Camp Clear Lake; Hell Camp, 02 (by Vulgus)

Chapter 5



We talked quietly after that. I would have liked to have had another drink. But it was going to be a long, unpleasant six weeks and we had no way to get another supply of rum. So we sipped a plain Coke and tried to figure out who among our circle of acquaintances was responsible for all of us having to come out here and serve as sex slaves for all these males.

Neither of us could come up with a single possibility. There was no one that we had done anything to, as far as we knew. And this had all started before either Joni or I had become friends with the other girls that had been brought up here and tormented for six weeks. It just didn't make sense.

We talked quietly until it was finally time for the bonfire. Even after everything that had happened to me today, I still found it difficult to walk out of our door in the nude. But I wouldn't be surprised if I felt that same way six weeks from now. Even if we weren't fair game out there among all of those males, I would still not feel right about walking outside in the nude.

When we got to the small circular seating area around the bonfire we saw that almost everyone else was already there. There were two adults speaking with Mr. Moore that I didn't recognize.

When she saw them, Joni swore under her breath and said, "Sorry, I forgot to warn you. These guys work for the main office. They bring firewood around to all three sections of the camp and get the fires started. We are going to have to take care of them, too."

I almost wasn't shocked. After all, it was just two more dicks to drain. There had been so many in the last day and a half. What was two more?!

Mr. Moore waved us over and we made our way through the boys, getting rudely groped all the way. When we were standing next to the three men, Mr. Moore asked me, "Did Joni explain?"

I nodded.

Nothing more was said. The men grabbed us by the arm and led us over to their pickup truck. It was parked right beside the woodpile that they had just unloaded. They bent us over the tailgate side by side. We heard them behind us, opening their pants and getting their dicks out.

Joni nudged me with her elbow. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her drop a big gob of spit on her fingers and quickly use it to lubricate her pussy. Why the hell didn't I think of that?!! I quickly did the same thing just before I felt a large cock pressing against my pussy.

Fuck! Why didn't I do this before! It hardly hurt at all when that big, black cock slammed into me.

I was aware of all the boys watching us getting ****d by two more men. But it almost didn't matter now. Well, that isn't true. It mattered. It was incredibly humiliating. But after all I had been through it wasn't as traumatic as it would have been two days ago.

I only hoped that they were so well drained that nothing would come of it. It wasn't until the two men were nearly finished that I remembered that the boys that couldn't swim hadn't been able to make it to the raft to take advantage of us this afternoon. We might still be faced with draining eight or ten of the younger boys, even if we got lucky and the other boys were done for the day.

The men fucking us took their time. They were standing side by side, talking casually as if they were not r****g a couple of women whose names they didn't even know. They compared our asses and our pussies and then, half way through they changed places. It didn't matter though. I couldn't tell the difference. I was actually glad that they had decided to opt for vaginal sex instead of oral sex. My throat really needed a rest.

They finally came inside of us. They stepped back and casually put their cocks away. They obviously did this all the time. It was just part of the job. Joni and I were just one more perk as far they were concerned. They ignored us but waved at Mr. Moore to acknowledge his generosity, thanking him for sharing his pussy. Then they went around and got in the truck without every saying a word to us.

Joni and I stood up as they started to pull away. We were only about fifteen feet from the lake so we walked down to the water. We waded in and rinsed our crotches and our thighs. Then we went back and sat down close to Mr. Moore in the hopes that the boys would leave us alone.

I guess we should have known better.

Paul stood up and made a few announcements. Then he started telling a story. It was not, however, the kind of story you expected to hear around a bonfire at a boys camp. Certainly not from a camp counselor!

His story involved the **** and humiliation of two virginal teenage white girls from the suburbs that had been tricked into getting off at the wrong bus stop in the city. It was a long story and he supplied a lot of gory details. As I listened to that disturbing tale and the relish with which he told it I began to strongly suspect that it was a true story and that Paul had been one of the r****ts in the story.

The intimate details he supplied in such graphic detail left me with the impression that this was more than a story. A shiver went down my spine as I listened to him with growing distress. I watched his face and it looked very much like he was recounting those horrible events from memory.

Not long after he started telling his disgusting story, one of the younger boys came over and asked, Mr. Moore, "Is it okay?"

They didn't look at me or Joni. The question was vague. But we all knew what he was asking.

Mr. Moore smiled and nodded. The boy turned to us and said, "Come on."

I sighed and got to my feet. I didn't want to sit there and listen to Paul's story. But my mouth and throat were exhausted and very sore. I would really have loved it if they would just leave us alone for this one evening. We could have really used an evening to recuperate.

And I still had to fuck Deshane tonight!

We followed the boy to a log where four of the younger boys were sitting on the ground, leaning back against the log behind them for support. The boy that had the nerve to get up and ask for our services peeled his shorts down and sat down on the end. He wiggled his finger at Joni.

She dropped to her knees between his legs and went right to work.

I watched for a second, along with the other four boys. But only for a second or two before the boy next to him lifted his butt off the ground and pulled his shorts off. He grinned at me and I dropped to my knees and began to suck his hard little cock. Keep in mind that in this instance little is a comparative term. I am pretty certain that all of these boys, even the youngest, had longer cocks than my husband. But compared to the men and the older boys, the younger boys were much easier to handle.

We ended up sucking off eight of the younger boys, one right after the other. I assumed that these were the non-swimmers that hadn't been able to make it out to the raft earlier.

After we sucked off the eight boys we began to get passed around to the other boys. We got an occasional rest period in between blowjobs. But until the story ended and the campfire burned down, Joni and I were both kept busy moving around the group of boys whenever one of them called out to us, usually using some derogatory term such as, "Hey cunt! Get your ass over here!" or "Rest period is over, bitch. Get over here and suck on this hard cock!"

I was sitting on a log recuperating when Rodney waved me over just before Mr. Moore sent the boys to their dorms for the night. He made me suck his cock for a few minutes and then he put me on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind.

I didn't have time to use Joni's trick to use saliva to moisten my sensitive flesh. But I guess I was still leaking a little bit of leftover cum from the men who delivered the wood for the fire. It wasn't that painful when Rodney ****d me. At least I hope that is the reason that my pussy wasn't dry. The alternative is too disturbing to even contemplate.

I didn't enjoy getting ****d by Rodney. But as he was fucking me I thought that it would work to my advantage when Deshane showed up in my room in a little while. Rodney's large cock would certainly stretch me out and get me ready for that huge log of male flesh that Deshane was planning to attack me with tonight.

The boys were sent to their dorms and Joni was forced to give Paul a blowjob. I guess he turned himself on with his nasty story. But thankfully, Mr. Moore and Todd were sated. Neither of those men required any further time r****g us this evening.

We all walked back to our cabins once the men were through using us. We were required to check on the boys before going to our cabin. But they were all worn out and already in bed.

Joni and I entered and walked slowly down the center aisle with every boy staring at our naked bodies with the certain knowledge that we were theirs to use. If any one of them had tossed his blanket off and said, "Get over here and suck my cock, cunt!" we would have done it. We had no choice.

I nodded at Deshane when I got to the end of the row of bunks and then Joni and I turned and went to our cabin.

I had one more weak drink with Joni before I knocked on the wall to signal Deshane that he could come to our cabin and fuck me. We talked about Deshane.

Joni remembered him well from last year. She was obviously embarrassed to talk about him. She mentioned that he was cruel, but I already knew that.

He was also devious. That seemed pretty obvious, too.

She also said that he fucked like a rampaging bull. I was about to find that out. But I had presumed that to be the case.

She said that at first, the first few times in fact, it had been painful and unpleasant. But once she had gotten used to having sex with him it was hard not to appreciate the length and girth of that incredible cock of his. It was the largest she had ever experienced. It was unlikely that she would ever come across another like it in her lifetime after she left here at the end of this six week period.

I realized after listening to her for a few minutes that she was talking about her experience with Deshane last year in a wistful voice. She was remembering her time with him last year with apparent fondness! Her emotions were obviously mixed on the subject. She didn't like the boy, well, man really. He wasn't likeable. And she would have much preferred that she had never been exposed to this **** camp experience. But I got the impression that she had missed getting fucked by Deshane!

