagine. But it looked like the dog had a very small cock and I was relieved for her on that account.

I was about to learn a lesson I didn't want to learn about the sex lives of dogs.

The dog was finally in position over her but I noticed just before his blind stabs found her vagina that his cock had grown incredibly large. It looked larger than Mr. Moore's cock now. It was long and fat and pink. But the dog was moving so fast that I had trouble accurately judging its size.

Cathy's head had been hanging down despondently as she waited for the dog to take her and get it over with. But when his cock entered her, her head shot up, her eyes bulged out and it looked like every muscle in her body tensed up.

She screamed again when the ***** cock entered her. It was an a****l like scream, not of pain but of pure despair that broke my heart. She didn't move for several long moments as the a****l slammed his cock into her. But then she screamed again, even louder.

Mr. Moore chuckled and explained, "That scream was from the pain she experienced when the b**st's large **** entered her. See him shuddering? He's filling her with cum now."

The dog had stopped moving. He seemed to be resting his weight on her back and just relaxing while his cum shot into Cathy. But he wasn't just lying there. His body was quivering almost constantly.

Cathy had begun to chant something that I couldn't understand at first. But when I finally realized what she was saying I couldn't even breathe for a moment. Over and over she just kept repeating, "Somebody kill me. Somebody please kill me."

I didn't know how I was going to be able to face Cathy when I got home ... if I survived this horrible **** camp. I didn't understand something, though. I had known Cathy for years. I don't remember her going away for six weeks. So this must have been filmed before I met her. She seemed perfectly normal now. How could she have gone through what I have been watching and returned to a normal life?!

She was divorced, though. Could the events that took place here be the reason for her marriage falling apart?

My vision had been turned inward as I pondered that mystery. I was still staring at the screen, but I wasn't really seeing it. Not until she screamed again. I focused on the television just as Mr. Moore explained, "That was the dog pulling his **** out of her pussy after he was through filling her cunt with dog cum."

The dog was led away and everyone followed Cathy as she made her way out of the barn on her hands and knees. She was ordered into a trough and made to clean the cum from her body in the cold, dirty water. When she finally climbed back out, someone tossed her a dirty burlap feed sack to dry off with.

She dried off as well as she could and two of the larger boys dragged her into their bus for the ride back to camp. I doubt if it was a pleasant bus ride. Not for Cathy anyway. A lot of those boys looked like they had enjoyed the show a little too much.

The screen went to black then. That was the end of the DVD, thankfully. I don't know how Cathy could have stood it, because I couldn't stand to watch another minute of it.

I turned to face Mr. Moore. He was unbuckling his belt. He dropped his pants and then pulled his cock out of Joni's mouth long enough to push his underwear down. He put his cock back into her mouth and ordered me to kneel behind him and eat his ass while Joni sucked his cock.

I had never performed such a disgusting task. I had never heard of anyone doing something like that and it never occurred to me that people might. But I was just as broken as Cathy was. I knew that I could never survive what I had just watched them do to her.

I moved quickly into position behind Mr. Moore and buried my face in the crack of his ass. I felt around with my tongue until I found his anus and began to do everything I could to please it. He groaned loudly and from that I had to assume that he was pleased.

The sounds from the wet sloppy blowjob that Joni was giving him got louder and a few minutes later I felt his ass clamp down on my tongue as he shot his cum into her mouth.

Joni and I both remained in position until he pushed us away. We helped him pull his pants up and he said, "I think you girls got the right message from your orientation. As soon as you take care of Mr. Meggett I want you to go down to the lake and see what you can do to help out Todd and Paul."

I didn't know who the hell Mr. Meggett was. But I turned around and there was the cook with his pants down and his hard cock in his hand. As Mr. Moore moved away the cook said, "Don't move, ladies."

He took Mr. Moore's place, except that he was facing the other direction. I placed my lips around the head of his cock and began sliding them down his hard shaft while Joni began eating him out from behind. It was a disgusting chore, for both of us. But it became apparent that there was a benefit. It seemed to be over much more quickly when we did it this way.

In only three or four minutes the cook pulled my face tight to his stomach. His cock was buried in my throat and I felt it throbbing as he came down my throat. Joni and I helped him pull his pants back up.

After the cook walked away without another word to us we slowly got to our feet. Joni and I didn't speak. What could we say? We slowly made our way back out to the lake. I desperately wanted a drink first. But I was too scared to ask. I was still in shock from watching that horrible, horrible movie.

