Camp Pain
by Unknown


CHAPTER ONE 

The air was chill this early in the morning. The dew was still on the grass, 
and the smells of a new day filled me with energy and excitement. 

I leaned forward, and the tips of my breasts rubbed against the windowsill, 
the nipples immediately hardening against the cold wood. 

I eased back a bit, holding my breasts in my warm hands. My nipples remained 
hard, pressing against the palms of my hands until I sighed and moved away 
from the window, going to my closet in search of something to wear. 

I decided to go for simplicity today, since I didn't really know what I'd be 
facing. 

I pulled on a pair of dark blue string bikini jockeys, then a matching 
halter. I slipped into jeans and pulled on a blue, short sleeved denim 
shirt. Tennis shoes completed the look, and I headed for the bathroom. 

I'd washed my hair last night, so there wasn't much more to do but brush my 
teeth, then brush out my hair. 

I paused to admire myself a little in the mirror. My face wasn't exactly 
beautiful. It was a little too oval, a little too squarish, maybe. I had a 
small, snub nose, a mouth that was slightly too big, and large blue eyes. 

I looked, well, fresh-faced, well-scrubbed. 

Yuck. 

My hair was great, though, thick and golden blonde tresses that flowed like 
silk over my shoulders. It framed my face very nicely. 

As for the rest of me: I had no complaints. I was medium height, with a 
pretty athletic body I got from being on the track and field team at school, 
and lots of exercising. 

My boobs were just a little too big for my chest, but people seldom noticed 
that unless I was wearing something particularly tight. They were very firm 
and round, and the nipples were small and pink. 

They were a little unusual in that they were very sensitive. Other girls 
I've talked to say they hardly get any pleasure out of boys groping their 
breasts and nipples, but when someone gives mine a squeeze I feel a deep 
heat infusing my body, as if my boobs were hot water bottles and squeezing 
them sent the hot liquid flushing into my chest. 

My nipples became erect fairly easily, with either a little bit of cold or 
the smallest feeling of sexual arousal. When they got hard they swelled up 
like a couple of plumb, juicy raspberries, and were incredibly sensitive to 
the touch. 

I could come just by having my nipples sucked, and had. 

My skin was soft and unblemished, my waist narrow, my hips rounded, my ass 
firm and tight, my thighs equally firm, my legs nicely long and 
well-moulded, my feet small, almost dainty. 

I was a typical enough American teenager. I was a senior in Foreman High, 
and worked part time at Burger Master. I was going to college the following 
year to study Economics and Business. 

I had a group of friends I regularly hung around with, but no boyfriend, at 
least, not that morning. 

I wasn't a virgin. I lost my cherry not long after puberty, and hadn't yet 
found cause to regret that. I wasn't any slut, mind you. I'd fucked six guys 
up till then, several of them a few times, a couple many times. 

I liked sex, liked it a lot. I was kind of straight in what I'd done, but it 
had been enjoyable. 

That morning I was all packed for a couple of months at camp ... summer 
camp. 

Okay, okay, don't laugh. I was going as a councillor, not a camper. 

Ms. Thomas, my Geography teacher, had approached me about it a month ago, 
and I'd said yes. I hadn't wanted to....well, I had, but ... I liked Ms. 
Thomas a lot. I think I even had a little crush on her. It wasn't a gay 
thing, just a kind of ... admiration. 

She was so cool, so strong and confident, witty and intelligent, and so in 
control of herself. 

Yes, she was tall, and beautiful. She had long black hair that she usually 
kept in a pony tail, and she was so elegant, so graceful when she walked 
that I felt like a stumbling kitten next to a predatory cat. 

Anyway, it was because she had asked that I'd agreed. Okay, I admit I didn't 
have any other plans for the summer, and that it sounded like it wasn't 
going to be so much work as fun. 

It was sure going to be better than slaving away in some lousy burger 
restaurant for chicken feed. And there were bound to be some cute looking 
guys there too. 

I had some fantasies about riding horses through a field of tall grass, some 
hunky, gorgeous guy alongside me. 

Probably wouldn't happen, I know, but it sure beat anything I could 
fantasise about at the burger restaurant. 

I had filled up a duffel bag with my stuff last night. Ms. Thomas had warned 
that there wasn't a lot of space to store it in, and had given me a little 
checklist of stuff to bring. She said I'd be spending most of my time in 
shorts and T-shirts anyway. 

I grunted with effort as I lifted the thick strap over my shoulder and 
carried it out into the hall, then downstairs. 

Both my parents were up, since they still had to work, even in the summer 
(gasp). I dropped the duffel bag against one of the walls as they looked up 
at me. 

"Morning, honey," dad said. 

"Good morning, Amy," mom echoed. 

"Morning," I said, pulling out a chair and sliding into it. 

"All packed and ready?" Dad asked. "Yup." 

Mom slid some pancakes onto a plate and slid them in front of me. 

"You sure? Have you checked your list?" 

"I'm sure, mom. I checked everything already." 

"Did you pack lots of underwear?" 

"Yes, mother," I said, rolling my eyes. 

I cut a piece off and forked it into my mouth. 

"Did you buy that bathing suit? You know what the list said." 

I mumbled around the pancake and nodded. The list had made it clear that no 
bikinis were permitted. One piece suits only. Since the five suits I had 
were all bikinis I'd had to go and buy a few one piece suits. 

One was black, covered me to the throat, but was very, very high cut at the 
thighs and quite form fitting. The other was blue, a little less high cut, 
and a little less tight and form fitting on the chest. The third was green, 
with a low scoop top which exposed my cleavage, and high cut at both the 
thighs and the back, exposing half my behind. 

I also packed a bikini, just in case I could get away with wearing it. 

"Good thing, too," my dad grumbled. "I never like you wandering around half 
naked in those little bikinis of yours." 

"Oh, Bill, she's young, and that's the fashion. She has a great body. 
There's nothing wrong with her showing it off a bit." 

"Girls who show off their bodies get the wrong kind of attention," he said. 

"Dadyyyyyy," I sighed. 

"Let's not have that argument again, Bill," my mom said. 

"All right. Forget it," he said, throwing up his hands. 

After breakfast I carted the duffel bag out to the car and my dad drove me 
to the bus station. For the next few hours I rode next to a fat woman who 
squashed me against the side of the bus. 

I got off at a small town called Perth. There was no bus station there, of 
course, just a little general store. I got a coke there, then sat on the 
bench out front waiting for Ms. Thomas or somebody to pick me up. 

Ten minutes later a bus going in the other direction stopped and a girl 
about my age got off carrying a pair of suitcases. She was my height, 
generally the same build, but with smaller breasts, and had short brown 
hair. 

She looked at me and smiled shyly. 

"Going to Camp Kendara?" 

She nodded. 

"You going to be a councillor?" 

"Yes," she said, her voice almost a whisper. "You?" 

I nodded. "I'm Amy." 

"Hi," she said with another timid smile. "I'm Beth." 

"Have you been there before?" She shook her head. You?" 

"First time. Have you ever done this kind of thing before?" 

"No." 

Just then a car pulled up, an open-topped jeep. A woman jumped out, a big 
woman. She had very short blonde hair, not a crewcut, but not a lot longer. 
She was big, really big, tall and big shouldered, not a body builder, but 
... really strong looking. 

"Stuart? Miller?" she growled. 

"Yes, ma'am," Beth gulped, jumping to her feet. 

I nodded. 

"Which is which?" 

Beth looked at me. 

"I'm uhm, Amy Stuart," I said. 

"And you? Don't you speak?" she demanded, glaring at Beth. 

"Yes, ma'am! I mean, I'm sorry I...." 

"Oh forget it. Get your stuff into the jeep." 

We tossed our stuff into the jeep and the woman, who still hadn't identified 
herself, told us to get into the back seat. We climbed in and the jeep 
jerked forward, turned sharply, and headed down the road at a quick rate of 
speed. 

"Have either of you ever worked a summer camp before? 

"No," I said. 

She looked in the rear view mirror at Beth. 

"What about you?" she snapped. 

Beth stuttered something. 

"Neither of us have," I said. 

"Wonderful," she grumbled. "Another pair of brainless sluts who can't find 
their asses without a guide." 

"Hey, who are you calling a slut?" I demanded. She snorted derisively. 

"Ms. Thomas asked me to come here," I snapped. "She's in charge of the camp, 
isn't she?" 

"Yeah, she's in charge," the woman grumbled. 

"So screw you!" 

She looked at me in the rear view window, then looked forward again. She 
didn't speak for the rest of the trip. 

We turned off the highway onto a wide dirt road. There was a sign next to it 
that said "Camp Kendara It travelled down the road for several miles before 
passing under another sign, this one hanging from the trees. 

There was a small parking area just past it, and a path leading up a small 
incline to a couple of wooden frame buildings. 

We followed the woman up the incline, carrying our stuff. A lot more 
buildings came into view at the top, including a really big one off to the 
right, and a line of cabins going off to the left, all widely spaced. The 
lake was dead ahead, with a big dock a beach, and a boathouse. Sailing boats 
and canoes lined the dock. 

We went to the left, following her along the row of cabins till we reached 
one on the very end, just at the edge of the woods. She went inside and we 
followed her. 

There were a half dozen bunk beds inside, each with a footlocker to either 
side. 

"Unpack your shit here. There's a list of rules on the bunks. Read them and 
memorize them. You disobey rules you'll be punished." 

She turned an stomped off while Beth and I looked at each other. 

"Punished?" I snorted. 

"What did she mean by that?" 

"Probably just trying to scare us. God, what a bitch." 

"Yeah." 

We opened found a couple of empty footlockers and began unpacking our stuff. 
While we were doing that the door opened and another girl came in. She was a 
stunning looking redhead, and she wore a tiny green string bikini. 

"Hi," she said. 

"Hi," we replied. 

"I'm Karen." 

"I'm Amy. This is Beth." 

"Newbies, huh?" she grinned. "Well, don't worry. You'll get used to things." 

"The kids don't come for a couple of days?" 

"Three days. There'll be work to do before then, don't worry." 

"I wasn't worrying," I sniffed. 

"Get your junk unpacked, then go over to the main lodge, right next to the 
big building, the assembly hall you passed, and see Ms. Thomas. She'll give 
you your schedule for the next couple of days. Mostly we're cleaning out the 
cabins, checking out the boats, stuff like that." 

"Who's the big nasty blonde? The one with the short hair?" 

"Tiffany," she said with a sour look. 

"What?!" 

"Yeah. Believe it or not, that's her name." 

"I thought it'd be Ursula or something." 

She grinned and shrugged, then slipped off her bikini top, then shoved her 
bottoms down and off, tossing them onto one of the other bunks. She leaned 
over and opened her footlocker, and I couldn't help noticing her pussy 
peaking out from under firm buttocks. I looked away, embarrassed and 
wondering why. 

I turned to finish putting my stuff away. Karen pulled on a pair of cutoffs, 
a bra, and a tank top, then raced off somewhere. 

"I'm going to go and see Ms. Thomas. You coming?" She nodded and we went 
back down the path and knocked on the door to the lodge. It opened and Ms. 
Thomas, clad in tank top and shorts, smiled down at us. 

"Ahh, new arrivals," she said. 

"Hi, Ms. Thomas," I said. 

"Hello, Amy. Glad you got here. Hello. You must be Beth." 

Beth nodded, her face a little red. 

"Well girls, you can take it easy this afternoon. Wander around and 
familiarize yourself with the camp, maybe get in a little swimming. Tomorrow 
the work starts." 

Well, that was good news, at least. We wandered around the camp for a little 
while, stopping and chatting with the occasional councillor we ran into. I 
hadn't seen any guys yet, just girls, and wondered about that. 

"There probably isn't any," Beth said. 

"Why?" I asked in surprise. 

"Well ... it's a girls camp." 

"It is? I didn't know that!" 

"Oh sure," she said, nodding. "It's a camp for troubled teenage girls." 

"I didn't know that either," I said in dismay. "I thought it was just normal 
kids." 

"No kids. At least, no little kids. And no boys." 

"Well that sucks!" 

"I guess someone should have told you." 

"Shit!" 

"What was that?" 

We turned to see Tiffany glaring at us. 

"Obscenity is against the rules," she growled. 

"Oh, piss off," I snapped. 

I yanked open the door to our cabin and Beth leapt inside after me. I half 
expected Tiffany to charge in after us, but she didn't. Well, if she was 
running back to Ms. Thomas to complain, let her. Ms. Thomas should have told 
me about what this camp was about. 

"What the fuck does troubled teenage girls mean?" I demanded of Beth as I 
looked out the window. 

"Well uh, I don't know, exactly." 

"What? A bunch of arsonists? Girls who rob corner stores? Hookers? What?" 

She shrugged. "Just girls having trouble ... relating to society." 

I snorted in disgust, then wiped the sweat off" my head. 

"Fuck it's hot in here. I'm going for a swim. Wanna come?" 

"I think I'll read these rules," she said, pulling the paper off her bunk 
and inspecting it. 

"Fuck the rules," I grumbled, stripping quickly, then pulling on my bikini. 

Hell, if Karen could wear one so could I. 

I got my towel and headed down to the beach, wondering what I'd gotten 
myself into. Teenage girls? Were they going to pay any attention to me? I 
mean, I was a teenage girl! I had thought I'd be dealing with little kids, 
you know, ten year olds. I could boss them around with no problem. But girls 
who were only a year or two younger than me? 

I dropped the towel and dipped my toe in the water. It was cold. 

"Hey. You!" 

I turned to find Tiffany glaring at me. "What?" 

"Ms. Thomas wants to see you immediately!" I shook my head in annoyance, 
then decided, what the hell, I wanted to see her too. 

"Fine." 

I stomped back up the path and headed to the main lodge, then knocked on the 
door. Ms. Thomas answered, looked at me with a frown, then motioned me 
inside. 

"Why didn't you tell me this was a camp for troubled girls?" I demanded. 

"Troubled is an exaggeration," she said. "They aren't criminals or 
psychopaths, Amy, just girls who are having trouble relating to others, 
having trouble obeying rules of society." 

"Well...." 

"That is why we insist that our councillors obey the rules stringently. You 
are supposed to be examples to the younger girls. Breaking camp rules half 
an hour after you've arrived is not a very good example." 

"Well uhm, I didn't mean...." 

"You know how I frown on the use of obscenities, Amy." 

"I wasn't ... I mean, I didn't know anyone was around." 

"That's why you shouldn't use obscenities at all." 

"I'm sorry," I said. 

"I'm counting on you, Amy, to set a good example to these girls. I wouldn't 
have asked you here if I didn't think you had a good head on your 
shoulders." 

I shrugged, a little embarrassed. 

"And I believe I specifically said that bikinis were not to be worn." 