We talked about him until our cups were empty. There was no excuse to put it off any longer. Joni went to bed and we turned off the lights. I went to the bathroom and tapped lightly on the partition between our cabin and the dorm.

Then I crossed our darkened cabin and stood by the door, ready to admit the next young man that was going to **** me.

For a long time nothing happened. I started to wonder if Deshane had heard me. I glanced over at Joni. She was lying in her bed, all covered up and facing the wall. Even though I had detected a feeling of wistfulness when she had thought back to having sex with him, she was probably hoping that Deshane would devote his attention to me this evening.

I, on the other hand, was terrified. I don't think that I could have survived that stunt he was pulling out on the raft this afternoon. I would have suffocated long before he reached orgasm. That was the only reason that I had agreed to meet him like this.

But I would be less than totally honest if I didn't admit that I was curious to see what it would feel like to have sex with a man who had a huge cock like Deshane's. He was blessed with a very impressive organ. But if I did have to submit to someone with a cock that large I would feel better about it if it came attached to a more mature man who did not have a r****t mentality, a man who was compassionate and sensitive. Not a raging bull.

I was just about to go back and tap on the wall again when I heard someone approaching. I opened the door just as Deshane stepped up onto our steps. He didn't wait to be invited in. He pulled the screen door open and pushed past me. I closed the door and turned to face him.

He is so large! He looks like a football player. But then, he probably is. He is almost a foot and a half taller than me and I bet he weighs close to two hundred pounds. And there is not an ounce of fat on him.

I had been standing in the dark long enough for my eyes to adjust. I could see the arrogant sneer on his face as he stood looking down at me.

I couldn't meet his gaze. I looked down, ashamed at what I was about to do. The only thing that Deshane was wearing was a pair of white jockey shorts. The bulge in the front of them was obvious even in the dark. And his cock was still soft!

He glanced around and then pulled me over to my bed. He sat down and bounced up and down for a second before saying, "This is a hell of lot more comfortable than that fucking cot in the dorm. I might want to start spending more of my time in here."

I responded timidly, "You don't want to get sent home, do you?"

He sneered and asked, "Are you going to turn me in, bitch?"

I rapidly shook my head and explained, "No! But if they catch you ... if they catch us I mean, in the first three weeks ... you know."

He stood up again and quickly pushed his underwear off. He got into my bed and pulled me in after him. He took me in his large, strong arms and pressed his muscular body against mine. I felt totally overwhelmed!

He started moving his large hand over my body. Though he was apparently fully grown and looked like a man, his touch was rough and immature. He watched his hand exploring my flesh, *******, probing, and as difficult as it is to admit, he began to see me respond to his crude touch.

My nipples hardened and I felt the tingling between my legs that indicated my body's growing arousal. His cock was resting on my thigh. I felt it beginning to twitch as he became aroused. I glanced down at it and found it hard to believe that thing would actually fit inside of me.

He continued to grope me for a few minutes before he leaned down and covered my lips with his own. His tongue began to probe my mouth like a small cock. Except that it was not all that small! It was as large as the rest of him and very intrusive.

I returned his kiss in self defense. It was not a pleasant kiss, not sexy in the least. Yet somehow I felt myself responding to it.

I hated to admit it. But something about being taken and overwhelmed this way was having an effect on me. This "k**" was so large and so virile, so primitive! Yes, that was it! He was primitive. I would never say it aloud. But something inside of me was responding to his primitive advances.

He continued to grope my body and kiss me, if what he was doing could be called kissing. I had never been kissed like that before. My first reaction was, "This is disgusting! This is degrading!"

But it wasn't long before I became aware that my body, and even my treasonous mind were responding to this "k**" who was in my bed because it had come down to a choice between letting him fuck me or taking a chance on dying, suffocating with his cock buried deep in my throat.

I don't know if he realized the effect he was having on me or if he was just ready to move on. He rolled over onto his back and ordered me to suck his cock.

I would have preferred that we skip this part. But at least he wasn't going to make me stand over him, wrap my lips around the head of his cock and fall onto it in some sort of perverted seppuku-like ritual.

I moved down until my face was on a level with his cock. It was hard now, standing incredibly tall. It was nearly as thick as my wrist, and throbbing in anticipation.

I couldn't deny that it was an impressive organ and that looking at it was exciting. But it was scary, too. He was a scary young man. I had to wonder, though, if that wasn't part of the thrill I felt running through me when I looked at his hard cock.

And there was a thrill. I couldn't really understand what it was I felt when I looked at it. I could only guess that on some genetic level my subconscious mind reacted to his monstrous cock. It must be something deep inside of a woman that relates somehow to "the survival of the fittest." How else could a male sex organ so large and threatening, guaranteed to bring as much pain as it brought pleasure, cause these feelings in an intelligent woman, in me?

I leaned forward and kissed and licked his cock. I caressed it with my hands and with my cheeks. I hated it that I felt my arousal continuing to grow as I ministered to this arrogant youth's cock. But there was no avoiding the fact that I would not have to dab saliva into my pussy when he was ready to use this thing on me. I knew that my pussy was lubricating now.

I finally wrapped my lips around Deshane's fat cock and began working them down the intimidating shaft. I could only take a couple of inches of it into my mouth in this position. So I did what I had to do to please him. I got up on my knees and leaned down over him. I took his cock back in my mouth and started forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth and then my throat. Just before my eyes started filling with tears I noticed Joni out of the corner of my eye. She had turned over and was lying there in the dark now, watching me submit to Deshane. I couldn't see her expression. I could only see her eyes glowing in the dim light as she watched me submit.

Forty-eight hours ago I would have been extremely humiliated if I had become aware of someone watching me have sex. Now it no longer seemed to matter. But that fact didn't make me happy. This was only my second night here. I didn't want to be jaded. I didn't want to see such a huge change in myself, especially not this quickly.

It still wasn't easy. But I finally managed to swallow all of Deshane's fat cock. He lay there watching me struggle to please him with my mouth and my hands for a few minutes. Then he said, "Okay, bitch. Let's try something different. Climb up there and sit on it."

That wasn't as easy it might sound. But I thought that it would be preferable to having him loom over me and slam that thing into me violently. And I had no doubt that if he got on top of me and put that thing inside of me the ensuing **** would be extremely violent. That was just how Deshane did things.

I struggled for a long time before I managed to wedge the tip of his cock inside of me. I had to almost stand up on the bed to put it in place. Once the tip was lined up I slowly applied pressure. I felt my pussy stretching painfully and then, suddenly, the head of his massive cock popped inside of me and I slid down the shaft several inches before I was able to stop and let my body adjust to being so full.

Holy Christ! I had never felt so stretched out in my life! And that was just the head of his cock and perhaps an inch or two of the shaft!

I began to slowly work Deshane's cock into my pussy. It wasn't easy, even though I was obviously very aroused and very wet. I slid down on it an inch or two and then back up. It was very uncomfortable, both the massive male organ that was slowly entering me and the pain I was beginning to experience in my legs as I struggled to keep from dropping down onto it all at once.

I had been so distracted by Deshane's big cock that I had forgotten all about Joni. But I suddenly remembered that I had an audience. I glanced over and saw Joni sitting up in her bed now. She was sitting there in the dark, staring at us and playing with her pussy!

I finally managed to get about ten inches of fat cock inside of me. I felt like I was having a baby! I knew there was still more of his cock. But it was hitting something inside of me now and I didn't think I could get any more of it inside of me.

I started sliding up and down while he lay back with his hands behind his head. His eyes moved back and forth between my face and my breasts. He looked unaffected by what I was doing or what he was seeing. My naked breasts were bouncing around with increasingly violent motion but to look at his face you might think he was at home watching a tennis match on television!

After several minutes he said, "That feels pretty nice, bitch. But you still have a couple of inches of cock down there that are looking for some attention. Do you need some help with that?"

I moaned in fear and tried to reason with him. Between grunts caused by the effort and the pain I said in a panting, breathless voice, "Deshane, I can't take any more than that inside of me. Don't you feel that? The head of your cock is punching me in the guts on ever stroke!"