As soon as we stepped outside the sounds of young boys playing in the water filled the air around us. They looked and sounded just like normal k**s, not a gang of r****ts who took pleasure in forcing themselves on women.

Most of them were playing in the water near the shore. A few of the older boys were out on the raft playing the way boys play, pushing and shoving and yelling excitedly.

Todd was teaching four of the younger boys how to paddle a canoe. Everyone seemed to be having fun. They ignored us as we made our way to the beach.

Joni and I stopped at the edge of the beach and I imagine that she was thinking the same thing I was, "Please, leave me alone for a while! I can't take much more of this!"

That was, of course, asking for too much from these horny little bastards. I heard Deshane's arrogant voice. He seemed to revel in the role of instigator. He was out on the raft and had apparently taken control of it. That was to be expected. He was the oldest and the largest of the boys in our section of the camp.

He ordered Joni and me to swim out to the raft and join him.

We waded out into the water and swam out to the raft without hesitation. Our recent "orientation film" was still fresh in our minds. I didn't think I'd ever get those horrible images out of my mind. It wasn't likely that either of us would refuse any of these boys anything after what we had just seen.

It took us less than a minute to swim out to the raft. We climbed up and waited for Deshane to tell us what he wanted from us.

He was sitting in the center of the raft and he waved us closer. When we were close enough he reached up and arranged me so that my legs were straddling his thighs and my pussy was about six inches from his face. He ordered me to spread my pussy open for him.

I felt a shiver of revulsion course through my body. But I obeyed instantly. I reached down and spread myself open and held my pussy that way for his amusement. The other boys, those that could swim, were gathering around, hanging onto the sides of the raft and watching us in amusement.

Deshane stared at my pussy for a moment. Then he reached up and inserted first one and then two fingers inside of me. He smiled up at me as his fingers sawed slowly in and out of me and said, "I don't know if I'm going to be able to wait three weeks to fuck you, bitch. That is some prime pussy you got there.

You might think that by this point I would be inured to the horrible embarrassment these boys were inflicting on us. It had been going on nearly constantly since early yesterday evening.

That point will probably come before we leave this camp in six weeks. But I hadn't reached it yet. I was incredibly embarrassed. I thought it might be easier to stand this treatment if I didn't watch him. I looked up, intending to stare out onto an empty body of water. Instead I saw two small flotillas of canoes and kayaks, one heading in each direction. They were the boys from the other two sections of the camp.

There were half a dozen craft in each group, and one counselor accompanying each small flotilla. They were coming from opposite directions and had been about to reach us when Deshane had apparently seen them and decided to put Joni and me on display for the boys from the other camps.

The boys had stopped paddling and the canoes were all stationary now. They were all close enough to have a good view of the degrading position I was in.

I heard a couple of the older boys calling out to Deshane. They encouraged him to do any number of obscene things to me. But he had his own idea. He ordered me to turn around and bend over, keeping my knees locked and my legs straight. He lifted his ass up off of the raft and ordered me to pull his shorts down.

When his hard cock was sticking up in the air he said, "Okay, bitch. I'm going to teach you a new trick. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there."

I put my hands behind my lower back and grabbed one wrist with my hand to help keep them in place.

He spread the cheeks of my ass and tickled my asshole for a moment while the k**s made obscene comments. Then he took his hands away and said, "Okay, bitch. Now I want you to bend down and wrap your lips around my cock. Keep your legs and your back straight and slide your lips down until they are wrapped around the base of my cock."

I gasped in fear. I'm a teacher. I'm not stupid. I know what is going to happen once I move past my center of gravity. I am going to lose my balance and without the use of my hands I am going to slide down his fat cock shaft, totally out of control!

I was tempted to plead with him to be reasonable. But I remembered watching what happened to Cathy. I would put up with a lot of pain to avoid being put through what she was.

Deshane's massive cock was long enough that I would take the head of it into my mouth before losing my balance. But as soon as I began to lean down I lost my balance. It slid quickly and painfully into my throat.

One of the hardest things I've ever done was let it happen without bringing my hands out from behind my back to stop my fall. But once I had his cock in my mouth I couldn't get back up. I was off balance with nearly a foot of big, black cock down my throat. I couldn't move and I couldn't breathe. But I was determined not to disobey, even if I fell u*********s from lack of oxygen.

Deshane finally took pity on me. He reached under me and lifted me off of his cock. I gasped and fought to fill my lungs with air while he held me up off of his cock. Then he asked, "Are you ready to try it again?"