"But ... I mean, since none of the kids are here yet...." 

She sighed heavily, looking very disappointed. 

"Amy, a swimsuit is worn for swimming, a bikini is worn to show off one's 
body. I'm trying to promote an atmosphere of respect and discipline in these 
girls. That's why I won't have my counsellors walking around wiggling their 
breasts and buns in tight bikinis." 

"I didn't ... I mean...." 

"I told you this would be a job, not a vacation." 

"I ... I know," I said, embarrassed. 

She opened a drawer and pulled out a thin wooden cane, about three feet long 
and slightly flexible. 

"Do you know what this is?" 

I shrugged. 

She swung it through the air and it made a hissing sound. 

"This is how we discipline bad little girls. The English use it a lot in 
their schools. It's a cane. Have you ever been caned, Amy?" 

I looked at her in astonishment, numbly shaking my head. 

"We use this because too many of our young charges don't understand any 
other kind of discipline. This leaves a lasting impression on them ... so to 
speak." 

I looked at it. It looked so harmless. 

"Your father wasn't one to spare the rod and spoil the child, was he?" 

"Well uhm, he uhm, he spanked me." 

"And do you feel you learned from those experiences?" 

"Uhm, I guess," I said. 

She put her hand on my shoulder and gazed down at me. 

"Amy, we're trying to promote an attitude of maturity here. We let everyone 
know what is right and what is wrong, and when they misbehave, we punish 
them. Do you feel this is an improper attitude?" 

"Well ... no ... I uhm...." 

"Do you feel that councillors should be immune from such rules?" 

"No but...." 

"I need to know that despite this bad start you're mature enough to accept 
the consequences of your actions, Amy." 

"You ... do you mean I ... you want to ... I mean ... to ... cane me?" I 
gasped. 

"Were you warned prior to coming here not to wear this type of apparel?" 

"Yes but...." 

"Amy, the same rules apply to everyone here, and the same punishments. Are 
you going to accept that or not?" 

"But ... I was just...." 

"Are you or aren't you?" she demanded. 

"Well ... well yes but...." 

"I want you to bend over this table." 

"But ... Ms. Thomas," I protested. 

"Don't behave like a whiny child, Amy." 

I flushed red, partly in embarrassment, partly anger. I licked my lips as I 
looked at the cane, then at the table. 

"Now, Amy." 

I didn't see any alternative, other than quitting and somehow rinding my way 
home. And how would I explain that to my parents? Hell, hadn't we talked 
about the stupid bikini just this morning?" 

Besides, how much could it hurt? 

I hesitantly bent forward, my hands on the edge of the table. 

"Amy, do you know why we do this?" 

I shook my head. 

"It's done for two reasons. First, pain is a very good method of behavior 
control. We learn this as very small children. When we bum our fingers on a 
fire we instantly learn to keep them away." 

"The second reason is more psychological. Acting with maturity and 
discipline brings its rewards. Acting immature and without discipline is the 
mark of a child. We therefore treat violators like children to help drum 
this into their heads." 

"Do you understand that?" 

"I guess," I gulped. 

"Fine then. You acted childishly, and now you're being punished as a 
childish little girl. And just like when you were a little girl, the 
punishment is on your behind, your bare behind." 

I didn't catch the meaning of her words at first. Then I gasped and 
straightened, turning my head towards her. 

"Yes, dear. You'll need to pull down your bottoms." 

"But ... I...." 

I couldn't even ask why. Everything she said made perfect sense to me. I'd 
even taken a psychology class, and knew that she was right. But ... but it 
was ... the thought was hideously embarrassing. 

"Ms. Thomas," I whined. "Couldn't we ... do it without ... just this once. I 
promise not to...." 

"No, dear. Every girl who comes in here promises not to do it again. Down 
with the bottoms, dear and take your punishment like you know you deserve." 

As I said, I had a kind of crush on Ms. Thomas. She was so tall and 
beautiful and graceful and smart. I was already embarrassed and feeling 
stupid about disappointing her in her trust, and breaking her rules on the 
first day. Bending over to be, in effect, spanked, was worse, but.... 

On my bare behind? The idea was mortifying, especially in front of Ms. 
Thomas, who I admired st) much. 

"Come on, Amy. I haven't got all day," she said. "Let's get this over with, 
shall we?" I still hesitated. 

"Oh, for heavens sakes," she tsked. 

She pushed me forward against the table and gripped the sides of my bottoms, 
jerking them down below my buttocks. I gasped and reached for them and she 
put her hand against the center of my back and pushed me so I bent over the 
table. 

"Now don't move," she said. "I don't want you to act like a little girl and 
try and put your hand over your behind." 

Which was what I'd done when my dad spanked me years ago. My face was beet 
red, and I couldn't speak as I felt my bikini bottoms pressed tightly around 
my thighs. 

"This doesn't make you feel like a mature young woman, does it, dear?" 

No, it didn't, but ... but it was ... making me feel something besides the 
embarrassment. Something I couldn't quite understand yet. 

"First, for using obscenity...." she said. 

I heard the cane whistle through the air, then it hit the center of my 
behind, landing across both cheeks. A split second later a sharp, biting 
pain ripped up my body and I let out a cry of pain. 

I almost jerked around, but I remembered what she'd said about little girls 
trying to cover themselves with their hands, and was determined to get this 
over with. The cane cut through the air again and cracked across my bare 
ass. Again the pain followed the impact by a split second, and I bit down on 
a cry of pain. My body jerked, and my bikini bottoms slid lower, then 
dropped to my ankles. 

Again the cane bit into my ass, then again, then a fifth time, as I sweated 
and gasped and moaned in pain. 

My ass was throbbing and hot, burning hot. 

"Second, for being verbally abusive to Tiffany, who is the head councillor 
here, and your supervisor...." 

Oh God. More! 

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! 

My ass burned like fire, radiating heat as I fought to keep the tears from 
filling my eyes. My mind did crazy things sometimes, and I imagined myself 
as some kind of victim of torture, as a beautiful maiden being whipped by 
the dark Count in his castle. 

"And finally, for wearing a bikini instead of the proscribed one-piece 
suit," Ms. Thomas said. 

I moaned involuntarily. 

"It's the best way to learn, my dear. You'll be far more careful of your 
language and behaviour in future," she said. "People will respect you more 
for your proper language and...." I felt the tip of the cane slid up along 
my inner thigh and rub briefly against my pussy mound. "You won't have to 
shave so closely down there," she said in amusement. 

My eyes widened, and I blinked through the tears. The brief touch of the 
wooden cane had felt like.... 

I remembered when daddy stopped spanking me. I remembered how I was starting 
to become ... oddly aroused at my spankings. I didn't think of it that way 
then, but I had almost looked forward to them, felt a thrill of ... 
something as I dropped my panties and bent over my dad's lap. 

I remembered that now, recalled it with all the sexual implications of the 
act. I suddenly recognized those odd feelings in my belly I'd been feeling, 
and felt the familiar hot heaviness in my lower belly. 

THWAP! "Oohhh!' I gasped. THWAP! 

"Aaahhh!" I sobbed. THWAP! 

"GHhhhhh!" I croaked, voice choking. THWAP! 

"Ooohh! Pleease!" I whimpered. 

"Now, now, dear. Be strong," she said. 

The cane slid over my behind, almost caressing the burning flesh, then 
slipped under and stroked my inner thighs. 

"THWAP! 

"UUHhhhhggh!" 

The sharpness of the pain was fading. The throbbing heat of my ass seemed to 
be shielding me from the worst of the stinging, biting pain. 

THWAP! 

"Unngh!" 

Hadn't there already been five? Wasn't it five of...." THWAP! "Unggh!" 

My ass wasn't the only thing burning. I could feel the crackling heat of my 
pussy, the itching need for ... for a touch, for penetration or ... or 
something. 

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! 

I caught myself grinding my hips against the edge of the table, felt my 
ankles caught on my bikini bottom as they tried to pull further apart. 

THWAP! 

"There now. That wasn't too bad, now was it?" she said in a soothing voice. 

She moved closer, and I felt her hand on the back of my head, sliding 
through my hair, then down onto my back. She rubbed my back, then slid her 
hand down my spine, down between my aching buttocks. 

"Ooohh!" I gasped as her hand slid right down between my legs and cupped my 
pussy. 

Instantly I became aware of how wet I was as I felt my moisture against her 
hand. She squeezed, and the pleasure surged through me. My hand trembled as 
it started to reach back. 

"Caning affects many girls like this, Amy," she said, her voice slightly 
amused. "Nothing to be ashamed about." 

I felt her hand rubbing my pussy, felt her fingers against my clit, stroking 
quickly and roughly. I wanted to twist away, wanted to scream at her to 
stop, wanted to ... to stop it ... but I couldn't. It felt soooo good. It 
felt more wonderful than anything I'd ever felt. 

Her fingers rolled my clitty between them as my ass bucked back 
uncontrollably and the heat boiled up from my loins like an inferno, 
blasting through my mind like an explosion. 

I felt her fingers pushing into me, long and thin, thrusting up into my 
dripping hot pussy tunnel. My cunt walls clasped them in delight, squeezing 
and sucking, trying to draw them in deeper as her thumb ground down against 
my clitty. 

I was beyond controlling anything. My ass was jerking backwards as I drove 
my pussy onto her fingers, and I was grunting and moaning and whining like a 
bitch in heat as she pumped her fingers into my quim with deep, steady 
motions. 

Then I came, the orgasm erupting inside me and howling through me like a 
hurricane. It was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever felt, tearing through my 
insides as my mind was thrown into a churning vortex of flashing, spinning 
lights. 

The cords in my throat bulged as I jerked my head back, my body trembling 
and shaking as the massive blastwaves of ecstasy ripped through me in a 
seemingly endless parade. 

Then I fell limp across the table, gasping for breath, light-headed as I 
sagged against the table. I had to grip the other side for support to keep 
from falling off. 

"There you go, my dear. We're all done for now," Ms. Thomas said. 

She bent and gripped my bikini panties, tugging them up my legs and over my 
aching buttocks. She gave my ass a brief pat then helped me stand up. I felt 
her firm breasts pressed against my side as she led me to the door. 

"I trust we won't need to do this again," she smiled as she closed the door 
behind me. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

I was badly shak en as I stumbled down the path. I hardly thought about my 
aching ass cheeks. Instead I was aghast at what had happened at the end. Ms. 
Thomas had ... had..masturbated me! 

I was appalled, shocked! Not only by her doing that, but by my wanton, 
uncontrollable reaction. I didn't understand it at all, and was horribly 
embarrassed. 

I'd never even really thought about ... girls. I mean, hey, to each his own 
and all. I was open minded. I didn't judge people who were gay. Their sexual 
preference was nobody's business but their own. 

But I'd never really thought about ... about me doing anything with another 
woman. 

Oh, I wasn't foolish enough to think that what Ms. Thomas had done was out 
of anything other than sexual interest. Obviously she was gay, and just as 
obviously she ... well ... she didn't think I was ... uhm, too hideously 
repulsive to be interested in. 

Ms. Thomas had the hots for me? 

That was such a bizarre concept that my mind couldn't handle anything else 
for a while. 

I wondered if she really caned others on their bare butts, or whether she 
had just said that to get my panties down. I remembered the touch of her 
hand on my hair, on my back, on my....on my.... 

I know my face was flaming as I walked along, and I probably would have 
banged into a tree without seeing one. I don't know how I made it back to 
the cabin. Auto pilot, I guess. 

When I opened the door and went inside I found Karen fumbling for something 
in her trunk. She looked up at me briefly and grinned. 

"Hey, I said, weren't you wearing a bikini before?" 

"Yeah?" 

"I just got in trouble for wearing one." 

She grinned and shrugged. 

"I snuck off to the woods for a little suntanning. 

Hard to get a good tan in a one piece." 

"I thought it was allowed," I grumbled. "Oh, Tiffany catch you?" I nodded. 

"And you had to go to Ms. Thomas?" I nodded, face flushing anew. "And she 
caned your bottom, didn't she?" I was sorry I brought it up as she laughed 
in amusement. 

"Oh, forget it. We all get it eventually, some more than others." 

"You...." 

"Sure, more than once. At least it was her that got you and not Tiffany. 
That bitch really lays into you." 

"It's a pretty strange way to enforce rules," I muttered. "What else is 
there for the campers? Withhold their allowance? They don't get one. Send 
them to bed without supper? Not healthy. Make them do extra chores? Fine, 
but what if they refuse? 

"I'm not a camper," I growled. "Yeah I know, but we have to obey the same 
rules and take the same punishments. You'll get used to it." 

I wasn't so sure. I was sure that caning was as much for sexual purposes as 
punishment. I might have been naive but I'd heard stuff about bondage and 
sadism, and knew people got off on it sometimes. 

An image flashed into my head of me naked, hands tied helplessly as Ms. 
Thomas, also naked, loomed over me, a cane in her hand. . I shook my head to 
clear it, amazed at how hot I suddenly felt. Was I attracted to Ms. Thomas 
in that way? Was I gay? No. Bisexual? Possibly. I tried to imagine me and 
Ms. Thomas naked, wrapped in each others' arms. 

The idea turned up the heat between my legs again. 

I imagined myself bent over, legs spread wide, Ms. Thomas fingering me as 
she had before. 

My hand crept down to my crotch and I squeezed myself before I realized what 
I was doing. I shook off the heat, stripping off my bikini. I looked behind 
me at my ass, and saw a series of red lines crisscrossing the side of my 
buttocks. I touched them and winced, then quickly pulled on a pair of loose 
shorts, a bra, and a tank top. 

I didn't want anyone else to see my ass like this. 

I thought about Karen bent over the table, Ms. Thomas fingering her pussy, 
and I felt a wave of jealousy. 

That was so stupid I almost laughed. I lay on my belly on the bunk and read 
through the rules, determined not to break another one, wanting to show Ms. 
Thomas I could be as mature as anyone. 

There were a lot of rules, and some of them were pretty vague. 

What did it mean to violate the spirit of the camp? What did it mean by 
disrupting decorum? What about improper conduct? What the heck was that? 

I wondered what I'd do if Ms. Thomas ordered me to pull down my pants and 
bend over again. 

* * * 

Later that afternoon and evening I met the rest of the councillors. Most 
were about my age or a little older. They seemed like a pretty good bunch of 
girls, though their jokes were, or maybe I was just imagining it, more bawdy 
than normal. 

At least a few were openly gay. That wouldn't have bothered me yesterday, 
but suddenly I was uncomfortable with it. Poor Beth was all wide eyes, red 
face, and slack jawed, especially whenever a girl came out with something 
particularly lewd, like when Karen explained to another girl, a perky 
redhead named Anne, how to deep throat a guy without choking. 