His expression never changed. In an emotionless voice he said, "Try."

I bent over and looked down. There was still two inches of cock that just wouldn't go inside of me. The fattest part of his shaft was still between my pussy and his kinky pubic hair.

I slowed down and started putting more of my weight into my down strokes. I cried out in pain with every stroke. It was as bad as or maybe even worse than when he shoved that monster down my throat!

I started crying again, half in pain and half in frustration. I knew that if I didn't manage to satisfy him he was going to force those last two inches into me without regard to the pain it caused me.

I knew that I was getting closer. I had to be, the pain was unbearable. I was just about to say the hell with it and let my bodyweight carry me down the rest of the way onto that instrument of torture he called a cock when Joni suddenly appeared beside my bed. She leaned down and whispered in Deshane's ear.

Whatever it was she said he didn't like it. He started to glower ferociously. But just before I gave in and sank down the rest of the way he said, "Okay, bitch. That's far enough. I guess I'll have to settle for letting you tickle those last two inches with your lips."

I was sobbing loudly then. The pain was all but unbearable. But I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I got the reprieve. I returned to jumping up and down on all but the last couple of inches of his cock. Now that I wasn't trying to stab myself with the rest of it and was even able to back off a little, it didn't feel half bad.

Joni started back towards her bed but Deshane stopped her. He said, "Hold on, cunt. If you are going to get involved you might as well help out. Get down there and lick my balls while your girlfriend fucks me."

Joni turned around and winked at me. I don't know what she said to him. But I think she must have seen the gratitude on my face. She stretched out behind me and I felt the hair on her head tickling my ass as I fucked Deshane.

Now I started to have another problem. The pain was all but gone. I was left with the friction caused by the largest cock I had ever seen. I hated to let either Joni or Deshane see me surrender to what I was feeling. But it wasn't long at all before I was fighting futilely to keep from having a very loud orgasm.

I came once, groaning and crying out quietly. But the second time, just as I was about to cum he reached up and grabbed my tits. He started squeezing viciously. And for some reason it felt wonderful! I screamed uncontrollably and began driving my pussy up and down on his massive cock like a mad woman.

Deshane came inside of me and I shivered and collapsed on top of him. It wasn't until I calmed down that I realized I had his entire cock inside of me! I don't know where. I don't know how. But my pussy was still tightly clamped down on the very base of his cock.

I started to get up but Deshane snapped, "Don't move! I'll let you know when you need to move."

I could feel Joni between our legs. She was still licking his balls. I guess he liked it because I don't think his cock ever got soft. We lay like that for several minutes until our breathing returned to more or less normal. Then he said, "Okay, Joni. You can go back to bed now."

Joni got up and went back to her bed on the other side of the room. Before she got there, Deshane rolled over on top of me and began to slowly plunge his cock into me. I spread my legs open a little more and tried not to think about the pain that I knew was about to come.

Much to my surprise, it didn't!

I was a little tender. I felt his cock bottoming out inside of me. But what little pain there was quickly disappeared as the lust grew and took its place. He began to **** me with more and more violent strokes. His pubic bone was slamming into me brutally and the sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the wooden walls and filled the room. Deshane was resting most of his weight on my much smaller body as he ****d me. I was totally overwhelmed. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before!

It was the most violent sex act I had ever experienced. It was more violent than those first ****s shortly after I arrived. It was more violent than when he had fucked my mouth and driven that monster cock into my throat for the first time in the mess hall after all of the younger boys had taken a turn.

And I found myself struggling to keep from screaming at him to fuck me harder!

It went on and on, I'm sure he lasted a week, maybe two! I felt myself turning into a total slut under his overpowering body.

I cried and came and cried and came again. I buried my face against his chest to keep from screaming so loud that people would come to see what was wrong.

And when he finally came I suddenly realized that my arms and legs were wrapped around his large, muscular body, pulling him down on top of me, attempting to pull him into me with all of my strength.

I was on the verge of a final orgasm when he came and collapsed on top of me. I was close enough that I came for a last incredible time by grinding my pussy against his pubic bone and shivering like I was freezing to death.

Just as I began to think that I was going to suffocate he got up, grabbed his underwear, and left without a word!

I couldn't move! I lay there in the dark, still panting like a bitch in heat. I was trying to get my fuzzy brain to work. I was attempting to analyze what I had just done, or what had been done to me.

I felt my mattress move. I opened my eyes to see Joni sitting on the edge of my bed and smiling down at me. She smiled when our eyes met and asked, "How did you like getting fucked by a bull?"

I was glad it was dark and she couldn't see me blush. But I chuckled and said, "I fucked with the bull, I got the horn!"

Joni smiled and said, "He is amazing. It's a damned shame he's such a fucking asshole!"

I had to ask Joni to help me up. My body hurt all over. But my stomach and my sorely abused reproductive organs were so painful that I couldn't stand without help. And once I was on my feet I could barely walk.

She helped me to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet while she ran a hot shower for me. I would have dearly loved a hot bubble bath right then. But all we had was a small shower stall. The hot water did help, though.

Joni got in the small shower with me. It was a tight squeeze. But she gently helped me to get cleaned up. I really did need her help at that moment. She was very good at it, too. But the only thing on my mind was going to bed and sleeping. I hoped that I would be recovered in the morning. It occurred to me that Mr. Moore would probably find some way of making things a little harder than he might have normally to punish me for breaking the rules ... or for telling him that I was going to. I wasn't sure which.

Joni helped me to bed after my shower. I felt a little better. But everything still hurt and I was worried about tomorrow. She gave me a couple of Tylenol and then we both lay awake in the dark dreading tomorrow. But it had been an exhausting day and we both fell asleep quickly.

Chapter 6

I didn't even hear the alarm in the morning. When I awoke, Joni had already showered. She woke me up in time to take another shower. I was surprised to find that most of the aches and pains were gone. My stomach was still tender, as if I had been punched in the stomach yesterday. But it was just a twinge, not enough that it would keep me from another long day of ****.

I took a shower and brushed my teeth and hair. We put our sandals on and went around to check on our dorm. We knew the k**s were already up. We could hear them through the wall.

They behaved differently this morning. I don't know if it was because Mr. Moore wasn't with us or because they had spent a large portion of yesterday ******* us and making us suck their cocks. They were much less reserved this morning.

They let us do our jobs. We managed to inspect the beds and the bathroom. Everything was as it should be. Deshane was in charge in the absence of a counselor and he apparently didn't take any shit from anyone. He made sure the other k**s made their beds and cleaned up the bathroom after they were done using it.

But after we did our inspection this morning, getting groped freely as we went from bed to bed, we were stopped coming out of the bathroom by Deshane and Radd, another of the older k**s.

Deshane said, "Looks like we got finished early this morning, cunt. Breakfast isn't for another ten minutes yet. That's enough time for a little show."

The two boys ordered us to lie on the floor in the middle of the dorm and eat each other out. So much for taking it easy on me as Deshane promised. But then, this was easier than sliding my mouth up and down his massive cock.

I know that I had done this with Joni. I saw it on the DVD yesterday. But I don't remember it. I suddenly didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Joni took charge. She led me to the bare wooden floor and with no preamble, no foreplay of any kind, she pulled me down and put me on my back. She straddled my face and I found myself looking up into her pussy.

It was a sight I never thought I would see. There, inches from my face, was another woman's sex organ. It was clean and hairless and looked surprisingly sexy. It was just that even after watching that DVD yesterday, I hadn't thought about doing something like this. I suppose that I knew it was going to happen. But it wasn't anything I ever thought I'd do with another woman and now, early in the morning and stone cold sober it wasn't something I wanted to do.

I stared at Joni's hairless slit. I felt her face moving closer to my pussy. I felt her breath on me. Then I felt her warm, wet tongue. Not even a kiss first! She just started eating my pussy!

But I suppose she was used to doing whatever it took to entertain these young a****ls. I found it a little more difficult to do what they wanted. I forced myself to kiss her vulva. I had never shaved my pussy. I didn't even trim it very often. My blonde hair was so light and fine and even at the age of twenty-eight it was only a sparse covering. The only person that ever saw it was my husband and he seemed to like it this way.