I groaned in despair, but then I whispered, "Yes, sir."

He chuckled and continued to hold me up off of his cock. He whispered, "Would you like to do something else instead?"

I sobbed quietly and in a raspy voice I answered, "Yes, please."

His tongue stabbed between my legs and teased my pussy for a moment. Then he said, "Stand up."

I stood up and he ordered me to kneel beside him. When I was where he wanted me he put his finger in my mouth and used it to guide my head. When his lips were right by my ear he whispered, "You know we ain't allowed to fuck you for the first three weeks, right?"

I nodded.

He whispered, "I can't wait three weeks to fuck you, bitch. I want some of that pussy before they tear it all up. Some of the men will probably fuck you after supper tonight. But they won't spend the night. They are all fucked out. When you are alone in your cabin, after they have gone back to their cabins, I want you to knock on the wall. When I hear that I'll come and fuck you. If you do that for me I'll take it easy on you for a few days. Do we have a deal?"

He took his finger from my mouth and I looked in his eyes for a moment. I was terrified. I wasn't terrified so much at the idea of him fucking me. I dreaded it. But if it was a choice between fucking him and having his cock in my throat, I'll take fucking him every time.

But what if Mr. Moore finds out? Would I be in trouble? Would I end up being driven out to that barn in the back of a pickup truck?

My mind was spinning out of control. I didn't know what to do. None of the very few options I could imagine seemed acceptable. I started to look to Joni for advice but Deshane grabbed a handful of my hair and quietly but emphatically snapped, "I asked you a damned question, bitch! Answer my question or let's get back to what we were doing."

I whined a timid response, "I don't know what to say. I don't want to get in trouble. I want to do what's right. I've seen what they do to girls that screw up."

Deshane did his best to sound reasonable when he said, "And I don't want to get shipped home. So you do what I want and we are both careful. You get a break from the fun and games and I get laid. Everyone is happy."

He started twisting my hair and I finally gave in. "Okay! I'll do it! Please stop hurting me."

He relaxed his grip and chuckled. He knew he was going to win. He had known it when he called me out here to this fucking raft. He smiled and said, "Good girl."

Then he released me and said, "Okay, guys. I'm through with the bitch if anyone else wants to play with it."

Then he got up, pulled his shorts up and dove in the water. He left Joni and me for the rest of the k**s to play with and swam back to shore.

I noticed one of the canoes moving closer. It was the canoe with the counselor from the section of the camp with the younger k**s. The counselor was grinning and looking me over closely.

He never said a word to me. He watched in amusement as boys began to scramble up onto the raft and attack Joni and me. Once more we had hands all over us and boys lined up to fuck our mouths.

I was too busy after that to pay any attention to boating traffic. Joni and I were both kept busy until the bell rang for dinner. I don't even know how much time passed or how many boys had ****d us. Their cocks seemed to be eternally erect. During that entire period of time the few boys that were on the raft with us were always tormenting our bodies, r****g our mouths, or waiting their turn to **** us again.

Joni and I both collapsed after the dinner bell rang, but not before the last two boys that were r****g us finally achieved yet another orgasm.

The boys dove off of the raft and swam ashore. I suppose that they needed to hurry to dinner so that they could replenish all of the calories they had burned off. The poor dears, r****g a couple of helpless women must be exhausting. It took Joni and me a long time to gather our strength and make it to shore. Mr. Moore glanced up and shot us a nasty look when we finally made it to the mess hall. He looked like he was getting impatient. I don't know what his problem was. We weren't keeping him from anything.

Joni and I went to the serving line. But we had no appetite. We were too tired to eat and our jaws too tired and sore to chew. We each got a cup of coffee and took our seats at the staff table.

Mr. Moore could see that we were exhausted. He chuckled and said, "Well, Lara, I warned you that the boys would be ... happy to see you for the first week or two. I don't suppose that you can blame them."

I ignored my coffee. I rested my face in my hands and wept quietly. I had only been in this hell camp for slightly less than thirty hours! There was no way that I was going to last for six weeks. Not like this.

I finally seemed to run out of tears. The men were all ignoring me. I wiped my eyes and glanced around. The boys seemed unconcerned as well. Joni was staring down at her coffee. She seemed embarrassed and uncomfortable. I guess a lot of that was guilt. She probably felt bad about bringing me up here. But I really didn't blame her. It wasn't her fault I was here.

I finally took a sip of my coffee. It had gotten cool, too cool to drink. I thought about getting up and getting another cup. But I decided instead to wait and have some more of Joni's mouthwash when we got back to our cabin.