I did a better job hiding my reaction, but I was a bit astonished too, and 
excited. I'd never thought about deep throating before, not really. And no 
girl I'd ever known had admitted doing it, much less given lessons in how. 

It wasn't all talk about sex, of course, not even most of it. It was just 
that when they did talk about sex they were so ... so graphic, and the ones 
who talked all seemed to experienced. 

Nobody talked about sex when Ms. Thomas was around, though. Ms. Thomas was 
always the leader of any conversations, and she talked more about 
spirituality, about the nature of women and females, about how close we were 
to nature. 

She talked about Goddesses of mythology, and how women were always 
associated with nurturing and growth. She talked about the need for 
discipline and strength, about understanding our bodies and our minds and 
our souls, about confronting out inner needs. 

I stayed as far from her as I could, not because I was afraid, but because I 
was embarrassed. 

If anyone else had been masturbated by her they didn't talk about it. And I 
wasn't about to ask. 

Late that evening, when it was quite dark out, there was a ceremony of 
dedication. It was ... stirring ... but ... certainly beyond anything I'd 
ever taken part in. 

There was a full moon, and it was high in the sky as we all trooped down to 
the beach, a dozen girls, plus Tiffany and Ms. Thomas. As she stood before 
us, Ms. Thomas talked about the Earth as our mother, and how we were a part 
of her, and how we needed to thank her, and show her our respect. 

She talked about the moon, and how women were often thought of as children 
of the moon. She talked all kinds of interesting spiritual stuff like that, 
Then she reached up behind her neck and untied the string holding her thin 
summer dress up. 

It slipped to the ground around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. I 
gaped in astonishment, but jerking my head to look at the others I found no 
surprise on any of their faces ... except Beth, of course. Her jaw was as 
wide as mine. 

Of course the first thing I noticed about Ms. Thomas was that she had no 
pubic hair. 

Ms. Thomas walked along the dock to the tall lifeguard station at the end. 
She climbed gracefully up the ten foot ladder to the chair at the top, then, 
instead of sitting on the chair, she stood up, smoothly and gracefully. 

Her body looked so perfect in the soft light of the moon, like a Greek 
statue, and I felt myself admiring her again. Her breasts were not large, 
but quite firm, and though she was slender, her body was exquisitely firm 
and athletic. There wasn't an inch of fat on her. 

She stood absolutely straight, then raised her hands high above her head, 
like she was going to dive into the water. She turned to face us, and her 
arms opened wide as she chanted. 

Then the girls were stripping off their clothes. I stared at them in shock, 
me and Beth both. She was at the other end of the semi-circle of girls, 
,second from the end, just like me. I didn't pause to wonder if this was by 
design. 

I mean, everyone was removing their clothes so casually, and Karen, who was 
next to me, nudged me and gave me a look like, hey, what are you waiting 
for. 

I didn't want to be the only girl with clothes on, so I quickly stripped as 
well. I mean, I'd been around naked girls before at school, in the locker 
room. Besides, it was dark enough that I didn't think anyone would see the 
lines on my ass. 

I stripped quickly to catch up, and when I looked over her way again Beth 
too was naked. I couldn't tell in the light whether her face was blushing, 
but I was sure it was. 

We all formed a circle and raised our hands high. I didn't understand half 
of what Ms. Thomas was saying. My mind was too dazed by this, and I was too 
busy zipping my eyes around the circle at the other girls, especially in 
light of my new found interest in women. 

Beth was directly opposite me in the circle, built almost the same as I was, 
though with slightly smaller breasts. Her face was a mask of embarrassment 
and tense anxiety. Tiffany was ... big. I mean, she was tall with big 
shoulders, but everything else was proportioned. 

You know like when you see a small woman, but her body is fully proportioned 
to her size? Tiffany was like that. She had large breasts, but they didn't 
make her look busty because she had a large chest and shoulders. She had 
wide hips and thick thighs, too, but again, because of her size she didn't 
look fat. 

She was just a large, curvy, voluptuous woman. 

Christine, a long-haired blonde, was as busty as I'd thought when I'd first 
met her, and her huge fat breasts jiggled a little whenever she moved. Tracy 
had very small, conical breasts, and skinny legs. Shauna was built like a 
pinup girl, which matched her adorable face. 

But the thing that came to my mind as I swept my gaze discretely around them 
was that the only two women here who had pubic hair were me and Beth. 
Everyone else had a bare little crack, easily seen even in the soft and dim 
light of the moon. 

I joined hands above me with Karen on my right, and Jessica, a brunette, on 
my left. We kept our arms straight as we bent our backs, then we bent 
forward, our arms going in front of us until they swept down and touched the 
ground. 

I felt a tingling heat between my legs as we straightened, and lowered our 
arms. I was terribly aware of the other girls' hands in mine, and how close 
their nude bodies were. 

Ms. Thomas turned her back to us and fell forward, making a perfectly 
straight dive into the black waters of the lack in front of the dock. Then 
the other girls were letting go of each other's hands and running down the 
dock, screaming and laughing. 

I was drawn with them as we all dove or jumped oft the end of the dock and 
into the cool waters of the lake. 

I treaded water, gasping and panting as I felt the cool water sliding across 
my naked skin. Skinny-dipping had always turned me on. Being naked outdoors 
had always turned me on too. My body was humming with a light to medium 
sexual heat as Karen swam over to me. 

"Cool, huh?" she gasped in happiness. 

"Weird," I said. 

"But fun," she laughed. 

She shoved my head under water and laughed, lurching back in the water as I 
grabbed at her. I dove forward and grabbed one of her legs as she tried to 
swim away, and we wrestled in the water, our naked flesh rubbing together 
under the water as we laughed and played. 

There was nothing sexual in it, nor in the horseplay of the other girls 
around us. But it was sexual. There was an obvious undercurrent of sexual 
tension among us. When we wrestled, our breasts rolled and mashed together 
wetly. Neither of us could miss that our nipples were extremely erect. 

But the horseplay only lasted a few minutes, then Ms. Thomas told us to head 
back to our cabins and get some sleep. She walked out of the water onto the 
beach, naked and dripping wet, scooped up her dress, and walked calmly back 
towards her lodge. 

The rest of us came out of the water, all except Tiffany, who had never gone 
in in the first place. She watched us all closely, and I felt goosebumps as 
her eyes fell on me. She smiled grimly, and I felt like cupping my pussy and 
breasts to hide them from her eyes. 

We went back to our cabins, dried off, and dressed. I put on a football 
jersey, which I wore as a nightie. Beth put on pyjamas. Half an hour or so 
later we were asleep. 

A hand woke me up, a hand over my mouth. My eyes opened wide in shock, 
unaware at first of where I was or what was going on. A flashlight was on 
and I saw it was Karen with her hand over my mouth. She had a finger up 
against her lips. 

She slowly pulled her hand away and leaned in further. 

"What are you doing?" I whispered. "Come with me," she said, backing up. 
"Where?" I hissed. 

She walked to the door, wearing just her T-shirt and underwear. I pushed the 
covers back and followed her to the door, then stepped outside. 

She was already walking towards the beach and I hurried after her. 

"Karen!" I called, low but urgently. 

She turned and waved at me to follow. I caught up to her and grabbed her 
arm. 

"Where the hell are we going?" I demanded. 

"To the dock." 

"Why?" 

"For your initiation," she said with a wicked grin. "What initiation?" I 
demanded warily. "You'll find out." 

We went down the hill and I could see a several girls waiting there around 
the dock. Some were sitting on the edge with their legs dangling over. Some 
were standing or sitting on the beach. 

"Here she is," Karen said. 

"About time," one of the girls, Jessica said. 

They all gathered around me in a semi-circle. 

"Okay, there are only two kinds of girls in this camp," she said. "There's 
sluts and there's dykes. Which are you?" 

"Uhm, do I have to pick one?" 

"Yes," she snapped. 

"Well ... uhm, sluts?" 

"Like we thought," she said with a grin at Karen. 

"All right then. You're one of us. All the other girls are dykes." 

"What about Beth?" 

"We'll do her later if we want." 

"She's such a fucking virgin anyway," another girl said. 

I couldn't argue with that. 

"You aren't a virgin, are you?" Karen asked. 

I shook my head, blushing a little. 

"Good." 

"Strip," Jessica said. 

I felt a tingling between my legs as I looked around at them. They were all 
dressed, or mostly dressed. I would be the only one naked this time. I 
reached down and peeled the jersey up and off, then let it fall on the dock 
behind me. 

"Come over here, slut," Karen said. 

We walked over to the dock, where a bunch of things were sitting on a bench. 
She picked up one, a can of beer, and handed it to me. 

"Drink," she said. 

"Uhm, isn't that against the rules?" I asked worriedly. 

They laughed quietly. 

"That's the idea, dummy," Christine said. "Tonight you break all the rules." 

I brought the can to my lips and took a swallow. It was lukewarm and not 
very good. 

"Put your head back," Jessica ordered, pulling on my hair. 

I tilted my head way back, and someone gripped the can. 

"Open your mouth." 

I did and they poured the beer into my mouth, filling it up and overflowing. 
I sputtered and tried to pull away but hands suddenly gripped my arms as the 
bear was poured over my face, then over my shoulders and breasts. They 
laughed as I swallowed what had been in my mouth, then they let go of me. 

I shook my hair, and beer flew from my hair. 

"Shit!" I said. 

The beer can was pressed into my hand. 

"Throw it in the water," Christine said. 

I tossed it into the water. Another rule broken. 

Karen passed me a cigarette, and lit it, and I puffed a couple of times, 
then again I threw it into the water. 

"Say something dirty." 

"What kind of fucking thing do you bitches want me to say?" I demanded, 
grinning. They snickered. 

"Maybe I should say something about that fucking fat ugly bitch, Tiffany," I 
said. 

Someone pushed a knife into my hand. "What am I supposed to do with this?" 

"Cut down the flag." 

I went over to the flagpole where the camp's emblem flew and cut the rope. 
The emblem fell to the ground and I was told to pick it up and wipe my feet, 
them my ass with it, then toss it into the lake. After that I took the knife 
to the side of the boathouse and carved "sluts rule" in it. 

"Sit down," Megan said, showing me a wooden chair. I sat. 

"How does a lady sit?" Karen said in a taunting voice. 

I spread my legs. 

"Not good enough," Christine said. "You want to be a slut show us how a slut 
sits." 

I slumped in the chair and lifted my legs, draping them over the arms. I 
felt incredibly wicked and wanton, and more than a little embarrassed at 
displaying myself like this. 

"Arch your back, slut!" 

I reached up behind me and gripped the back of the chair, bending my elbows 
behind my head as I pushed my breasts out. I felt the flesh straining 
against the hot, swollen melons, and felt the tension pulling at my 
throbbing nipples. 

"You know what the dykes call us?" Jessica said. 

"They call us cock girls." 

"Cock swallowers." 

"Cock eaters." 

"Cock riders." 

"Do you like taking cocks up your pussy, Amy?" Karen growled. "Yes," I 
panted. 

She pulled something from behind her. It was a wooden bat of sorts, about 
three feet long. It was thick, but not nearly as thick as a baseball but. 
The end was rounded, and there were ridges cut into the wood circling the 
thing. She Held it up like it was a cross, and handed it to Christine. 

Christine kissed the tip then passed it to Jessica. Jessica kissed it and 
handed it to Megan who kissed it and walked over beside me. She tilted the 
thing towards me and pointed it at my mouth. 

I saw that the end was carved just like a cockhead. I kissed it. The thing 
was painted black, and even varnished. There were numbers painted along it 
at intervals, and I realized they were inch marks. 

"Suck it, cock girl." 

She pushed it forward and I let it slide into my mouth as they gathered 
around. I felt like such a total whore! Such an absolute wanton bitch! 

I mean, I'd fucked a few guys, but I'd never done anything so ... so kinky. 
I was really getting off on it too. 

She pumped the thing slowly in my mouth as I licked and sucked on it. It was 
thicker than any of the cocks I'd seen up till then, and I had to strain my 
jaw to get my lips around it. 

"Suck it. Suck it. Suck it," they chanted softly. 

"Get it all nice and wet, cock-girl," Karen grinned. 

Megan pulled the thing back and prodded it against my breasts, rubbing the 
slick head against my nipples. She slid it slowly down along my straining 
chest and belly, rubbing it in slow circles, then pressed it between my 
legs. 

I was sure she was ... like, bluffing, you know, taunting me. I didn't think 
she'd actually push it in. She slid it down my slit and rubbed my pussy with 
the side, sawing it back and forth. 

"Are you a cock girl?" Christine asked in a whisper. 

God! She couldn't mean ... They weren't going.... 

"Yes," I whispered back, my chest rising and falling faster and faster. 

My belly boiled with lust as I looked at them, as my breathing got ragged. 

"Do you love cocks?" 

"Yes," I groaned, knowing I was wrong, that they did mean to. 

The thing was rubbing against my pussy pad with more than enough pressure to 
send sparkling bursts of heat up my spine. 

She turned it so the rounded end ... the head, was pointed at my pussy and 
pressed it in against me. I gasped as it mashed into my soft, moist flesh. 
She rubbed it up and down my cunt cleft, then slowly sank it into me. 

"Ooh God," I gasped, my fingers turning white as I clung to the back of the 
chair. 

"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" they chanted softly. 

The wooden cock slid into me, forcing the soft, wet folds of my silky cunt 
tunnel apart, cleaving my flesh easily as it pushed into my body. It was 
thick. My pussy lips strained, aching as they were forced further and 
further apart. 

"One," Megan whispered. 

"One," the chanted as the head of the thing slipped into my trembling belly. 

"Two," Megan sighed, sliding the thing deeper. 

"Two," the sighed. 

"Three ... four ... five ... six ... seven...." 

I groaned as she worked it deeper. She pulled back every few inches, pumped 
it a bit, then sank it deeper. My pussy was clutching and sucking around it, 
my cunt muscles trying to squeeze it dry as though it were a real cock. 

It felt so hard inside me, much harder than any cock I'd taken. The ridges 
carved into the sides rasped against my pussy lips and clitty every time she 
pumped it, and almost made me come before she had it halfway inside me. 

I couldn't believe I was doing this. My mind was aghast at myself. I was 
deeply embarrassed. Yet at the same time I was more aroused than I could 
remember being since ... since ... since Ms. Thomas that afternoon. Was I 
turning into some kind of kinky whore? 

She pumped the thing in me, and the ridge ground over my clitty. I cried out 
softly, clamping my lips down to muffle the sound. 

"Eight," she said. "Nine." 

"Eight. Nine." 

"Ten." 

I groaned. The thing was further inside me than any cock had ever gone. My 
belly ached with the fullness of it. Then I cried out in pain as she tried 
to push it further. She eased back, then twisted it slowly around in my 
belly. 