I was amazed at how soft Joni's skin was. There wasn't even a trace of stubble. She must shave that thing every day!

I finally stopped kissing and began licking her tight slit, doing the things to her that she was doing to me. It wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be. In fact, when she started moaning and squirming around on top of me it was kind of exciting. I never thought I'd do this with another woman. But now that I was, and since I didn't have a choice, I kind of liked it!

I might have enjoyed it even more if we were not lying on the cold, hard floor, surrounded by twelve horny boys making crude and disgusting remarks and joking about what they were going to us for the next six weeks.

I don't think either of us was ever in danger of reaching orgasm. But I'd be lying if I said her tongue didn't feel good or that I didn't start to enjoy returning the flavor.

If they left us alone for a few minutes, or if they gave us a little more time, the results might have been different. But when it was time for breakfast the boys let us up and headed for the mess hall.

Joni and I used their bathroom to wash our faces and dry off our pussies. Then we joined them. By the time we arrived almost all of them had already gone through the serving line. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I ate nothing yesterday but a few bites of toast and a lot of cum.

Joni and I went through the serving line. I guess she was hungry too. We both filled up our trays. The men greeted us as if we were actual human beings when we joined them for breakfast. Then we were left alone to eat our breakfast.

Just as I was getting lulled into thinking I would be left alone to enjoy my morning meal the cook came out with the carafe of coffee and refilled everyone's cup. I heard the boys grow quiet as they turned their attention to the cook. He saved me for last again and just like yesterday he filled my cup, set the carafe down and pulled his cock out.

It wasn't pleasant. But I sucked so many cocks yesterday that it wasn't all that traumatic either. I sucked his cock until just before he reached orgasm. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me beat him off into my coffee cup.

He stepped back with a huge grin on his face and just watched. I finished him off with my hand, this time without his help. I aimed his spurting cock into my coffee cup, just like yesterday. I heard the immature giggles from the boys who were all watching me stir my coffee and sip it. After all the cum I ingested yesterday I guess I was becoming inured to the smell. It was still very noticeable. But I was able to ignore it and enjoy my second cup of coffee.

When I didn't react to my doctored coffee, the boys quickly lost interest and went back to their own conversations. Maybe if I continued to act as if I was unaffected by this perverse little pleasure, the cook and the others would grow tired of it and let me at least eat my breakfast in peace.

After breakfast we all took our trays up to be washed. Since we hadn't been given any instructions yet, we returned to our table and waited for Mr. Moore to tell us what he wanted us to do this morning.

I was in no hurry. I was certain that whatever it was it would be degrading.

The boys had all returned to their seats and were waiting to find out what the day's activities were going to be. When they finally grew quiet, Mr. Moore turned to me and asked, "Did Joni tell you what happened to her cunt hair?"

I glanced at Joni. Her face had grown white and her expression had become one of pure terror. I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Whatever was about to happen I knew it was going to be very bad. I expected Mr. Moore to punish me for what I was forced to do with Deshane last night. It looked like this was it. I was worried. But I tried to take comfort in the fact that he had promised that he wouldn't take me to the barn.

I looked back at Mr. Moore and tried to keep my voice calm when I answered, "No, sir. Joni has never discussed her lack of pubic hair with me."

He smiled and got to his feet.

The boys all looked up to see what he was going to say. Before he spoke, Joni whispered, "It isn't fair! She told you!"

Mr. Moore ignored Joni. He smiled at the boys in the room and announced, "Boys, one of the counselors has broken one of the rules."

All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. The image of that barn and what happened to Cathy Grant flashed through my mind. I shook my head and exclaimed breathlessly, "I asked you! I asked you what I should do!!"

Mr. Moore ignored me and continued his announcement. "Those of you that were here last year will remember how we punished Joni when she broke a rule. We are going to do the same thing with Lara. Her infraction was not serious enough to take her to the barn. So we will punish her here. Everyone please follow me."

Before I could move Todd and Paul had gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet. They half carried, half dragged me outside with everyone else following behind. I didn't know what was happening. But I knew I wasn't going to like it.

I was crying and whimpering like a small a****l caught in a trap. I suppose that was appropriate.

They brought me to the fire pit and put me down on my back on one of the smooth logs that the boys sat on in the evening. It was still a little cool outside and there was a thin coating of dew on the log. But I hardly noticed.

I didn't fight them. But I pleaded with them not to hurt me. They only smiled and used the ropes that were already in place to tie me down on my back on the log.

As soon as I was secure and unable to move, Mr. Moore told the boys to gather around. I could almost feel the anticipation in the air as they gathered close.

I waited to hear what fate awaited me. I was so scared that I was having trouble breathing. I felt lips on my forehead and opened my eyes. Through my tears I saw Joni looking down at me. She was crying too. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Honey, it is going to hurt like hell. But after ten or fifteen minutes you'll start to get numb and it won't be so bad. Be strong, Lara."

As pep talks go, that one wasn't all that effective. It did nothing to quiet my terror.

Mr. Moore stood over us, smiling down patiently until Joni stood up and stepped back. Then he held up his hand and said, "This, for those of you that don't know, is a pair of needle nose pliers. Lara is going to spend the day on this log. I want you boys to use these pliers to pull out her cunt hair. There is a method we use to make this more interesting. I don't want you boys to get all excited and jerk them all out in the next ten or fifteen minutes or so. We need to make this last for a while, to draw out the fun. First let me demonstrate how it is done."

Mr. Moore bent down and I felt the cold, hard metal against my skin. I drew in a breath and waited, teetering on the edge of panic. It was the worst kind of panic. It was helpless panic. There was nothing that I could do to defend myself.

I waited breathlessly for the pain I knew was about to come. But before he closed the jaws of the pliers and jerked out some of my pubic hair he explained to the boys that had gathered even closer, "The first thing you have to know is that you don't want to pull out too many hairs at a time. Carefully select three or four hairs that are close together, no more than half a dozen at a time. Any more than that and it is over too quickly. And this way she doesn't get numb as quickly. She gets to enjoy the full effect of our hard work. It is easier to isolate a few hairs at a time with natural blondes. They tend to have less hair and that makes the chore less tedious."

I felt the pliers move as he closed the jaws on some of my pubic hair. But before he pulled he continued his explanation. "Make sure to pull straight up when you are pulling her hair out. If you twist your wrist or pull to the side you may just break it off. We want to get it root and all. That way her cunt will stay nice and smooth like Joni's. And that way she gets the full effect."

He jerked on the pliers then and I screamed in pain as several of my pubic hairs were jerked out by the roots.

When I caught my breath I pleaded through my tears, "Mr. Moore, please stop this! Please, I don't deserve this! I asked you for your advice!"

But the son of a bitch just smiled and ignored me. He straightened up and handed the pliers to Deshane. Deshane chuckled and bent down over my pussy. I felt him fumbling around until he had several hairs in the jaws of the pliers. Then he looked up at me and smiled. He asked, "Are you ready, cunt?"

I struggled to look into his eyes through my tears. When I could finally focus on his face it all became clear. This had all been planned! He had been working with Mr. Moore to set me up for this from the start.

I was suddenly furious. I screamed and started to call him and Mr. Moore both every nasty name I could think of. Before I could utter another sound, though, Joni rushed forward and clamped her hand over my mouth. She quickly whispered, "The barn!" in my ear.

She was jerked away instantly. But her warning, those two words, had been enough. I bit my tongue and let my head back down on the log and waited for the next burst of pain to the most sensitive area of my body.

Deshane didn't jerk the hairs out the way that Mr. Moore had demonstrated. Instead, he began to slowly apply pressure, lifting slowly, pulling the hairs out so gradually that I could almost hear the roots give way as they came out of me.

It was much more painful that way. I began screaming in pain long before the hairs let go and pulled free. As my scream subsided I heard Mr. Moore chuckling.

I don't think that it was until that very moment that I realized what hate was. I had probably used the word as much as anyone. But it was only then that I recognized what I felt for Mr. Moore and for Deshane as true hatred.

Deshane dropped the pliers onto my stomach and then he and Mr. Moore bent Joni over a nearby log and began r****g her mouth and her pussy at the same time. As soon as they moved away the boys began to close around me.