The men talked quietly, about the day and about the usual things men talk about; sports, work, sex, things like that. They ignored the boys. The boys finished their meals and a few at a time they went to their dorms.

There was a bonfire scheduled for tonight and they were free until then. Mr. Moore and Rodney got up once the k**s were all gone from the room. They took their trays up and then came back to the table. Mr. Moore said, "You ladies are free until the bonfire. You'll be required to attend that. But I'm going to give you the night off after that. You both look like shit."

I almost cried in relief when he told us we would have the night off. But then I remembered Deshane. I had no choice but to discuss this with Joni. After all, I couldn't keep it from her. Deshane was coming to our cabin to fuck me. She would probably notice a six foot, six inch black man in our room.

We took our cups up and then hurried back to our cabin before anyone could make us do anything else. I collapsed onto my bed while Joni went in and got her mouthwash. While she poured us each another strong drink I said, "I have a problem Joni. I need you to tell me what I should do."

She handed me the drink and after taking a big sip she sat down beside me on my bed. I took several sips before I reminded her of what Deshane had made me do on the raft a couple of hours ago. She shivered. She obviously remembered it almost as vividly as I did.

I finally explained, "I thought he was going to kill me. But he made me a deal. After he pulled me up off of his cock he told me that if I would let him know when it was safe to come to my room tonight by tapping on the wall when we were alone, he would stop making me slide down on his cock. He would sneak into our cabin tonight and fuck me instead. He said that he couldn't wait three weeks to get laid. I told him yes. But I'm scared to death that we'll get caught and I'll end up in that barn."

Joni thought about it for a minute and said, "I don't think they can blame you. You're instructions were to do whatever they told you. How can they blame you?"

I sighed and said, "Because I'll be breaking the rules with him and not reporting him."

Joni was quiet for a moment before she said, "Oh yeah."

No one spoke for a long moment after that. We sipped our drinks and thought about it. Then I started thinking out loud. "On the one hand, that k** is large and very dangerous. If I pissed him off he would hurt me and enjoy the hell out of it. On the other hand, I could never survive what they did to Cathy in that barn."

Another long silence, then I asked, "What would you do, Joni?"

She thought about it for a minute before she said, "I'm more afraid of Mr. Moore than anyone else out here. Besides, what if it's some kind of test?"

I hadn't thought of that!

I gulped down the rest of my drink and then went in and brushed my teeth. I was terrified, but I said to Joni, "Wish me luck."

She asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

I smiled. I could tell by her voice, and by the look on her face, that she really didn't want to go. I shook my head and said, "No. Better you stay out of it."

Mr. Moore's cabin stood alone behind the admin building. I stepped outside and walked over to the admin building and spent a couple of minutes trying to look like I was looking at the bulletin board. I looked around carefully. I didn't see anyone walking around. It appeared that everyone was in their dorm.

I looked around nervously one last time and then hurriedly ducked down the side of the admin building and knocked on Mr. Moore's door. He called out, "Who is it?"

I identified myself and he yelled, "Come in!"

He looked up from his cot. He was sitting there reading a magazine. He seemed annoyed at being bothered. He asked impatiently, "What the hell are you doing here? What do you want? It better be good!"

I took a deep breath. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I cleared my throat and responded, "Something has come up that wasn't covered in the orientation. I need to know what I'm supposed to do. If someone here made me agree to do something that was against the rules, should I report it?"

He smiled. It was an evil smile which did nothing to reassure me that I was doing the right thing. He finally asked, "Did someone tell you to do something that is against the rules, Lara?"

I almost snapped. But I made myself calm down and said, "Please, Mr. Moore. Please don't play with me. I'm trying to do what is right. But I don't know what that is!"

He sat there for a long time before he asked, "If you tell me what this thing is that you may or may not have agreed to do, will I have to do something about it?"

I nodded.

He thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Will any of the boys be endangered if you don't report it?"

I shook my head.

He smiled and said, "Then you were never here."

I turned to leave. But before I stepped out of the door I asked, "And I won't be punished if someone finds out?"

He didn't answer. I turned back around to look at his face. He finally said, "If I end up having to punish you, it won't be out at the barn. I'll take it easy on you. But I would recommend that you don't get caught."

That wasn't the answer I was hoping for.

I went back to my cabin and I told Joni what had taken place. She suggested that maybe I should have told him.

I shuddered and asked, "Would you want Deshane mad at you?"