I clung grimly to the back of the seat, my thighs straining as my legs were 
held wide apart. Megan pulled the thing back and I sighed in relief. Then 
she started to slowly fuck me with it. 

It slid smoothly inside my pussy tunnel, my cunt lubrication making it 
glisten as it pulled free into the light of the moon. She sank it back in, 
and I shuddered, closing my eyes and pulling my head back. 

She pulled it out and pushed it in, fucking me steadily as the heat boiled 
through my body. My mind spun and my thinking processes dissolved as the 
waves of sexual pleasure swamped me. 

I was humping up at it, grunting and groaning as it punched deep into my 
body. "Eleven," Megan chanted. "Eleven," the others said. 

I hardly listened. I was alone within myself, all my concentration on my 
body, and the pleasure roaring through my skull. My pussy was like a 
volcano, boiling and throbbing and getting ready to explode. 

This is mad! This is crazy! This is sick! You're a.... 

"OOOHHhhhhhhhggghhhhh!!" I groaned, my head jerking back as the orgasm 
blasted through me. 

My head thrashed from side to side, my hair whipping around as my body shook 
and trembled in sexual delight. I grunted and gurgled in wondrous pleasure, 
my nervous system overloaded with massive blasts of blinding ecstasy. 

"Twelve," Megan said in the midst of it. 

"Twelve," the chanted. 

I ignored them. My body was coming apart from the inside. I grunted and 
moaned and whined as I drowned in the powerful sexual bliss racing through 
my system. 

I kept coming, my first multiple orgasm, my body racked by convulsions as 
they fucked me with the big wooden dildo. I hardly noted it as Megan was 
replaced by Christine, then by Karen, then by Jessica, as each took a turn 
fucking me with the big wooden cock. 

My belly ached. My guts were being churned into stew. My kidneys felt 
bruised. It hurt. It hurt worse and worse as they fucked me harder and 
deeper. But, but ... I didn't care. I wanted it to go on forever. The sexual 
heat had a complete hold on me, and even if the thing drove up through my 
chest and out of my mouth I didn't care. 

I finally went limp, barely conscious, chin on my chest as I gasped for 
breath. I was covered in sweat, my eyes glazed as they finally slid the long 
length of the wooden cock out of my belly. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

My guts felt so sore Karen had to help me back to our cabin. I groaned, my 
hand on my lower belly. 

"Jesus, did you have to fuck me so hard?" I gasped. 

"Cock girls like being fucked hard," she replied. 

"Not by a piece of wood!" 

"We couldn't find the real thing." 

She helped me into the cabin and into my bunk. I looked across at where Beth 
was sleeping. She'd go absolutely insane if anyone tried that on her. I'd 
have to warn Karen. 

I fell asleep. In the morning I felt a little bruised, but much better. I 
got dressed, in jeans and tank top, and joined the rest of the girls as we 
went to breakfast. I found I was starving, and eager for a big breakfast. 

First we all had showers. Of course it was a common shower, and I felt a 
little ... strange, with some of the girls there who had shaved pussies. 
They made no secret of looking me over, and I blushed in embarrassment. 

Beth looked frozen as she stood under the shower. She was practically 
trembling, her face beet red. She was extremely uncomfortable, and kept her 
behind turned to the lesbians, her arms up over her chest. 

We went to breakfast and I stood around the big central table where all the 
counsellors apparently ate. It seemed nobody sat until Ms. Thomas showed and 
sat down. We waited behind our chairs for long minutes. 

"What's keeping her?" Molly, one of the dykes sighed. 

Karen shrugged. 

Then Tiffany and Ms. Thomas strode into the room. 

"Ladies," she said, moving to the head of the table. "It seems we had some 
vandalism last night." 

Karen looked at me with a crooked grin. 

"Someone carved obscenities into the side of the boathouse. Someone also cut 
down the flag and tore it up. There were cans of beer on the beech and in 
the water next to it." 

I tried to keep my face as neutral as I could. 

"I know it was one or more of you," she said, her piercing gaze settling on 
me before moving on. "I want the person responsible to own up." 

There was silence, and I swallowed nervously. 

"Let me make this very clear," she said. "Until the person who did this 
confesses nobody will eat. I don't care if we have to stand here all day 
long and all night. Until the person who committed the vandalism comes 
forward, we stand and we wait." 

The minutes ticked past, seeming to last hours. I looked at Karen, then at 
Christine. Both looked back with a shrug in their faces. I knew Ms. Thomas, 
and I knew she would do exactly as she promised. 

I also knew that if I confessed. ... if I told her I had done it ... she 
would ... punish me. 

The marks on my ass had mostly faded, but I could still seem to feel the 
sharp bite of the cane across my buttocks. I hoped she would change her 
mind, but after long minutes she remained absolutely still, staring down the 
length of the table. 

"M ... Ms. Thomas," I gulped. 

"Thank you, Miss Stuart. You may go to my lodge and wait by the door. The 
rest of you may sit and eat." 

I walked out of the room, head down, face red, and headed across to her 
lodge, then stood on the porch for the next half hour or so. I wondered what 
she'd do to me. Would she cane my ass and then masturbate me. 

I shivered at the thought. I couldn't help my pussy from tingling either. 

Ms. Thomas came out of the assembly hall and walked across to me. She opened 
the door and walked in without saying a word, then turned and motioned me in 
before closing it behind me. 

"I'm very disappointed in you, Amy." 

"I'm sorry, Ms. Thomas," I said. 

"Would you like to tell me why?" 

"I ... I was ... uhm ... I ... just ... had a few beers." 

"By yourself?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

She looked at me in disbelief. "I think not. Why don't you tell me who else 
was with you." 

"Nobody, Ms. Thomas." 

"Lying is also against the rules, Amy." 

"I'm not lying." 

"Do you know how many rules you've broken?" Just about all of them. "No, 
Ma'am." 

She looked me up and down. "Come with me." 

I followed her down the hall and into another room. It was some kind of ... 
of work room, with odd looking tools and equipment and frames. There were 
several tables of various sizes, some electrical equipment, and chains 
hanging from the ceiling. 

"Do you remember our ceremony last, night, Amy?" 

"Yes, Ms. Thomas." 

"Apparently it didn't mean much to you." 

"I ... thought it was very nice." 

She glared at me. "Don't you humor me, you little slut," she snapped. 

I felt a wave of shock at the word. I wondered if she knew what had 
happened, or if not if she really thought of me as that. 

"Strip off your clothes." 

I wondered if she meant just my pants but ... she hadn't said that and ... 
that tingle between my legs was starting to get harder and hotter. 

I pulled my tank top up and off, then shoved down my pants. I removed my 
bra, then my panties, and kicked off even my shoes. 

"Do you think you should be punished?" 

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," I gulped. 

"Come here." 

I stepped forward, my breasts already swelling up, my nipples rock hard. She 
gripped my arm and jerked me forward against one of the odd looking frame. 
It had a wooden base, and two tall poles set several feet apart. There were 
little round belts hanging from them. 

Ms. Thomas pushed me between them and raised my hands, then placed them on 
the two round poles. She slid the leather belt around each wrist and buckled 
it tight, so I couldn't pull loose. 

My pussy was fairly steaming now, because this felt so incredibly erotic. I 
was almost ready to do anything Ms. Thomas demanded, the sexual juices 
rushing through my system as she stepped back. 

I knew that this wasn't for punishment. I mean, I knew she wasn't doing this 
because of what I'd done down at the dock. I knew she was doing this because 
of sex, because she was hot for me, because it turned her on. 

She moved to the side of the frame, and I saw that there was a horizontal 
bar attached to one of the bars on a swing arm. She pulled it over towards 
the second pole, jamming it against my hips, forcing them back a little 
ways. She snapped it into place against the other pole and moved behind me. 

I was aware of how the beam forced me to lean slightly forward, and thus 
raised my ass to her. I gasped as she slid her hand across it briefly. Then 
she bent and took my right foot, pulling it sideways. She wrapped another 
leather strap around it. 

"I ... I won't move," I gulped. 

"No, dear. You won't." 

I was feeling a little more fear now, wondering what she was going to do to 
me, but as she pulled my left foot open I also felt a new surge of 
excitement. 

She pulled them far enough apart that I had to stand up on the balls of my 
feet, thus raising my ass even more. 

She stood up and suddenly I felt my hair yanked back hard. I opened my mouth 
automatically to cry out in pain and she jammed a soft leather ball into it. 
I blinked in alarm as she pulled a strap around my head and locked the ball 
thing in place. 

"We don't want you bothering the other girls," she said. 

Now I really was afraid. I pulled at the straps binding my wrists, then at 
the ones holding my ankles. All held firmly, easily. I moaned into the 
ball-gag, turning my head anxiously to watch her as she moved to a cupboard. 

"I'm afraid your punishment is going to have to be somewhat more than the 
cane this time, Amy," she said. 

"Not only did you break more rules than I can name, but you did it all on 
the same day that I'd already disciplined you for breaking other rules." 

What she brought out was black and leathery, and about a foot and a half 
long. I didn't know what it was as she ran it through her fingers, but it 
looked far more threatening than the cane had. She put it down, then drew 
out a pair of gloves. 

Why would she need gloves? I swallowed repeatedly, pulling at the straps 
again as the fear rose higher, almost equalling the sexual heat. 

She drew on the gloves. They gleamed like they were made of plastic or 
something, black and shining as she pulled each up halfway to her elbows. 
Then she picked up the black leather thing and came over to me. 

"You think I don't know what went on down there last night," she said, 
gripping my head and turning it around to face front. 

"I've been running this camp for years. You think I don't know the games the 
girls play?" 

Her hand slid over my ass, soft, gleaming rubber or leather ... I didn't 
know which. 

It caressed my buttocks, then slid under to palm my pussy mound. I gasped as 
she squeezed me and rubbed her hand back and forth. My pussy began to 
sparkle with sexual demand, and I groaned into the gag as her fingers dug 
into the soft, moist flesh. 

She pulled my hair back hard, then took her hand from my pussy and rubbed it 
against my face. It was wet with my juices. 

"Slut," she sneered. 

She cupped my pussy again, squeezing harder this time, hard enough to hurt. 
I groaned into the gag, my ankles pulling at the straps as pain bit into me. 

"I will teach you discipline," she said, her hand easing up. 

"I will teach you how to behave like a lady." 

I felt her fingers at my pussy, then cried out, the sound muffled by the gag 
as she thrust them into me. I shook against the straps as her rubbery 
fingers were forced deep into my burning quim. I ached down there, yet 
gloried in the sudden penetration. 

I didn't know why I was acting like such a whore, and didn't care. There was 
a terrible craving within me and I couldn't overcome it no matter how hard I 
might have tried. My every nerve and sinew was panting for the touch of her 
fingers. 

She drove them up inside me to the knuckles, what felt like two, no, maybe 
three long fingers pressed together. She pulled back on my hair again as she 
stabbed her fingers into my trembling body. Then she stuck out her tongue 
and licked slowly along the nape of my neck. 

She released me and stepped back, her fingers tearing free from my clutching 
pussy. I moaned and humped back helplessly as she picked up the leather 
thing. 

I heard a sharp hissing sound, like the cane had made when it cut through 
the air, then it slashed across my upturned buttocks. The impact was far 
heavier than with the cane, and the pain blasted through me like a 
firestorm. 

I screamed into the gag at the sharp, jagged pain, my body thrashing against 
the straps as my ass burned. Again the thing slashed down, and again it 
blasted pain through me. My hips ground harshly into the bar forcing them 
back as my entire body shook and trembled. 

I strained against the bonds, sobbing as another blast of pain ripped into 
my body. My ass was so vulnerable, so defenceless, stuck up and out as it 
was, and there was nothing I could do to protect it as Ms. Thomas brought 
the leather thing down against it again, and again, and again and again, 
each blow slow and deliberate, each blow sending a slashing agony into my 
brain. 

"We have to teach little sluts like you to keep their legs closed," Ms. 
Thomas sneered. "You have to learn to obey your betters." 

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! 

She put down the thing and went back to the cupboard, this time taking out 
another device. I hardly noticed. I moaned weakly, my ass throbbing with 
pain as she came back to me. She moved around in front of me and pressed 
something against my chin, forcing my head up and back. 

I saw it was another black leather thing. It had a handle, and attached to 
the handle were a bunch of long leather strips. She smiled at me, contempt 
in her eyes as she slid her other hand between my legs. I felt the rubbery 
fingers pressing against my slit, rubbing up and down, and was astonished at 
the raging heat that erupted in my pussy. 

Her fingers caught my clitty, squeezing and rolling it between them as an 
unbelievable yearning lust made my body quiver and shake. 

"Slut,' she said. 

She moved behind me and this time there wasn't the same sharp hissing sound 
for a warning as she brought he leather strips down across my ass. I 
screamed into the gag as pain tore though me. It was sharper, less like a 
stabbing pain than a stinging, but a terrible stinging that spread over the 
whole of my ass cheeks because of the many different strips of leather. 

It whipped across my ass again, the strips lashing the entire surface, 
curling under to strike my hips and the underside of my buttocks and the 
insides of my thighs. 

Again and again she whipped it down, shifting her aim downward so that some 
blows fell almost more on my thighs than my buttocks, or upwards so they 
half fell across my back. 

Then the thing lashed right across my shoulders, stunning me as it flung me 
forward against the straps. I screamed at the new source of pain, my back 
blistering as it whipped down against my lower back, then my upper, then the 
middle of my back. 

My entire back and ass were soon a flaming mass of pain, but ... it wasn't 
... overwhelming. I mean it was like a ... a shimmering, sparkling heat, a 
heat that made my flesh ultra sensitive. 

She halted and moved up behind me, and I was unsurprised as her fingers 
thrust up into me. I was sopping wet, and her fingers pumped in and out 
faster and faster as she reached her other hand around in front of me and 
sought my clit. 

I moaned dazedly as the sexual pressure built up inside me, overtaking the 
pain, then riding atop it, rising higher and higher as I began to grind my 
hips back against her in unconscious need. My entire crotch was soaking wet, 
and I thought I could feel my cunt juices trickling down my thighs as she 
thrust her fingers in harder and harder, making me grunt and jerking my body 
forward. 

The blood roared in my skull and my eyes glazed over as my body began to 
shake and vibrate in tune to the pounding beat of her fingers. I came, 
screaming into the bond, my back arching as inflamed nerve endings crackled 
and spat like live wires, my entire body thrashing in maddened, animalistic 
bliss. 

Fire washed my mind as the orgasm screamed through me with the power of a 
hurricane. Ecstasy rippled up and down my spine as I strained and shook in 
the straps, moaning and whining and mewling in delirious joy as my pussy 
spasmed and sucked at her fingers. 