There was a brief struggle for the pliers and then the torture began in earnest. The boys that had been here last year had plenty of advice on how to make this as unpleasant for me as possible. It wasn't constant pain. They took their time, drawing out. That way I never seemed to achieve that numbness that Joni had promised me.

Some of the boys jerked the hairs out. But most had apparently been impressed by the results that Deshane had achieved and they pulled straight up, slowly, drawing loud, anguished screams from my tortured throat.

Every fifteen or twenty minutes they would stop and two or three of the boys would fuck my mouth. When it warmed up the boys moved away and went swimming or got a canoe lesson from one of the other instructors. But I was almost never completely alone, and I was never alone for very long.

At lunch time the k**s went to the mess hall and ate. Joni and Mr. Moore came out. I wasn't released. But Joni stood back while Mr. Moore poured alcohol on my pussy. He said it was to cleanse my pussy to prevent infection. I suspect it was more to increase the pain.

I screamed as the alcohol worked its way into the injured and bleeding hair follicles. I couldn't bring myself to lift my head to inspect the damage.

He waited until I had started breathing normally again and then he poured more of that liquid fire onto my sensitive skin. He watched me, enjoying my pain, basking in my screams. Then he walked away.

Joni bent over me and held a straw up to my lips. She was crying nearly as hard as I was! I sipped at the milkshake she had brought me. The cool liquid felt wonderful on my raw throat. Between the constant screaming from the horrible pain and the occasional oral **** to relieve their boredom, my throat felt like it was bleeding, too.

The little bastards were insidious. They dragged it out until almost dark. Twice during that interminable afternoon, someone would come out and douse my bleeding vulva with alcohol. By dinner time I had stopped screaming. I only whimpered now. That was the only response that I could muster.

Joni came out several times to bring me a cold drink and to cover me with suntan lotion. We were never left alone. She tried to comfort me in the brief moments they allowed us. But the boys kept her pretty busy, too. She was usually on her knees somewhere close by being forced to suck off one of the boys. They usually went to either her mouth or mine after they had taken another turn pulling out more of my pubic hair.

The adults left us alone, though. I probably should have been grateful. But for some reason I thought that there must be some sinister motive for it. They had to be finding all of this torture I was being subjected to arousing. They were just that kind of guys.

There was no bonfire tonight. After they ate the boys were allowed to watch a movie in the mess hall or go to their dorms. That was when Mr. Moore, Todd and Paul came out to inspect my denuded pussy.

Mr. Moore finally ordered them to untie me. I had been allowed to get up once at around two o'clock that afternoon to go to the bathroom. After using the toilet I finally got up the nerve to look down at the damage they had done to me. Only about a third of my pubic hair remained. Where the rest had been there were little red spots of blood. Not everywhere. Not all of them bled. But there were enough little red pin pricks s**ttered around to show where my pubic hair had been.

Joni had to help me to the bathroom. I hurt so bad I could hardly walk. When she finally carried me back outside I dropped to my knees in front of Mr. Moore and begged him to put an end to it. I stopped short of telling him what I really thought. I didn't want to go to that barn. But I reminded him again that I had asked him what I should do.

He only smiled and nodded to Todd and Paul. They lifted me back onto the log and my ordeal continued.

After they inspected me that evening and found that every hair had been removed, they instructed Joni to take me to the cabin, clean me up, and then grease up my ass.

I knew now why the men hadn't ****d either of us during the day today. They were saving their energy. They were looking forward to r****g my ass. I'm sure it was going to be a lot more fun for them when I was already in so much pain.

I know that I had been through this already and I had survived, though the pain was still fresh in my mind. But this time I would be doing it without the benefit of d**gs. And I already hurt so bad that I couldn't stand to be touched.

Joni helped me to sit up on the log. Before I would let her help me to my feet I pleaded with Mr. Moore to be reasonable. I begged him to let me have this one evening free to recover.

He smiled and responded, "You should be thanking me, you stupid cunt! I just told these horny bastards that they couldn't fuck your poor pussy! How about a little fucking gratitude for Christ's sake!"

I could only cover my face with my hands and cry uncontrollably. Joni helped me to my feet. I leaned heavily on her, almost unable to walk. It felt like they had burned off my hair instead of pulling it out. Every step was agony as I made my way back to our cabin.

Before I took my shower, Joni quickly gave me three Tylenol and a sip of Coke to speed it into my bloodstream. I gulped them down and then let her drag me to the bathroom. The hot water helped. But I was still in agony when I got out of the shower. Joni put some kind of cream over my tortured pussy and rubbed it in. Then she gently rubbed a lotion into the skin all over my body to counteract the effects of a day spent in the sun. I was thankful that due to all the lotion she had rubbed into my skin during the day I wasn't sunburned. But I had gotten overheated and I felt like I had gotten dehydrated.

She helped me to my bed. When we stepped out of the bathroom we discovered Rodney waiting for us with the movie camera at the ready. He turned it on as we entered the room.

We ignored him. That was the only option we had anyway. Joni pulled my blankets down to the foot of the bed. She helped me to my hands and knees in the middle of the mattress. I rested my head on my arms and cried quietly while Joni began greasing up my anal opening and stretching it out with her small fingers.

I was aware of Rodney coming in for close-ups and even through my tears I could see the smirk on the rotten bastard's face. But I didn't speak. I closed my eyes and cried, wallowing in pain and self pity and trying not to think about the ordeal to come.

Joni had worked her way up to three fingers by the time I heard my cabin door open. I opened my eyes and watched as Mr. Moore, Todd, Paul, the cook and his two helpers filed in.

I groaned in dismay. But then I cried out, "Oh no! You can't!"

Following the men into our cabin was the boy who had tricked me into this horrible situation. Deshane came swaggering in with a huge, arrogant grin on his face. At first it only registered that the cretin was there and was going to join the adults in r****g my ass. But then the size of his massive cock and how painful it had been when he ****d my mouth and my pussy flashed through my brain and I almost tried to fight them.

Even the threat of being taken to that barn was pushed from my mind by the idea of an anal **** at the hands of Deshane. I tensed up and was just about to struggle to my feet, though I hadn't an idea what I might do against all of these men.

Before I could move, though, Joni must have ready my mind. She slapped my ass with surprising strength and snapped, "Stay still! I'm not finished here!"

I knew that she was just trying to keep me from doing something stupid. It worked. I came to my senses and relaxed my muscles again. I could fight them. But I would lose. They would all do what they wanted to me tonight, and I'd just end up out at that barn, spending the entire day fucking a hundred boys and a dog. I could only lose.

I heard the men undressing around me and I tried to force myself to relax. I almost laughed when I realized that I was so scared, so focused on the pain I was about to experience, that I had all but forgotten about the excruciating pain in my pussy.

Mr. Moore pulled Joni out of the way and climbed up behind me. He leaned forward and began to slide his cock through the crack of my ass. I heard the arrogance in his voice when he said, "It's going to be so much better this time, bitch. That first time, breaking in a cherry asshole, that's always fun. But I like it a whole lot more when the bitch is conscious and knows what the fuck is going on. You can make it easy on yourself. You can relax and it will hardly hurt at all. But I don't think you'll do that. I think you are going to tense up and resist and it's going to hurt like hell. Not me! I'm going to love it. It's gonna hurt that tight ass of yours. But that's okay, bitch. You go ahead and scream. I like the sound of it. But I guess you already knew that."

I knew he was right. But knowing it and actually being able to relax and let a man **** your ass, I don't know ... maybe if I was drunk."

He stopped sliding his cock up and down through my ass crack and began pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. I gasped in pain at first. But I was all greased up and Joni had stretched me out and coached me on pressing back. I forced myself to concentrate and a moment later, when the head of his cock popped through my anal ring I grunted in surprise more than pain. It actually wasn't that bad!

I forced myself to stop hyperventilating and to push back against him as if I were trying to go to the bathroom. It wasn't pleasant. But it was actually bearable. If I had shut my mind off at that moment it would have been better for me.

Unfortunately, I started taking inventory of the cocks that were waiting to **** my ass. Todd's eight inch cock would be next. Paul was more average. Then the cook would get a turn. He had a cock similar to Mr. Moore's. His two helpers would **** me next. They were both average.

Then it would be Rodney's turn. His ten inch cock would be an ordeal. But after Rodney ****d me it would be Deshane's turn. I wasn't sure I could handle that.

I knew that Rodney had already fucked my ass that first night. I saw it on the DVD the next day, along with all of the boys in the camp. But Deshane! Christ! He had a cock like a small horse! More than all the others I was scared of the huge cock on that brutal young man.

I managed to survive Mr. Moore without being too ***********ed. I was sore when he finished. But I was also stretched out and I managed to take Todd without too much trouble. The next four men weren't bad. They all had average dicks. I was becoming increasingly sore from the unnatural abuse as the evening went on. But I wasn't screaming or crying out. I just remained in position with my head resting on my arms and cried quietly.

It got worse when Rodney finally took his turn. Todd took the camera from him and recorded the action when Rodney took his turn. That one hurt! I cried out and began to moan in pain as he fucked my ass violently.

The only thing working in my favor was that the men had held off all day. They were all pretty turned on and they didn't last as long as they had that first night when they fucked my ass. That night they had already fucked my mouth and my pussy. They each had taken a long time fucking my ass.

Tonight they were all cumming much more quickly. But then it was going to be Deshane's turn. I remembered sucking him off twice today while the boys had been pulling the hair out of my pussy. Well, sucking him off isn't an adequate description of the events. He had fucked my face as brutally as he always did. And he had fucked me twice last night.

Rodney probably didn't last any longer than the others. It just seemed like it. He gripped my hips with his large, soft hands and rammed his ten inch cock into me reminiscent of that dog that I had been forced to watch **** Cathy on the DVD that they made of her punishment at the barn.

When he finally reached orgasm and pulled out of me I was crying loudly. I felt the juices from the preceding seven ****s running out of me and sliding down my thighs.

I needed a rest in the worst way. I felt like my ass was still open and once again I wasn't certain that I hadn't been torn by all of the cocks that were abusing me. I begged Mr. Moore to let me use the bathroom.

He just smiled and said, "One more, bitch. Just one more and your long day is over. You can survive one more quick fuck."

I shook my head and pleaded again, "Please, sir. I hurt so much. I just need a minute."

It was like hadn't even spoken. Deshane got up onto my bed behind me and began to slide his huge cock through the crack of my ass. It felt every bit as large as I knew it was. I was sure this was going to be the last thing I did. There is no way that this could not be fatal.

The men were all standing around watching, curious to see if he could actually get that monster cock inside of my ass. Todd was still recording it on the digital movie camera. And all of the men were teasing Deshane. They were goading him, urging him to **** me even more violently than he normally would have.

They bantered back and forth for a few minutes before Deshane began to press the head of his huge cock against my asshole. I forced myself to press back the way that Joni had taught me, the way that I had for the preceding seven r****ts.

But it was different this time. I was already in terrible pain. But I might have been able to take it if his cock were not the size of my fucking fist. When the head of his cock popped into my ass I screamed at the top of my lungs and pulled away. I was positive that he had torn something. And whether he had or not, I knew that I could not handle that pain.

I heard the men chuckling at my reaction. But no one said a word to me. They just teased Deshane and goaded him into finishing what he had started.

I could almost feel his frustration as he ********** me back into position. I was pleading with him, with all of them, to have pity on me. I promised them anything if he would just let me suck his cock tonight.

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my anal opening again. I couldn't even force myself to press back now. Just the opposite! I felt myself clenching involuntarily. I would do anything to prevent that massive penis from penetrating me again.

Despite my best efforts, the head of his cock was forced into my body again. And again I screamed. Despite Deshane's best efforts to hold me in place I pulled away and his cock came free again.

I was hysterical now. I was crying loudly and begging them, promising them anything if they would just make the pain stop.

Deshane slapped the cheeks of my ass with his large hand with all of his might. The pain was unimaginable. But it was still preferable to having his cock in my ass.

The thing that upset me more than the bystanders urging Deshane to continue was that Joni was kneeling beside me, crying loudly and begging me to let him do it.

I was beyond reason by now. I was incapable of rational thought. I could not make myself submit to that pain. It was just too much.

When pummeling my ass didn't work, I heard Mr. Moore say, "That's enough, Deshane. You can spend the night in here. Fuck her mouth or her pussy, whatever. But I don't want her bruised tomorrow. It always looks bad on the big screen."

I could tell, not so much by his words as by his tone of voice, that he was planning to take me to the barn tomorrow. I wanted to plead with him. But I just didn't have it in me. I made up my mind right then that I was going to try to escape tonight. I was naked and I had no idea how to get out of here. But I would not allow myself to be taken to that barn. I don't care if Cathy Grant does seem sane now. I knew I could not survive what I had seen them do to her on the DVD.

While I was coming to that conclusion I was just distracted enough that Deshane was able to pull me up and force his cock into my pussy. I screamed in pain and suddenly the pain I had felt all day as my hair was jerked out in the most painful manner imaginable by those cruel boys was condensed and focused on my pubic mound as his oversized cock slammed into me violently.

I screamed again and almost passed out. When I realized I was about to lose u*********sness I felt relief. I even struggled to achieve that blessed state of being.

But it was just teasing me. My mind seemed to have joined the effort to drive me over the edge and into the arms of insanity. As the pain of that horrible **** doubled and redoubled I began to lose my struggle to achieve u*********sness. Even that minor blessing was denied me.

After several minutes, Deshane pulled his cock out of me and I thought it was over. How dumb am I?! He picked me up and turned me over effortlessly. He dropped me onto my back and began r****g me again. This time he was able to stare down at my face, contorted in pain. He fucked me long and hard, drawing out the pain for as long as he could. Several times I sensed that he was nearing orgasm. But when he felt an orgasm approaching he stopped or slowed his strokes until his orgasm retreated and then he started again.

If I had a weapon I could have easily killed him. But there was no weapon, and there was no respite from the pain. There wasn't even humiliation anymore. There was just pain.

When he finally reached orgasm he collapsed on top of me and stayed there for a very long time with his cock in my sore and bleeding pussy. He finally rolled off of me and ordered me to suck his cock.

I got back up on my hands and knees and moved down to his nasty crotch. I took his rapidly shrinking cock into my mouth and sucked it, praying all the while that it wouldn't get hard again. I finally had a prayer answered. But even soft his cock was huge. I sucked it until he started getting sleepy.

I watched him closely. As soon as he was asleep I was going to make a run for it. But he obviously anticipated my intentions, or someone had warned him that I might consider it.

He got up and removed the laces from his tennis shoes and tied my wrists to the head of my bed before he went to sleep. I lay there, listening to his deep, even breathing after he went to sleep. I fought with the ****s on the laces but I couldn't remove them without help.

I tried whispering to Joni. I desperately needed her help. But she was either asleep, not very likely, or she was too scared to do anything that might end up with her going to the barn. That was more likely. I guess I couldn't blame her.

Chapter 7

I didn't sleep at all that night. Despite all that I had been through I was far too terrified of what was going to happen tomorrow morning to get any sleep.

The next morning is a bit of a daze. I took a shower with Joni. But she inspected the dorm by herself. Deshane took me to the mess hall and turned me over to Mr. Moore.

I saw the arrogant look on his face and I figured I had nothing to lose at this point. In a loud voice I said, "You arrogant prick! You set me up right from the start. I just have one question you fucking r****t. Is this the only way you limp dicks can get a woman? Is **** the only way you can get it up? You fucking limp dick ******s!"

Todd was sitting closest to me. He reached out and slapped me.

I screamed, "Fuck you, you sick fuck!" Then I spit right in his face. There wasn't much spit. I was so terrified that my mouth was dry. But it was the thought that counted.

He must have thought so, too. He drew his fist back and was about to punch me in the face when Mr. Moore snapped, "Todd! Knock it off. I'll give you some time with the riding crop when we get out there. When I get so damned tired I can't lift my arm one more time you can take over."

I saw Joni out of the corner of my. Her face was white as a ghost and she was crying her eyes out. I saw her lips moving and finally I realized that she was muttering, "Shut up?" over and over.