Then suddenly they were gone, in the midst of a crescendo of feverish 
gratification, and then the sharp pain tore into me as the leather cane, or 
whatever it was-a riding crop, I later learned-slashed across my buttocks. 

It whipped down rapidly, not like the slow, measured beating she had first 
administered. It cracked furiously across my ass cheeks as I screamed in 
pain and pleasure. Instead of shattering the orgasm, though, the pain 
somehow extended it and threw it up higher, into a whole other plateau. 

The sharp, blasting bolts of heat ripped up my ass and mixed with the 
pleasure. I humped my ass back against the blows, sobbing deliriously, every 
muscle in my body shaking and straining as I pulled madly against the straps 
and humped back at the same time. 

My head jerked back again and again as the pleasure pounded in my skull, as 
the pressure mounted so high I felt my head would explode. I screamed again 
and again, my eyes rolling back in my head as blinding waves of pleasure 
crackled across my body like lightning. 

* * * 

I laid on the bed exhaustedly for a good hour afterwards. Ms. Thomas 
disappeared, but Tiffany showed up. She sat on the edge of the bed and 
rubbed a soothing cream along my back and over my buttocks. I would have 
objected, but my mind felt blasted, and I couldn't find the will to object. 

And then suddenly she was naked, and I was confused, wondering why, and when 
she had taken her clothes off. Her hand slid softly down the crack of my ass 
and in between my thighs, her fingers rubbing against my pussy mound as I 
pulled my head off the pillow and turned to blink at her in surprise. 

She rolled me over onto my back and I moaned in pain at the pressure on my 
back and buttocks. But her hand darted between my thighs and her fingers, 
large and thick, forced their way into my tight pussy opening as she leaned 
over me. 

Then her lips were on mine. I moaned a protest as her tongue shot into my 
mouth, and tried to push her back, but I felt as weak as a drowned kitten. 
Her mouth crushed mine with bruising force as her fingers rubbed harshly 
across my clitty, and my legs jerked and flopped as I moaned in confusion. 

She tore her lips off mine and I gasped for breath, then gasped in surprise 
as her mouth closed over my left nipple. She sucked hard as her tongue 
whipped against it, and the heat began to ignite within my belly again. I 
pushed feebly at her shoulders, then my hands fell to the bed as I drew a 
shuddering breath of pleasure. 

My nipples hardened rapidly, my breasts swelling as my ass ground down into 
the bed. My legs were wide apart, even though I couldn't remember spreading 
them, and Tiffany's fingers were pumping into me hard and deep as she chewed 
and sucked on my breast meat. 

My nipple quivered and throbbed, my breast boiling with lust and heat as her 
mouth devoured it. I moaned in pleasure, closing my eyes and arching my 
back, pushing my chest upwards as she shifted her mouth to my other nipple. 
She clamped her wide jaw down around the center of my breast, chewing on it, 
sucking hard, her tongue lapping at the nipple as I gasped in pleasure. 

I grunted as Tiffany's heavy body came down on mine. For the first time in 
my life I felt another woman's breasts pressing against mine, and I 
marvelled at their softness as she ground and rolled them up and down 
against my own swollen orbs. 

Her face was right over mine, leering down at me as I gazed up in dazed 
pleasure. Then her lips were on mine again and this time I kissed back 
almost instinctively as she ground her body against mine. 

She pulled away, sliding down again, sucking and chewing on each of my 
nipples until they were ready to explode, then her heavy hands slid lower as 
she knelt between my legs and roughly jerked jny legs further apart. 

The tendons in my thighs ached as she forced my legs way way open, then I 
felt her tongue at my sex. My eyes widened in shock then in wonder as the 
heat roared upwards and exploded inside me. Her hands slid up my body and 
squeezed my breasts, and I came again. 

I arched my back violently, my head jerking back almost underneath me as my 
legs flopped and bounced on the bed and I gurgled in wondrous delight. I 
jerked up again and again, violent convulsions ripping through me as the 
orgasm gave way to another, then another. 

Tiffany's lips were sucking the life blood out of me as her tongue slurped 
wetly against my clitty and her fingers crushed and kneaded my burning 
breasts. My head thrashed from side to side and I sobbed in rapturous joy, 
overcome by the intoxicating lust and gratification whipping through my 
tortured flesh. 

I almost passed out, and didn't even notice Tiffany sliding up my body, then 
easing up onto her knees. I felt her legs pressing against my arms high up 
near my shoulders, pinning them down heavily as she knelt over me. 

Then her pussy, wet and soft and bare of hair, rubbed against my face. I 
moaned in confusion as she rubbed it against me again, smearing my face with 
her juices. 

"Suck me, slut," she growled. "Suck my cunt." 

I didn't even know that was what it was then. But as my mind and eyes slowly 
came into focus I stared up at her crack so close to my eyes. It mashed down 
over my face again, rubbing against my mouth and crushing my nose. 

"Lick me, little slut," she demanded, voice filled with emotion. "Lick me, 
you bitch." 

Her fingers gripped my hair and pulled it. I cried out, then her pussy 
pressed against my mouth again. 

"Lick me, whore!" 

She pulled at my hair again and I sobbed in pain, pushing my tongue out to 
lick at her snatch. 

"Yeeesss," she purred. "Lick me. Lick meeee." 

I licked energetically, still not even quite sure of what I was doing, 
wanting only to keep her from pulling my hair. 

At first I just licked blindly as she rubbed her pussy over my face, then 
she reached down and peeled her cunt lips apart, snapping at me to push my 
tongue into her, to lick at her clitty, to suck it. Her words battered me 
and I obeyed, slurping at her clitty as she sighed in pleasure, stuffing my 
tongue up her fuck hole as she pulled at my hair and bounced atop me. 

When she came her pussy gushed, ejaculating almost like a man, spurting her 
pussy cream over my face as she ground her cunt meat into my lips and nose, 
moaning and cursing in pleasure as she crushed me under her ass and pussy, 
letting her weight squash my face and head. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

I Was given the rest of the day off to recuperate. I lay on my bunk much of 
the time, on my belly, of course, my mind filled with embarrassment, shame, 
and confusion. 

My back and ass throbbed, but didn't hurt too badly. There were welts on my 
ass, and my flesh had fine red lines criss-crossing it all over my back and 
buttocks, but the skin hadn't broken. 

My mind was what had broken. I couldn't believe how I had been so weak, how 
my body had become so filled with lust and desire for the touch of her, not 
just her, not just Ms. Thomas, but Tiffany! Ugh! 

I had licked her pussy! Even as exhausted as I was I found the energy to 
brush my teeth several times, and gargle, and also to wash my face. I 
couldn't believe how she had made me come, how my body had jerked and 
spasmed around her fingers. 

And against her face. I shuddered at the memory of her face sucking on my 
clit, eyes peering up at me as I stared down in shock. The memory of her 
lips on my breasts was just as fresh. Both nipples were still throbbing a 
bit, sore from the hard chewing and sucking she had given them. 

I didn't know if I could ever face either of them again, and contemplated 
packing up and sneaking out of camp, then grabbing a bus home. 

The other girls didn't talk much to me, even when they came in. The lesbians 
gave me smirks, and the sluts just smiled sympathetically. I was ashamed, 
because I thought that they probably had a pretty good idea of what went on 
in Ms. Thomas's house, and the idea of anyone knowing what I had done there 
was excruciatingly embarrassing. 

Beth didn't seem any more lively than me, and didn't talk to me. I wondered 
what had happened to her, but was mostly intent upon my own problems. 

I didn't sleep much that night, and woke early. I needed a shower, but 
didn't want to go when the other girls were awake. I didn't want them seeing 
the marks on my back and buttocks, and especially not the bruises on my 
breasts. 

I got out of bed quietly and padded across the floor with my towel, then 
went outside and across the damp grass to the shower. The day was just 
lightening, and the birds were starting to call out to each other. I 
shivered a little in the morning cool, and hurried to the shower hut. 

I went inside and hung my towel on a hook, then stripped my jersey off and 
hung it beside it. I went to the mirrors and gazed at myself. The bruises on 
my breasts weren't too bad, though the red marks and ... and yes, teeth 
marks which surrounded my nipples were certain indication of what I had 
done. 

Much of the narrow red lines on my back and behind had faded away, though a 
few remained. The darker marks, the welts from the riding crop, though, 
remained. 

I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then stepped under it 
carefully, wincing as the water hit my sore behind. I turned my chest to it, 
covering my breasts with my hands as I let the water pour over my head and 
shoulders. 

I stepped back and gingerly soaped up, first I washed my hair, then I rubbed 
soap over my shoulders and breasts and belly, and between my legs. I rasped 
two fingers up and down my pussy cleft, rubbing the soap in, ignoring the 
soft expectant buzz which began to from my awakening clit. 

I moved my soapy hands around to my behind, very, very softly rubbing them 
across the aching surface, wincing a little as I layered my behind with 
soap. Then I moved my hands upwards. My back stung a bit, but not much and I 
soaped it up as well. 

I was bending over, running my soap and hands up and down my calfs, when I 
heard a dreaded voice. 

"I wondered who was up so early." 

I jerked upright, turning to stare at Tiffany as she strolled forward, an 
amused smile on her face. 

I stared at her with wide eyes, my face flushing red as she looked me over. 
My arms seemed to automatically cross my breasts, and I cupped my pussy as I 
backed against the tiled wall. 

"What do you think you're hiding, slut?" she laughed. "You think you got 
something I haven't seen yet ... or touched ... or licked?" 

My face burned as she smirked at me. 

She let the robe she wore drop to the floor, then stepped under the water of 
my shower, arching her back and sliding her hands through her hair as the 
water soaked her. Her breasts thrust out, huge and round and jiggling 
slightly. I stayed hunched against the wall, wondering what to do. 

She stepped out of the water and leered at me. 

"Don't wanna share a shower, baby? C'mere." 

I shook my head and she moved toward me. 

"Get away from me," I gulped, my slippery ass already pressing against the 
wall. 

"What's the matter, Stuart? Afraid you'll get to like it too much. Fraid you 
won't like cocks any more?" 

She grabbed my wrists and jerked them up and back, jamming them against the 
wall above my head. 

"Let me go! Fuck ooooff!" I cried. 

She pinned my wrists together and held them easily in one hand as she 
sneered down at me. Her free hand slid over my wet, soapy breasts, and her 
fingers pinched and tugged at my nipple. 

"Remember how you begged for more yesterday, slut?" she growled. 

I struggled and strained, but she easily held my hands together against the 
wall, and then she pressed her naked body against mine. Her wet flesh rubbed 
against my soapy body and I moaned helplessly as she chuckled in amusement. 

Her heavy breasts rubbed and mashed against mine, and I could feel my 
nipples hardening as her hand slid down my belly. I tried to keep my legs 
tightly closed, but she jammed her knee between my thighs, and her hand slid 
under my soapy pussy. 

"You're weak, Stuart," she sneered. "You're a weak little girl. And I'm 
gonna show you just how weak." 

Her fingers dug into my soft, soapy flesh, stroking up and down against my 
clitty as I moaned and writhed between her and the wall. Her tongue slid 
over my throat, then over my closed lips as she forced two fingers up into 
my pussy tunnel. 

Her thumb ground over my clit as she pumped me, and I felt my body 
responding, even as my mind quailed in fear and disgust. She laughed as her 
big breasts continued to rub and roll against my own boobs, knowing she was 
heating up my helpless body. 

My juices flowered around her soapy fingers as she rolled my clitty between 
them and chewed on the side of my throat. My breasts were starting to throb 
as hers stroked them with incredible softness, and I closed my eyes and 
shuddered, tears filling my eyes as my body betrayed me. 

Her nipples were fat and thick, surrounded by huge brown areolas. She shook 
and rubbed them against me, laughing as her fingers raped my pussy. I 
squirmed helplessly, pinned to the wall. She kept trying to kiss me, but I 
kept jerking my mouth away. 

She pulled my wrists downwards along the wall, until they were behind my 
head, then pulled her other hand out of my pussy long enough to jerk my head 
back by the hair and tangle it around my wrists. Then, with my hair held 
together with my wrists in one of her fat paws, she slid the other over my 
breasts, then back between my legs. 

Her mouth closed on mine, and when I wouldn't open my lips she jerked on my 
hair until I sobbed and gave way. Her tongue slid into me as her fingers 
fucked up inside my pussy, thrusting hard, making me grunt in pain as they 
forced me up onto my toes. 

My insides were roiling and twisting, and my pussy was burning hot around 
her fingers. The sexual heat swept over me as I surrendered to my body's 
desires. I stopped resisting, going limp against the wall as she stuffed her 
tongue into my mouth. 

But my hips began to grind out, and my legs shifted apart as the burning 
lust within me took control. I hated her guts, but my body didn't care. The 
pleasure rose and rose, and I grunted in pleasure as her fingers drove up 
into me. 

She pulled her fingers out of my quim and slapped her hand on my ass, 
squeezing hard. She jerked my left leg up, ramming her own between my 
thighs. I gasped as she forced my leg up and back painfully hard, then 
jammed her pussy in against mine. 

She jerked me against her like I was a rag doll, grinding and rubbing her 
pussy against mine as I whimpered in dazed pleasure and miserable 
embarrassment. The smug smile of superiority never left her face as our 
pussy meat squeezed and slapped and rubbed together, and the sexual desire 
grew inside me to the heat and force of a blast furnace. 

"Unnng! Uuuunnggh! UUuhhhnnnghh!" I groaned. 

"Gonna have to....shave ... your ... pussy ... bitch," she panted, humping 
and grinding her hairless snatch against me. 

My pussy exploded, howling bliss blasting through my body as I writhed in 
wanton release. Pandemonium reigned within me as my nervous system screamed 
with overload, and the pleasure stormed through my body and mind. 

My knee was jammed back against the wall as she half twisted me to get her 
pussy more perfectly aligned with mine. She let go of my hair and hands, 
both her hands on my ass and leg now as she jammed me against her and ground 
her drooling pussy against me with new force. 

I gurgled in animalistic delight, my body shaking as the ecstasy burned my 
mind. She growled and bit the side of my throat, clamping her lips down and 
sucking hard as her own body began to explode. She sucked fiercely, 
continuously, grinding savagely against my crotch as she came. 

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" she gasped, mashing her snatch into me with 
savage force. 

My head rolled back bonelessly as I was gripped by a languorous bliss, and I 
went limp, grunting weakly as she fucked against me. 

I blinked my eyes weakly as two girls smirked at me from the side of the 
room near the mirrors and sinks. I closed my eyes and shuddered, feeling new 
humiliation as Tiffany heaved a sigh of relief and slowly pulled back. 

She let my leg down, then backed up a half step. My rubbery legs dropped me 
to my knees, where I remained only because Tiffany grabbed my hair in her 
meaty fist and held me upright by it. 