But it didn't really matter now. I didn't plan on surviving this day anyway, certainly not with my sanity intact. A part of me, a large part of me, was going to die today, even if I did survive. And I really hoped that I didn't survive. It would be for the best if I died in that barn today. I was ready.

After breakfast the cook came around and filled our coffee cups again. I let him force me to suck his cock and I helped him stir his cum in my coffee. Then, with everyone watching and him smiling down at me arrogantly, I picked it up and threw it right in his face.

He screamed and I cannot describe to you how satisfying that sound was. He grabbed his face and called me names I had never even heard before! But when he finally took his hands away from his red, scalded face and brought his arm back to punch me, Mr. Moore was already behind him and grabbed his arm.

They struggled briefly until Mr. Moore said emphatically, "Knock it off, damn it! You'll get your turn! She'll be singing a different tune when she drags her sorry ass back in here tonight. You can pay her back then. I won't even say anything when you do that thing you like to do once we break them."

I saw his eyes light up and he finally dropped his arm. But he leaned his face close to mine and asked in a voice dripping with venom, "Has anyone ever pissed down your throat, cunt? I'm gonna do it every day for five and a half weeks!"

We heard a loud horn blowing out in the parking lot. Mr. Moore ordered the boys outside and told them to get on the bus. Todd and Paul went with them. He ordered the cook to keep an eye on Joni and I could tell by the gleeful look on his face that they already had plans for her after we left.

We walked slowly behind. By the time we got to the parking lot the bus was already pulling away. Once it was quiet, Mr. Moore said in a conversational tone, "That movie you saw with Cathy at the barn ... that was seven years ago. We have added a little to the show now. Now there are four dogs. But I suppose that's just added incentive for a bitch like you. You're probably going to enjoy the hell out of it!"

He laughed at his own joke. Then he became serious and said with venom in his voice, "I'm going to break you, bitch. Before you leave this camp at the end of the six weeks I'm going to make you perform every fucking perverted act that I have ever heard of. Hell, I'll probably have so much fun with you that I'll make you keep coming back every year until you kill yourself."

He may be right. If they don't kill me in that barn tonight I may kill myself. But not before I come back here and kill them, every fucking one of them.

I saw a pickup truck pulling into the parking lot. It wasn't the same one I had seen in the movie. It was a new one. But the same men got out of it when it came to a stop.

They ********** me into the back, with lots of *******, of course. But I didn't make it easy for them. I struggled and I kicked. I connected a few times, too. I got slapped around a little for my troubles. And it served no purpose except that I got a little satisfaction from it. I ended up tied to the light bar across the back of the cab just the way I had seen Cathy Grant in that movie that Joni and I had been forced to watch.

But getting a few licks in felt pretty damned good!

The four men climbed into the cab of the truck and drove off slowly. We crossed the gravel parking lot and turned onto the narrow paved road that went around the lake. The road was on camp property. It wasn't a public road so there wasn't any traffic.

There was no hope of salvation from a passing motorist.

I didn't know how far we were from the barn. I leaned back against the light bar and closed my eyes. I felt the damn break. I had managed to stop crying for a short while. But the tears were flowing freely now. I felt them dripping down my cheeks and falling onto my breasts.

I forced myself to think of something besides what was about to happen to me. I thought about Gregg. My poor darling Gregg. He didn't even realize yet that our marriage was over. I already missed him so much that it felt like a hot coal in my chest when I realized I could never be with him as his wife again. Not after what had happened to me since I arrived here ... not after what they would do to me today and for the next five and one half weeks if I survived this.

It was a shame. We had been so good together. But I knew it was over. I may be a blonde. But I knew that once he found out what had happened to me here he could never be with me again. I laughed wryly and thought, "Hell! I don't even want to be with me now!"

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud metallic scr****g noise and the truck I was in swung to the right suddenly. It came to a sudden stop and there was a sudden outburst of loud, angry yelling.

I opened my eyes and turned my head just in time to see Gregg and Joni's husband Kenny getting out of Kenny's pickup truck. Kenny had run us off the road!

The four men piled out of the truck I was in and started advancing on Gregg and Kenny. That was when both men reached behind their backs and pulled out pistols!

I was too shocked to even cry out! I wanted to scream at Gregg not to do anything stupid. I didn't want him to get in trouble over me. It was too late for me.

The four men in the truck had come to a sudden stop when they saw the guns. But Mr. Moore must have thought they were bluffing. He growled something unintelligible and charged at Gregg.

I saw a smile on Gregg's face that I had never seen before. Then I heard a deafening noise and suddenly Mr. Moore was rolling around on the ground holding his stomach and screaming in pain and disbelief.

Gregg turned the still smoking gun on the other three men and as if it had been choreographed they dropped to their knees and began to beg loudly for their lives.

I yelled, "Gregg! Don't shoot them."

Then in a softer voice I added, "It's too late. I'm not worth it."

I probably could have phrased it better. He looked like I had slapped him. He ran over and jumped up in the truck. He quickly cut the ropes holding me and then he took me in his arms and held me tight. He told me how much he loved me and tried to kiss me.

I shook my head and pushed him away gently. I reached up and touched his cheek with my fingertips and said, "Thank you, darling. I will always thank you. But too much has happened. We can't ... I'm..."

He pulled me back into his arms and held me so tight I could hardly breathe. He kissed my forehead and said, "I know all about it. I don't give a shit. It's over now. And you are still my wife. We'll get you some help. But nothing between us has changed. I love you just as much now as I did three days ago."

He squeezed me even tighter for a moment and then he whispered, "God I have missed you!"

I was crying more loudly now than I did when they ****d me, or when they pulled my pussy hair out with the pliers. I knew he meant what he was saying. But I knew enough about men to know that once things settled down he would have to deal with the truth of what had happened to me and I knew he couldn't do that. No man could.

I suddenly pushed him away again and said, "Oh god! Joni! We have to get back to the camp!"

Gregg finally realized that I was naked. Well, I'm sure he realized earlier that I was naked. But he had been pretty busy. He took his shirt off and put it on me. Kenny lowered the tailgate and together they carefully helped me down from the truck.

Gregg put me in the cab of Kenny's truck and then he and Kenny went around and shot out all four tires on the truck the four men were driving.

Just before Kenny drove away, Gregg said to the three men who were still kneeling in the road beside their truck, "You might want to apply pressure to that wound to stop the bleeding. I don't give a shit either way. It's up to you. There will be an ambulance here any minute, an ambulance and about a hundred cops."

Kenny turned the truck around in the road and rushed back to the camp. Gregg held me in his arms and tried to comfort me. I had the crying under control by the time we got back to the camp.

We rushed into the mess hall before the men had gotten a chance to do anything to Joni. They were still cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes. Joni was sitting in her seat at the staff table waiting with a glum look on her face. There were tears running down her cheeks and from the small puddle on table in front of her it was obvious that she had been crying since they had led me away.

She looked up when we came running in. When she realized who we were and that it was over she scrambled from her seat and came running towards us. But she stopped just before she got to Kenny and I saw her face. I knew just what was going through her mind. Now he would know.

She covered her face and started crying so hard it broke my heart. I went to her and we held each other, both of us crying like a couple of newborns.

There was a loud noise and I looked up to see the cook rushing out of the kitchen carrying a large carving knife. He looked like he had gone a little mad. His eyes were wide and his expression looked ... well, mad!

Kenny smiled, totally unconcerned, and put a bullet into each of his thighs.

He didn't even scream. He looked down in amazement and then, finally, collapsed to the floor, still staring at his bleeding thighs.

Gregg and Kenny led us to one of the tables near the door. Kenny gave Joni his shirt. Neither one of us was covered all that thoroughly. But after what we had been through it didn't really concern us that much that too much flesh was showing here or there.

We sat down. Kenny pulled Joni into his lap and tried to calm her down. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth. He talked to her quietly. He assured her that he knew everything and that none of it mattered.

Gregg had said basically the same thing. But Joni and I knew differently. I saw in her face that she had no hope that her marriage could be saved. I gave both husbands a lot of credit for saying the right things. I even think that they meant what they were saying. But some things a woman knows.

Joni and I would be forced to live with the memory of what had been done to us here for the rest of our lives. And our husbands would be forced to deal with the knowledge as well. I was starting to think that, having been saved from what would surely have been the worst of it, I might recover after all. But Joni had been through so much more. She had seemed so fragile from that first day here. Now I understood why.

I finally got to ask the question that I was dying to ask. "How did you know?! How did you find us?!"

Gregg became even more somber and quietly explained, "Cathy Grant called you yesterday evening. I told her where you had gone and she just gasped loudly and hung up. I tried calling her back for an hour. Finally I drove to her house. There were lights on but the house was quiet and no one answered the door. I was scared. The way she had behaved when she found out where you were ... well, I was just scared."

"I called Kenny and picked his brain. He said that he was surprised and disappointed that Joni had gone back to the camp this year. She didn't enjoy it last year and had been very moody when she came home from here. He was a little upset that he couldn't talk her out of it. But he had no indication that anything was wrong."

"I kept trying to call Cathy until after midnight. I went back to her house in the morning when she still didn't answer the phone. The lights were still on but the house was quiet. I finally called the cops and told them that I was concerned."

"A patrolman was nearby and drove over. He tried knocking and then he walked around the house. He couldn't see anything wrong. No one had broken in. He was about to leave but I just knew that something wasn't right. I busted her front door down and then he had no choice but to chase me inside. We found her in her study. She had tried to commit suicide. She may have succeeded. We don't know yet. They were still working on her when we left."

"She left a suicide note. She described what happened to the women that they brought up here. She even had a big stack of DVDs from her two years up here."

"I read the note and then I listened while the cops started talking about various jurisdictions and putting together task forces because of the size of the camp and the number of people involved."

"I said the hell with that. I had your brochure with the directions. I called Kenny and told him what was going on and we took off. We pulled up to the intersection just as those assholes drove by with you tied to the light bar in the back of the truck. Thirty seconds later and we would have missed you."

Just then I heard sirens approaching. Gregg got up and took his gun out of his belt. He placed his gun and Kenny's on the floor by the door. Then he sat back down. He and Kenny made sure to keep their hands flat on the table when the cops came running in.

They took our statements. Joni and I insisted on giving our statements somewhere that our husbands couldn't hear us. We knew our marriages were over. But there was no sense making things any worse.

I expected the cops to hassle our husbands because of the two shootings. I was pleasantly surprised that they seemed to be treating the men like heroes. I wasn't expecting that, but I was glad. I certainly felt that way.

We spent the morning and most of the afternoon at the camp. We gave our statements to detectives from two different jurisdictions. They briefly previewed some of the obscenely large collection of DVDs that they found in Mr. Moore's office and it was quickly obvious that we wouldn't be in any trouble, or I should say that our husband's wouldn't. Joni and I weren't worried about being in trouble.

Epilogue

Things didn't turn out exactly like Joni and I expected. We both had a lot of counseling, alone, together, and with our husbands. Surprisingly, six months later, the four of us are still together and still friends. I suspect that it helped that we had another couple to work through this with.

I don't mean to give you the impression that it was easy. The nightmares lasted a long time. I still have them. So does Joni. But the dreams, and the memories, are slowly fading. I am proud to say that I was wrong. I have never once looked into Gregg's eyes and seen anything but love and concern. It was months before we first tried to make love again. I had to initiate it. He was afraid it would be too soon or that it would awaken too many bad memories and I wouldn't be able to enjoy it.

To be honest, I was afraid of that, too. But I think it helped that he waited until I made the first move. Once we got started, though, I think we were both relieved when we realized that it was still wonderful. I still enjoyed his gentle touch and his loving caresses. And wonder of wonders, he could make love to me without thinking about what had happened to me.

It was a wonderful night. It was wonderful in large part because that was when we both knew that we were going to make it. We were really going to get past what had happened!

Joni and Kenny were still not to that point. But I understood their fears. Gregg and I had them, too. I talked to Joni. I asked her if she was ready to make love to Kenny again. She started crying and quietly answered, "I don't think he can. I don't think he wants me anymore. I don't blame him."

I smiled and explained that he was as concerned as she was. He was afraid that she wouldn't want him ... that way, not after what she had been through.

She shook her head and exclaimed, "No! That's what I need. I need to know that he wants me!"

I hugged her and said, "He needs to know that, too. But he needs to know you are ready. Give the poor guy a clue, girl! Have you forgotten how clueless guys are?!"

She chuckled through her tears and said, "Yeah. I guess I have. But god, Lara! What if he..."

I hugged her tighter and said, "I know. I had the same fears you do. But I'm so glad I made the first move. Gregg was terrified of making the wrong move, of making things worse. Once he realized that I wanted it as much as he did ... oh Joni! It was fantastic! I get tears in my eyes every time I think about it!"

So she did and he did and they did and now the four of us are almost a normal couple of couples. We go out to dinner often with them, or to a movie. Or we get together at each other's home for an evening of conversation or a game. And sometimes we get together so the guys can watch a race or a game on weekends.

I don't know if I could have gotten through it without Joni. We were good friends before. But now we are closer than sisters. She still suffers an occasional pang of guilt for luring me up there. But I have just about hammered that out of her.

There are some things that came about as a result of those three days in the woods that were not so awful. Joni and I are both better cocksuckers now than we ever dreamed possible. We both enjoy pleasing our men that way, almost as much as they enjoy it.

And every now and then when the guys are out together, Joni and I get together for an afternoon of soft, gentle, tender, feminine lovemaking of our own. Neither one of us would have even considered doing that before we were forced to at the camp. But we both realized after a very short time that we had enjoyed being together and saw no reason that we shouldn't continue it, for the****utic, reasons of course.

And on the subject of therapy, Cathy is slowly recovering from the overdose of sleeping pills she took after writing the suicide note that probably saved my life.

Her marriage broke up after she came back from that camp seven years ago. No big mystery there. Now she is living alone.

She suffered some long term damage because it was so long before she was found and they pumped her stomach and began to treat her. But Joni and I are so grateful for what she did that we are helping her with her therapy. We can't be with her all the time but Joni's wealthy husband has hired a fulltime nurse for her. The doctors say that she is making remarkable progress and they expect an almost complete recovery. She has some problems with certain muscle groups that she might not recover from. But she is learning to compensate.

All of the adults involved in the camp were arrested and are still awaiting trial. Many of the boys, especially the older boys, went into the juvenile justice system. I don't keep up with them. But I saw in the paper a few weeks ago that Deshane was shot when he and a friend tried to hold up a liquor store one night. Chills ran down my spine when I was reminded of him and his monster cock.

The mystery of the person that was recommending the women in my group of friends for that **** camp was finally solved. The man that was in overall charge of the place finally talked in order to get a deal from the DA. It seems that the entire operation was geared toward producing pornographic **** movies for a group of very wealthy perverts that had banded together and come up with the idea.

We had been selected by a private detective. She, yes I said she, photographed us all and provided our photographs and our background investigations to the selection committee. Once they selected a woman for the next year's fun and games the carryover woman from the current year was tasked with convincing the next victim to apply for the counselor position.

Women were being plucked from our group of friends for the section of the camp we had been taken to and ****d for six weeks. A similar group of young, attractive women from two neighboring towns was being mined to serve in the other two sections of the camp.

The wealthy perverts who are ultimately responsible for all of this suffering are from all over the world. Their identities were taken from the mailing list that was used to distribute the pornographic DVDs. Some were already friends and already criminals. Most met on the internet. All have been indicted. But only a few have been arrested.

What Joni and I didn't realize until the trials started was that it didn't end after the second six weeks. Or at least it didn't end if you managed to keep your life together. They used the DVDs they had to blackmail women into making more dirty movies.

The trials of the adults involved are nearly at an end. I went to Mr. Moore's trial. I wanted to see that son of a bitch without his arrogant smile. I got my wish. When they sentenced him to a minimum of thirty-five years without the possibility of parole he looked stunned. I don't know why. It had taken nearly an entire day to read the charges against him.

I felt a little sorry for his poor wife. But I figured that she would be better off without him.