"What are you two bitches looking at?" she demanded. 

"Just watchin' you break in the new girl," one of them, an athletic black 
girl named Marie said. 

"Yeah, looks like she's all broken," the second girl, a short busty blonde 
named Jamie grinned. 

"Well, maybe she'd like to show off how good she is at pussy licking," 
Tiffany said with a laugh. 

"I wouldn't mind that," Marie said, opening her robe and dropping it on the 
sink. 

Jamie did the same and both moved towards us, their shaved pussy cracks 
winking at me as I moaned and tried to pull away from Tiffany. 

"Don't be such a selfish bitch, Stuart," Tiffany said, jerking back on my 
hair. "You got the girls here all turned on. Bring em' off." 

"Yeah, honey, see what you can do for me," Marie taunted, stepping in front 
of me and spreading her legs. 

She seized my hair and pulled my face against her pussy, grinding it into 
her. I tried to push her back but Tiffany and Jamie gripped my wrists and 
held them up and apart. 

"Come on, babe. Lick my pussy," Marie demanded, grinding her crack against 
my mouth. 

"Lick her, slut," Tiffany ordered, slapping my head. 

I started licking her crack, terrified that other girls would come in and 
find me like this. I stuffed my tongue into her crack, slurping and sucking 
on her clitty like Tiffany had shown me, hoping to end this really fast so 
they would let me go. 

"Look at this little slut, lick," Tiffany jeered. 

"Mmmmm, I'm gettin' real horny," Jamie said. 

I sucked on Marie's clitty as Tiffany transferred one hand to Marie's grip 
then moved back under the shower. Marie started grinding her hips against 
me, sighing in pleasure as I ate and sucked on her clit. Jamie dropped to 
her knees beside me and slid her small hand between my thighs, her fingers 
stroking up and down against my soapy crack. 

"Oohhh, she's so tight. I thought cock lovers were looser than this," she 
said. 

"Eat me, baby," Marie moaned. 

Jamie's small fingers thrust up inside me, two, three, then four of them, 
making me gasp as they strained my pussy wide. Her thumb ground down against 
my clitty, and the sexual pressure began to boil within me once more. 

"Oohhh, maaan," Marie groaned. 

She jerked back hard on my hair as she dropped forward onto her knees, and I 
sat, then lay back on the wet floor as she knelt over my face. She dropped 
her snatch onto my mouth. Her legs pressed my arms to the floor as she 
undulated her body above me, squeezing her breasts and moaning in bliss. 

I felt Jamie forcing my thighs apart and pressing her knees on them, then 
her fingers jammed into my soapy gash again, two, three, four of them. She 
opened and closed them inside me, twisting them around in my pussy tunnel as 
her other hand stroked my clit. 

Then she tried to get her thumb in too. My pussy lips strained and strained, 
aching and burning and stinging as she pushed forward, then pulled back, 
pushed forward, then pulled back, grunting with the effort as she slowly 
forced all five fingers into me to the knuckles. 

She kept going, twisting her hand slowly from side to side. I felt her 
knuckles grinding across my taut pussy lips, ad I cried out in pain. 

"Suck me! Suck me, baby!" Marie whined. 

Jamie's hand pushed deeper, the heel finally forced through my pussy lips. I 
shuddered as I felt her whole hand slip inside me. My pussy was all bloated 
out around her hand as she pressed her fingers against the soft silky walls. 

Her fingers wriggled inside me, and she pushed in deeper still. My belly 
bulged as my insides quivered and heaved, and my pussy sucked and chewed and 
throbbed around her hand. 

The blood boiled within me and my heart pounded as the sexual energy lashed 
my mind, flailing my senses. Jamie pinched my clit and I screamed into 
Marie's pussy, then came. 

My ass bounced violently on the floor as my pussy spasmed around her hand. 
She jerked it to and fro, not able to move it much but succeeding in 
grinding it against my clit. 

Her fingers twisted around inside me, and the sensation was indescribable as 
I screamed into Marie's pussy crack. 

My back arched repeatedly, and my feet drummed on the floor as sexual 
electricity crackled up and down my body. 

Marie rubbed herself furiously into my face as she came too, and she rubbed 
her crack over my tongue with desperate passion. 

"Nobody invited me? What a selfish bunch of bitches." 

Marie groaned and slid off my face, and another girl, a brunette named 
Samantha took her place. Another shaved pussy crack pushed down onto my 
mouth as I looked up through glazed eyes. 

"Lick, me, Amy," she sighed. "Lick my pussy." 

Jamie was sliding her hand even deeper into my belly now, her fingers 
questing forward, opening and closing as she turned her hand first to one 
side then the other. I felt my pussy straining even more as her wrist 
disappeared through my cunt lips and her forearm followed. 

Jamie was a small girl, but her arm still made my pussy lips ache as it slid 
into me. Her fingers hit the bottom of my pussy, prodding at my cervix, and 
I yelped into Samantha's crack. 

"Suck me, baby," Marie groaned, rubbing herself against my face. 

I felt Jamie's fingers slowly, carefully pulling back into her palm, one by 
one drawing into a tight fist in my guts. Then she pushed her fist forward. 
More of her forearm ground through my soapy pussy lips as her fist drove 
into the deepest center of my guts. 

My cunt tube was stretched and strained farther than it had ever been 
before, and the flesh was taut and super tight all along her arm and fist as 
she turned and twisted it inside me. The air puffed out between my clenched 
teeth as I groaned and whined in heated pain, my insides quivering and 
cramping as Jamie began to slowly pull her fist back. 

"Lick my pussy! Lick me,!" Marie demanded. 

She ground her black pussy against my face as Jamie's fist pushed forward 
again. I hardly paid her any attention until she started tugging on my hair 
and slapping the side of my head. 

I pushed my tongue out, panting and groaning as Jamie twisted her fist in my 
belly. I tasted Marie's cunt juices as she rode her crack across my face. My 
mind was spinning as my attention snapped back and forth between them. 

But I could never pull my attention completely from Jamie's fist. She was 
trying to fuck me with it, but my pussy sleeve was so tight around her arm 
that she could only move her hand fist very slowly. The pressure against my 
cunt was enormous anyway, and her arm ground heavily over my clitty each 
time it moved. 

My insides felt like boiling jelly as her arm moved up and down inside me, 
and my feet and legs jerked spastically on the floor as my body thrummed 
with wildfire sexual pleasure. 

I licked at Marie's pussy slit and pumped my tongue up inside it as she 
groaned in pleasure and humped faster and faster. 

The orgasm blasted through me without warning, and my pussy squeezed down on 
Jamie's fist and arm as it moved inside me. She had put her other hand on my 
belly for leverage, and was using all her strength to tear her arm up and 
down inside me. 

I felt my insides were being pulled apart as her hand pistoned inside me, 
and my mind spun out of control into a showering blast of sparkling ecstasy. 
Lust and pleasure rolled through me, chasing each other through my nervous 
system as I came and came and came again, my body heaving and convulsing 
there on the shower floor. 

* * * 

I spent the next several hours almost in a state of shock, like those 
soldiers who had been shelled for too long and didn't dare raise their 
heads. Every time someone came near me I started anxiously, and my face 
turned red whenever someone smiled, for fear they were really sneering at 
the thing that had been done to me. 

I didn't know who knew what, but I assumed everyone knew everything, and was 
terribly embarrassed by it all. I finally decided to just get out. I mean, 
yes the pleasure was ... was ... overwhelming, but it was all out of my 
control, and I was afraid of what might happen next. 

I packed up my stuff in the bag and made my way along the edge of the camp, 
hoping to sneak out without anyone seeing me. I made it out of the camp, and 
halfway down the dirt road leading to the highway before getting caught. 

I was looking over my shoulders constantly, and maybe I should have been 
looking ahead more often, because it was Ms. Thomas herself who caught me, 
driving up the road. I saw the car, and jumped into the woods, but not in 
time. 

She stopped the car and got out. 

"Amy?" she called. 

Flushing red I slowly stood up behind the bush I'd dove behind. "What are 
you doing here?" 

"I uh....have to go home." 

"Why?" 

"Uhm, I just ... have to. I mean, I uh, I think this was a mistake." 

"I don't often make mistakes," she said, moving closer to me. 

I swallowed nervously. 

"Do you think I don't know you, dear?" she smiled grimly, standing just 
before me "I've met your like a thousand times over the years. Filled with 
desire, and too fearful to do anything about it. You want to have fun, you 
want to give in to your lust, but you're too wrapped up in morality and 
guilt." 

"What you need," she said, reaching out and sliding her fingers through my 
hair. "Is to be led naked in chains through a crowd of men, a slave collar 
on your pretty throat." 

She slid her other hand down and cupped my pussy. I gasped and jerked back, 
but her other hand tightened against my hair. She slid her hand back and 
forth over my pussy, then undid the button of my cutoffs, and jammed her 
hand down inside. 

"Tell me you want to go home and play with yourself every night," she said, 
her voice hypnotic. "Tell me you want to wait on tables all day long, then 
sit on your bed each night dreaming of the lewd and wanton things you wish 
you had tta courage to do." 

Her fingers slipped through my pussy hair and found my cleft. She rubbed my 
clitty as she talked, and I felt my insides steaming with desire. I looked 
up at her like a dear caught in headlights as she talked, and my 
determination to get myself free of the camp seemed to melt away in the heat 
coming from my groin. 

"Little slut," she purred. "You know you love this, and that's what scares 
you. You want your safe, predictable life because the pleasure is too great. 
You're afraid it will take you away and not bring you back." 

My hips were grinding slowly, and I was gasping and panting for breath, my 
eyes wide as I pushed myself against her fingers. 

"Take off your top," she said. 

I blinked my eyes, then reached down and pulled my tank top up and off. I 
moaned and shuddered softly, then undid my bra and slipped it off. Ms. 

Thomas pushed my already open shorts down over my buttocks, and they slipped 
to my knees, then down to my ankles. I groaned and whimpered, my body 
swaying, my legs getting rubbery. 

I gripped her arm, grinding myself on her hand as the pleasure roared inside 
me. Then I came, crying out in ecstasy, throwing back my head, arching my 
back as I rode her hand through a massive orgasmic eruption. 

I fell forward against her, gasping for breath as she pulled me forward 
against her car. She opened the rear door and pushed me inside, then 
gathered up my clothes and my bag and tossed them inside with me. 

I lay across the seat naked except for my shoes, still trembling from the 
after effects of the climax. 

The car stopped and she got out, then opened the back door. "Come out," she 
ordered. I remembered I was naked, and grabbed at my clothes, but Ms. Thomas 
reached in and gripped my arm, dragging me out of the car as I was. She 
pulled out my bag and tossed it to me, then slammed the car door, took my 
arm again, and led me up past the assembly hall to her lodge. 

I was terribly embarrassed as we passed several other girls, all of whom 
gave me knowing smirks. Then she pulled me into the lodge, took the bag away 
from me, and led me into the same side room where she'd whipped me before. 

"Please," I whimpered. 

"Shut up," she said. 

She led me over to an odd sort of table. It had two round depressions in the 
center, each of which were lined with dozens of small rubber suction cups. 
There was a curved bar on a hinge on one side of the table, and an odd kind 
of lever on the front side. 

Ms. Thomas pushed my hips against the front of the table and bent me over so 
my breasts pushed down into the depressions. Then she brought the bar down 
over my lower back. It was the exact shape of a girl's back, by design of 
course, and pinned me tightly to the table. 

She pulled my right wrist up to the top corner of the table and buckled a 
leather cuff around it, then did the same to my left. I felt her hands on my 
ankles, prying them open and sliding leather restraints around them as well. 

The lever at the front of the table was between my legs. What it was was a 
thick metal dildo that was underneath the table, pointed outwards. It swung 
out and up in a half circle, the nose pressing against my slit, then jamming 
inside. 

I cried out as it strained my pussy. It was cold and hard, and drove deep 
inside me before Ms. Thomas locked it in place. Then she threw a switch and 
the entire table seemed to vibrate with power. 

Ms. Thomas gripped my thick hair and jerked it back hard. I cried out in 
pain, but she immediately forced a thick ball-gag into my mouth, then 
strapped it around my head. 

She let go of my hair then, and I moaned in confusion and anxiety as I 
awaited my punishment. 

The rubber suckers began to push against my breasts then, the entire mass of 
them shifting in and out in a kind of wave motion. It would start at one 
side, and work its way to the next, but it kept shifting sides, the 
sometimes it was like it started on both sides and squashed my breast in the 
middle. 

It was the oddest thing, and what it seemed to be doing was squeezing and 
kneading my breasts. 

At the center of each round depression I had noticed two round pieces of 
metal, kind of like quarters, and they now seemed to be buzzing against my 
nipples. 

Then I felt the same kind of buzzing from the thick metal thing inside my 
pussy. Then it started to move. I gasped into the gag as i felt the thing 
sliding backwards, then forward, fucking slowly but deeply. It continued to 
buzz, and as the swing arm which connected to the metal dildo at its base 
was pressed firmly against the top of my pussy pad, right against my clit, 
the buzzing was soon setting my entire body to shaking. 

If this was the punishment I didn't want it to ever end. I shuddered and 
moaned as the sexual heat took hold of me and sank deep into my body, 
filling me with lust and pleasure. 

The first orgasm was just starting to bloom within my belly when the riding 
crap cut across my buttocks. And what a rush it was! Dear God, if I had been 
riding a horse, I would have oozed all over the saddle! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

After a few dozen strokes from the crop Ms. Thomas left me alone on the 
machine. The metal dildo continued to pump in and out of my quim as my 
breasts were constantly squeezed and kneaded. My body began to loose its 
tightness, my muscles relaxing, giving way to an all encompassing sense of 
bliss and rapture. 

Orgasms paraded across my body, and I shook and trembled and moaned into the 
gag, alone in the dark, helpless and caught in an unending cycle of 
exhausted pleasure. 

There was no way to judge time as pleasure screamed along my nervous system 
and my muscles strained and pulled and spasmed. I was coated in sweat, my 
hair soaking, my body drained of energy, and still the machine continued its 
thoughtless operation. 

I was so drained of energy, the orgasms so powerful, that I feared for my 
life if not my sanity. The climaxes sent my body into convulsions, and 
stopped my breathing as my chest froze in spastic quivering response, and 
several times I almost fainted from lack of oxygen. 

My mind swam through a murky sea of lust and desire and sensual pleasure, 
tumbling and turning end over end so I hardly knew who I was or what was 
going on. 

Delirious, hands pulled me free of the table, and oddly, I remember my shoes 
being removed. I was lifted upside down, leather restraints around my ankles 
lifting up and apart so I hung above the floor. 

My vision swam in and out of focus, Ms. Thomas, Tiffany, and a couple of 
other girls. It was very confused, especially as I was now upside down. 
Something was pushed into my gaping pussy, and then another something was 
jammed down my asshole. My wrists were locked behind my back, and I felt my 
nipples pinched painfully. 

Then they left and I was in darkness. I was still buzzing, or rather, the 
vibrators they had pushed into my pussy and anus were buzzing. And the 
electric wires they had clipped to my nipples were also buzzing. 

I continued to have orgasms, though my memory fades even further after this. 
I hung there for a long time, fading in and out of consciousness. But I 
remember....pain ... the crop, the cat O' nine tails maybe too, striking my 
buttocks and crotch, sometimes in the midst of orgasms, sometimes setting 
them off. 

My first really solid memory then was of daylight coming through the window 
and falling on my bound body. I was on a bed, though out of the room. My 
hair and body had been washed, and I lay spreadeagled on my back, my wrists 
and ankles bound by leather straps. 

Kelly, one of the lesbians, a beautiful girl with long, thick brown hair, 
sat on the edge of the bed, lifted my head a little, and let me sip water 
from a small cup. Then she gave one of my breasts a squeeze and left. 

My skin felt raw, and my body ached like I had been in a marathon, every 
muscle was sore. Every slight movement made me groan and wince. 

After a while Kelly came back in. She smiled and let me drink some more 
water, then unlocked my wrists and ankles and helped me sit up. My body 
ached everywhere, and felt stiff and bruised to boot. Kelly helped me stand 
up, then pulled my wrists behind my back and attached soft padded leather 
cuffs to lock them together. 

She led me out of the room I was in, me shuffling weakly. 

We went out into the front room, the living room, and found Ms. Thomas 
sitting on a sofa, legs crossed, and a drink beside her. 

"Ahh, hello, my sweet. How are we feeling this morning?" 

"Sore," I whispered. 

Even my throat ached, maybe from screaming into the gag. 

"I'm sure you are," she said. "Set her down here, Kelly, then you may go." 

Kelly pushed me down onto my knees in front of Ms. Thomas's chair, then 
left, closing the door behind her. 

"We checked in on you ever now and then, but you seemed to be enjoying 
yourself." 

I blushed, thinking of the degrading situations I had been in over the past 
days, all at her hands. 

"Come here," she said, holding out her hand. 

I leaned forward, and she stroked the side of my face and slid her fingers 
through my hair. Certainly been a weekend to remember, hasn't it, pet?" 

She slid her hand down to my breast and squeezed it. I shuddered, my breast 
swelling, my nipple hardening almost instantly. 

"Tell me you've ever felt so alive as you have over the past few days," she 
said, her hand travelling down my body and cupping my pussy. 

I moaned and closed my eyes, waves of pleasure rolling over me. She smiled, 
then took her hand back. 

"Lay across my lap, dear," she said. 

I gasped in pain as I slowly pushed myself to my feet, then half dropped, 
half slid across her lap. I didn't understand why I was doing it. It was a 
demeaning thing to do, after all. But she had told me to, and I ... didn't 
even think why. 

I felt her hand stroke my bare ass, and winced, for their were bruises and 
welts all across it. Her fingers slid between my legs and stroked my pussy 
cleft. 

I cried out at the sudden blast of pleasure, thrusting my ass up and back. 

She laughed and drove her fingers into me, cleaving my soft, tight, but 
already moist lips as her thumb sought my clit. Her fingers slid in to the 
knuckles and she ground her thumb down on my fuck button as I humped back 
desperately, gasping and groaning and panting for breath as my body 
overloaded and flared with orgasmic rapture. 

* * * 

The girls arrived the next day. They were not happy campers. Some were 
brought by parents fed up with them, and all but tossed out of the cars to 
stand sullenly by the main assembly hall. Others arrived in vans or buses 
from various government institutions. 

The one thing that few seemed to notice was that these girls, all of whom 
had been selected for the camp by Ms Thomas, were all incredibly beautiful. 
Some had ugly punk hairdos, others wore baggy, unflattering clothes, most 
wore scowls of various intensities. 

The instructions from Ms. Thomas were quite clear. Find the girls who were 
most sexual, most attuned to the pleasures of the flesh, most interested in 
fulfilling their innermost desires. Why I didn't know. 

The girls didn't carry much baggage. Often all they had was one small bag. 
That was because the camp would provide them with everything they needed, 
from food to swimsuits to soap. 

Each of us counsellors had a half dozen girls to supervise. Mine consisted 
of three blondes, one with thick, wavy hair, one with long, slightly crimped 
hair, and the other with very straight hair. All had tight, well built 
bodies. There were two brunettes, both with straight hair parted in the 
middle, and both with soft, round, fragile faces. And there was a redhead 
with short hair and a freckled face. 

"First order of business," I said, after showing them to their bunks in 
their cabin, "is to get your measurements so we can outfit you. Everyone 
strip to your underwear please." 

"I'm not taking off my clothes," the curly haired blonde said, glowering. 

"Then you won't get any clothes to wear," I shrugged. "Clothes cost money, 
and Ms. Thomas doesn't intend to give anyone the wrong sizes. Now there 
aren't any guys around here, so you don't have to be shy." 

I produced a measuring tape and the girls stripped down to their underwear. 
One of the blondes had a simple bra and bikini panties. The two brunettes 
and the second blonde wore lingerie, lacy, short and sexy. The redhead had 
jockey string bikini panties and a T-shirt instead of a bra. The third 
blonde had no underwear at all, but didn't seem shy about that. 

She was the one with slightly crinkled hair. I marked her down as my first 
possible. 

I carefully measured each girl's breast size, her hips, waist, and the 
length of her legs. The blonde's nipples got hard as I put the tape across 
them, and she gave me an impudent smile, almost a leer. 

The redhead's nipples were also hard, pushing through her T-shirt. She was 
red-faced, though, and looked away as I brought the tape tightly across the 
center of her breasts. 

I took their measurements to the assembly hall, where the clothes and things 
were gathered, and picked up the clothes for the girls. It wasn't hard 
carrying them back myself because there wasn't much to them. 

Each girl got a couple of tank tops, a couple of pairs of shorts, and a 
swimsuit. That was it. Oh, one size fits all jackets would be issued later 
for chilly nights. 

The policy was that the girls should turn in their old clothes for the new 
ones. After all, there were no washing machines out here, and the clothes 
had to be washed by hand. Because of that the camp didn't want the girls 
wearing, dirtying, then wrecking their own nice clothes. 

The ones they were given were "designed" to be washed in lake water, and 
could stand up to such treatment better. Besides, they were cheap, so if 
they got wrecked nobody much cared. 

That included underwear. Unfortunately, the underwear hadn't yet arrived. A 
truck was supposed to show up this afternoon with it. Until then, there 
wasn't any big deal about not wearing any underwear. After all, there 
weren't any guys around anyway. 

The girls weren't very happy about all of this, but I managed to convince 
them to pack their few clothes into small boxes, which I then took back to 
the assembly hall while they tried on their camp clothes. 

When I got back, naturally, the girls were wearing their shorts and tank 
tops, even though they were all too small. 

"Amy, these are all too small," Laura, one of the brunettes complained. Of 
course, she had huge breasts, so it was no wonder her tank top bulged, but 
the others' clothes looked tight too. 

I looked around and had to admit that they certainly seemed so. The tank 
tops strained against firm young bossoms, and, as Sandra, one of the blondes 
complained, the arm holes were big enough that if a girl turned sideways and 
raised her arm half her breast was visible through them. 

The shorts dug up into little pussies, and bared their lower buttocks. 
Robin, the crinkle haired blonde who had showed the least embarrassment 
about nudity, had tried on her swimsuit too, and it was about the same, 
tight and very form fitting across her full breasts, and digging up into her 
ass crack to leave half her buttocks exposed. 

I promised to find out what had happened, though I had my suspicions. When I 
returned, it was not with new clothes. 

"See, the thing is that, as you might have guessed, a lot of this stuff was 
meant for younger girls," I explained. "This camp used to have girls from 
ten up, and so lots of the clothes are too small. Somebody screwed up, but 
they've ordered new stuff and it should arrive soon." 

"Well, why don't we just wear our own stuff till then," Erin, the redhead 
asked uncomfortably. 

She had her arms crossed over her chest, obviously embarrassed about how 
prominent her nipples were through the very thin fabric. 

"Because then you'll ruin them in the lake," I said. "Look, it's no big 
deal. You're not here for a fashion show. There are no boys to see. Hell, 
you could run around naked and nobody would much care." 

"Sounds okay to me," Robin grinned. 

"You're such a slut, Robin," Chelsea, the straight haired blonde said. 

"You're such a fuckin' virgin, Chelsea," she replied. 

"Robin, there'll be no obscenities here. You were told the rules already." 

"Fuck the rules,' she snorted. 

"They take rules here very seriously," I warned. "I had to go and see Ms. 
Thomas myself my first day here because I swore." 

"Yeah, well fuck you too," she said pleasantly. 

A couple of the other girls snickered. 

"Would you like to say that to Ms. Thomas yourself?" 

"Fuck her too." 

"You go and tell her that." 

"This is bullshit," the girl sneered. "This whole thing is bullshit. I'm 
goin' down to the beach and see if the water is at least clean." 

She headed out of the cabin on her own. I made no attempt to stop her. I 
knew that all the other girls were still in their cabins, and that the only 
ones out there were a few councillors, including Tiffany. Robin wasn't going 
to get very far. 

Sure enough, as I was going over the rules with the others Tiffany showed up 
with the much smaller Robin held tightly by the scruff of the neck. 

"What is this doing out at the beach?" she demanded. 

"She refused to obey orders and used obscenities." 

"Oh, she did, huh?" 

"Yeah! So fucking what! You're all fuckin' assholes!" 

Tiffany jerked her back outside and headed for Ms. Thomas's lodge while I 
continued to explain both the rules and the things the girls would be doing 
here, including horseback riding, swimming, sailing, and hiking. 

She came back sooner than I expected, her eyes red -rimmed. She was not 
nearly so snotty now. She sat quietly, arms tightly folded as she looked at 
the floor. 

We all went for a hike around the camp, and I pointed out where things were, 
and the rules about them. Then we went back to the cabin and got into 
swimsuits before heading back to the beach. 

One of the other counsellors explained how the sailboats operated, then we 
gave them swimming tests. Those who couldn't swim well enough would take 
swimming lessons, and wouldn't be able to go out in the canoes or sailboats 
until they could. 

Erin couldn't swim at all, so she just stayed on the side as the others 
treaded water. I had been noticing her throughout the walk, how huge her 
nipples seemed whenever she took her arms away from her chest. Since it was 
a warm day it couldn't be attributed to being chilly, and I wondered if she 
was just really turned on by the way everyone was dressed, including her. 
Certainly the other councillor there, Kelly, was delighted at the sight of 
so many firm, beautiful young girls, and her eyes were constantly in motion 
as she tried to drink them all in. 

"What uh ... what happened to Robin?" she asked, as we stood there watching 
Kelly yelling down at the girls in the water. 

"Why?" 

"Well uhm, she just seems ... really ... I mean, she was so snotty and tough 
sounding and now she's...." 

"Obedient? Ms. Thomas has a way of getting her point across," I said. 

"What does she ... uhm, do?" 

"Ever been to a school where they used the strap on you?" 

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "Well, Ms. Thomas has a kind of 
strap. Actually it's a switch." 

"A what?" 

"A long thin wooden switch, you know." 

I swung my hand through the air and made a whooshing sound." 

She licked her lips and swallowed repeatedly. 

"It really stings when it hits your bare buns." 

"B ... b ... bare?" she gulped. 

"Ms. Thomas says if you want to act like a little child she'll punish you 
like a little child, right on the bare behind. A lot of girls are more upset 
at that, because they're so embarrassed, than they are about the actual 
pain." 

Was it my imagination or was Erin squeezing her thighs together? I had 
figured her for such a shy girl, and Robin for the brash, sexy one. But it 
didn't look like Robin had much enjoyed her visit to Ms. Thomas, not from 
the way she was acting. 

Robin was very obedient afterwards, but I noticed Erin was near her often, 
whispering to her. Robin didn't look like she was happy about this and kept 
hissing angrily at her. I guessed Erin was tryin to find out what had 
happened and Robin was too embarrassed to tell. 

The next time a discipline problem occurred I was not surprised that Erin 
was involved, nor that she broke an obvious rule in a way that she must have 
known would be found out. 

It was right after dinner. None of the girls were allowed into the water for 
an hour afterwards, but Erin put on her swimsuit and went right down to the 
beach. Naturally she got caught. The counsellor brought her back to me. 

"She said you gave her permission to swim now." 

"I did not," I said, looking at Erin. 

Erin was looking down at the ground, her face and neck slightly flushed. 

"I'll take her," I said. 

She nodded and went back to the beach. 

"Come with me, Erin." 

She followed along behind me as we went to see Ms. Thomas." 

"You know, Ms. Thomas frowns on dishonesty even more than she does on 
breaking the rules," I said. "She says no dishonest person can ever have 
discipline.". 

Erin shrugged, still not looking at me. 

I knocked on Ms. Thomas's door, and she opened it, looking first at me, then 
at Erin. 

I swallowed nervously myself, as I did every time I saw Ms. Thomas. I could 
feel my quim starting to heat up as well, wondering what she would do to 
Erin, and almost wishing I could see it. 

See, Ms. Thomas, and even Tiffany and the others had wakened in me the sense 
of lust for girls that I'd previously only felt for guys. I mean, a week ago 
I wouldn't have even bothered looking at all these cute girls in the tight 
tank tops and short shorts, but now I was licking my lips and wishing I 
could get my hands on this set of breasts or that round ass. 

"Come in," Ms. Thomas said. 

I showed Erin inside. 

"What's the problem?" 

"Erin here deliberately broke the rules by going swimming right after 
dinner. Then she lied to the counsellor and told her I had given her 
permission." 

Ms. Thomas frowned at Erin. 

"Look up at me, girl," she snapped. 

Erin jerked her head up, face red, trembling slightly. 

"Well?" 

"I uh ... I was hot." In more ways than one, I thought. "Were you now? And 
have you now discipline? Could you not wait until the hour had passed?" 

"I uh ... didn't want to," she gulped. "And then you lied. Why?" 

"I uh ... didn't want to get in trouble." 

"So you lied, purely for selfish reasons." Erin looked away. "Look at me!" 

Erin gasped and jerked her head back. "You're behaving like an immature, 
spoiled little child." 

Erin shrugged brashly, attempting a look of defiance. 

Ms. Thomas' eyes narrowed. 

"Perhaps you aren't aware of how we punish silly spoiled little girls." 

"She knows full well," I said. 

Ms. Thomas looked at me, then back at Erin. 

"Then perhaps she needs a taste of it herself." 

"You don't scare me," Erin said. 

"I'm not attempting to scare you, girl." 

She stepped back a few steps and examined Erin. 

"Take off your suit," she ordered. 

"Why?" Erin gulped nervously. 

"Because I feel people who act like children should be punished like 
children. Just as your daddy used to spank your bare behind so are you going 
to be punished now." 

Red-faced, Erin pushed the straps over her shoulders, then, covering her 
breasts with one arm, pulled the swimsuit down and off, looking at the floor 
all the while. 

"Bend over the table." 

Erin wordlessly turned and draped herself across the table. Ms. Thomas 
smiled at me behind her back and nodded. She got the cane and handed it to 
me. 

"You do it," she said. 

I looked at it, startled, then at Erin's bright round white ass, so 
beautifully displayed. I gazed at the soft red fur underneath, and the 
little slit peeking out at me, then moved closer to her. 

My heart began to pound as I swung the thing through the air experimentally, 
then drew it back and whipped it down across her ass. 

She made a low gurgling noise, but nothing more. I swung it again, harder, 
this time leaving a red line across her cheeks as she gasped in pain. Again 
I swung it down, harder still, this time drawing a moan. I swung it down 
even harder, and this time she let out a broken sob of pain. 

I left bright red lines across her ivory flesh as I whipped the cane down 
again and again. She sobbed and moaned and whimpered and cried out in pain, 
but made no attempt to block me, and in fact, it almost looked at times like 
she was pushing her ass back to meet each new blow. 

Ms. Thomas stopped me with a motion, then leaned over and gripped her by the 
hair, yanking her upright and twisting her around. Erin cried out in pain, 
her hands going behind her head to grab at Ms. Thomas's wrist. 

I whistled in amazement at her breasts. They were the firmest I had ever 
seen, looking like carved marble, and her nipples were swollen so much they 
looked almost unnatural. 

"Well, what have we here," Ms. Thomas said. 

She held the girl at arm's length, and when Erin jerked her arm down to try 
and cover her breasts Ms. Thomas pulled sharply on her hair, ordering her to 
drop her arms to her sides. Erin obeyed, whimpering and sniffling. 

"I think this is one of those sluts who gets off on being caned," Ms. Thomas 
said. "For them some other kind of punishment is needed, otherwise they just 
enjoy it." 

She reached out and squeezed one of Erin's fat nipples between her thumb and 
forefinger, and the redhead gasped and jerked violently, her mouth opening 
and closing as she shuddered. 

"Maybe we should cane her pussy," I said, sliding the cane between her 
thighs and bringing it up against her pussy mound. 

I rubbed it back and forth hard, and she groaned and thrust her hips out 
convulsively. 

Ms. Thomas squeezed Erin's breast, holding the girl's head back so her back 
was arched, and I reached in and squeezed her pussy mound. Her hips jerked 
harder and faster, and I found her slit with my fingers and rubbed up and 
down. 

She cried out, her voice distorted by passion, and bucked her hips harder. I 
tried to force a finger up her quim but found that she was a virgin, so I 
settled for rubbing her clitty as hard as I could. 

She came within seconds, crying out in joy, thrashing and shaking in our 
grip as her face twisted into a vision of wild, astonished gratification. 

She sagged and we both had to hold her up. 

"She's a virgin," I said. 

"Well, perhaps that's one of the problems with her. Maybe we can take care 
of that, and properly punish her at the same time." 

Ms. Thomas bent the girl over the table again, and I held her while she 
fetched something from a nearby cupboard. She came back and tossed it to me. 

"Strip and put that on," she ordered. It was a kind of belt, or harness, 
with a long, thick dildo attached to it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

I Stared at it, then jerked off my T-shirt, shorts, bra and panties, and 
pulled the straps up my legs. I fastened the thing around my hips and 
adjusted the cock, amazed at how it felt resting against me. 

The thing was designed so it rested right against the top of my slit, and 
had a soft, little pad at its base which would press against my clitty each 
time I thrust it in. Ms. Thomas gave me a little jar and I opened it and 
spread lubricant over the front of the dildo. 

Ms. Thomas gripped the back of the girl's head as I rubbed my oily fingers 
up and down her virgin slit. Erin moaned, but made no effort to pull back. 

"We think one of your problems is that you've got these fantasies about 
getting something thick up inside you," Ms. Thomas purred. "Well, we're 
going to eliminate that fantasy right here and now. Maybe that will keep 
these sluttish thoughts off your mind." 

I rubbed the dildo against her slit, slowly pushing it inwards. I felt my 
chest tighten as I watched the fat head slowly force her tight pussy lips 
apart, and sink into her. 

Erin moaned, and struggled a little against Ms. Thomas, but the woman held 
her easily in place as I forced the dildo deeper. I felt an obstruction not 
far inside and jabbed at it with the head of the dildo. 

"Give it to her," Ms. Thomas demanded impatiently. 

I thrust in and Erin cried out, struggling wildly for a few seconds. Then 
she went limp, moaning and whimpering as the dildo slid through the torn 
remains of her cherry. I held still for a few moments, running my hands over 
her bare buttocks, admiring how soft they were, then pushed the dildo 
deeper. 

"You're not making love to her, you stupid bitch!" Ms. Thomas snarled. 

She reached out and slapped my face, knocking me backwards. 

"You're punishing her, not having sex with her. 

Rape her cunt open and do it now! Ram that thing into her, you dumb slut!" 

I fearfully gripped Erin's hips and thrust in hard. She cried out in pain as 
the thick dildo was jammed into her guts. I threw my weight behind it, 
gripping her tightly to pull her ass back as I crammed every last inch of 
rubber cock into her heaving belly. 

"That's it! Rape her! Rape the bitch good!" Ms. Thomas demanded. 

I didn't have any choice, and ... oddly, I found that I was really getting 
off on it. Erin was sobbing and gasping and begging me to stop, but my pussy 
was bubbling on high heat as I tore the dildo back, then stabbed it up into 
her again. 

I fucked as fast as I could, ripping the dildo back and forth in her belly 
as her legs jerked and twisted and kicked, and she yelped and moaned and 
begged for mercy. 

The long, thick dildo gleamed as it pistoned back and forth through her 
tight, sucking pussy lips, and I watched it with wide, excited eyes as it 
disappeared, then reappeared through those clutching fleshy gates. 

Ms. Thomas leaned over and twisted Erin's head to one side. 

"Is a good stiff one up the snatch just what you dreamed of?" she sneered. 

Every hard thrust made the base of the dildo grind back against my clitty, 
and I was panting and groaning with pleasure as I raped the redhead. My 
hands slid up her side and jammed under her chest, groping her sweating 
breasts. I felt her incredibly swollen nipples pressing into the palms of my 
hands, and found new excitement and new energy, fucking even harder. 

My hips were pounding against her buttocks, as I raped the dildo back and 
forth in her cunt, and the waves of heat were swamping my body and mind, 
blurring my thinking and vision. 

I came, gasping and moaning and crying out in pleasure as I fucked her 
harder still, the dildo a brutal battering ram as it punched against her 
cervix with brutal force. 

But I could tell, even in the midst of my bliss, that Erin was pushing her 
ass back against me, was wilfully taking the dildo as hard as I could give 
it. Her moans and cries could have been pain, but I suddenly realized that 
they weren't, and Ms. Thomas did too. 

I slowly stopped, panting for breath and leaning over the girl as I 
recovered my breath. Ms. Thomas glared at both of us. 

She seemed both pleased and irritated. Erin was, I think, exactly what she 
was looking for, yet for some reason she despised her for it. 

"Brjng her into the room," she said. 

She didn't have to say which room. 

I pulled the trembling young redhead erect and half dragged her down the 
hall to the room where Ms. Thomas kept her gadgets and toys and frameworks. 

Ms. Thomas jerked her from my grasp and spun her around, pressing her 
against the wall, then cuffed her hands together with studded leather 
restraints. She picked up a leather strap and slid it around Erin's upper 
arms, then jerked it tight, forcing the redhead's arms back together so her 
elbows touched. 

Erin moaned in pain, but her breasts stood out so beautifully that I felt my 
pussy starting to heat up again. Ms. Thomas turned her and shoved her at me. 

"Hold her," she snapped. 

She went to a cupboard and picked up a couple of small metallic objects, 
then returned to us. 

She pinched and rolled one of Erin's fat nipples in her fingers as she 
examined it. 

"Does this feel good, slut?" she asked. "You have the roundest little 
nipples I've ever seen. I wonder how strong they are." 

I saw the metal alligator clip in her hand now, and watched her open the 
tight jaws, then slid them around the nipple. Erin moaned, and I gripped her 
tightly, bunching her red hair together in a single tail and pulling back 
enough to keep her head up. My other arm was between her bound arms and her 
back. 

"Hold her." 

She let the alligator clip snap shut, and Erin screamed in agony, her 
shrieks hurting my ears. Ms. 

Thomas winced and got a ball gag, then jammed it into the girl's open mouth, 
muffling her howls. 

"Should've done that first," she muttered as she buckled it behind her head. 

Meanwhile I struggled with the thrashing, shaking, struggling girl, pulling 
back harder and harder on her hair to force her to stand still. I was 
worried I'd be punished if Ms. Thomas thought I wasn't obeying her orders 
well enough. 

She opened the second clip and snapped it shut around Erin's other nipple. 
Again the girl howled and shrieked and struggled against me. Ms. Thomas 
smiled. 

Then I saw two more metal things. They looked like little square hunks of 
metal with a hook on each end. As Erin's struggles began to subside Ms. 
Thomas hooked the hooks into the alligator clips, then let the squares fall. 

They were weights, of course, and they tugged down hard at Erin's nipples. 
She screamed again and started to struggle, but instantly realized that 
every movement made the weights bounce and jerk wildly. 

She stilled her movements, moaning into the gag. 

Ms. Thomas smiled and gripped her hair, pulling her forward and bending her 
over until Erin's face Was looking at the floor. Then she made her walk 
forward until she was in front of one of the frames. 

Erin sobbed and screamed each time she moved, because the weights bounced 
and pulled on her nipples, which were already burning with pain. They pulled 
them down, distending the round pink nubs until they were stretched out a 
couple of inches. 

There was a chain attached to the framework, and Ms. Thomas pulled it 
straight out towards the bent over girl, attaching it to her wrist cuffs, 
tugging it tight so it pulled them forward, forcing the girl to remain bent 
over. Then she slipped leather restraints around each of her ankles, and 
pulled them apart, locking them to rings set in the floor. 

She slid her hands through Erin's long red hair, caressing it. Then she 
combed it sideways, into two tight pig tails. She tied a cord to each tail 
and led them straight down to tie off on another ring set into the floor. 

Erin moaned into the gag, but fought not to move. Every movement ached and 
made her nipples burn like fire. 

Then Ms. Thomas produced another alligator clip. She smiled at me as she 
moved behind the redhead. She bent over and stroked Erin's damp pussy mound, 
then parted her cunt lips and searched out her clitty. 

I gulped and closed my own thighs instinctively as Ms. Thomas opened the 
jaws of the metal clip and placed them around the throbbing, swollen clitty, 
then let them snap shut. 

Erin shrieked madly into the gag, shaking and thrashing, even as she fought 
to keep from moving. 

She screamed into the gag as Ms. Thomas attached another weight to the clip 
and let it dangle between her legs. 

"That must ... hurt," I gulped. 

"Want to try it?" 

I shook my head rapidly. 

"You've got a cock now, use it." 

"Wha ... uhm, but I already...." 

"I said use it," she ordered. "She's still got a virgin hole. Rape her 
asshole." 

I looked at the wrinkled little hole, so defenceless and vulnerable, and I 
looked at the weights dangling from Erin's clit and nipples. I felt sorry 
for her, but ... but my pussy had also gotten incredibly hot while I had 
watched Ms. Thomas. 

And I wanted to do it. I didn't want to feel guilt, so I told myself I was 
only obeying Ms. Thomas, and that if I didn't she'd do it to both of us. 

The dildo was still coated with lubricant as I stepped behind the shuddering 
girl. Erin was moaning into the gag, but trying to keep as still as 
possible. I knew that what I was going to do would shake her back and forth, 
and oddly, felt my body fill with excitement at the prospect. 

I didn't want to hurt her ... exactly ... but seeing her hurt turned me on 
to an incredible degree. 

I humped at her bung hole and she moaned in protest. I gripped her hips and 
slowly pressed the dildo against her hole. She couldn't move away, and the 
dildo pressed harder against her soft, moist flesh. I clutched her buttocks, 
pulling them apart as I worked the head of the dildo into her rectum with 
steady pressure. 

She sobbed and moaned, and I had pangs of guilt, but I knew I had no choice. 
I felt her flesh squeezing down around it, fighting its entry, and pulled 
back a little, then when I caught Ms. Thomas' scowl, thrust in hard. 

Erin screamed and I saw the weight attached to her clitty bounce and swing 
freely. I thrust in again, and again the weight bounced, as did the two 
attached to her nipples. I pulled back, grunting with effort, and thrust in 
again, stuffing several more inches up her ass. 

Ms. Thomas was stripping off her clothes, and I saw her go over and pull a 
second dildo from the cupboard. I fucked in harder, driving the dildo fully 
up the whimpering girl's asshole. 

I ground my hips against her buttocks, and, just for good measure, reached 
out and slapped her ass a few times as Ms. Thomas oiled up her dildo. I was 
afraid I had disappointed her, and that was why she was going to take over, 
but she didn't say a word as she came around to join me. 

I started to pull back, but she moved behind me, and I felt the nose of her 
strap-on dildo pressing against MY asshole! 

My eyes widened, and moaned unconsciously. I'd never taken a cock back 
there, nor ever wanted to. I recalled how Ms. Thomas had put a vibrator back 
there when hanging me upside down the other night, but I'd been out of it at 
the time and had hardly realized what was happening. 

I knew I dared not protest, and stood still, even spreading my legs a little 
as Ms. Thomas held my hips and bent me forward. I felt the hard rubber dildo 
rubbing against my anal opening, then jabbing forward. It punched against my 
hole, then she began to exert pressure. 

I was bent forward against Erin's back, my nipples rubbing against her flesh 
as Ms. Thomas slowly forced the dildo up my rectum. My own dildo was buried 
in Erin's ass, and grinding around inside her as I jerked my hips. 

I felt Ms. Thomas's hands slide under my arms along my ribs, then slide over 
my breasts. She squeezed them tightly, her fingers kneading the soft flesh 
as she forced more and more of the thick dildo up my ass. 

"Keep fucking her, slut!" she growled into my ear. 

Fearful that she would use the alligator clamps on me next I hurried to 
obey. My asshole ached from the invading dildo, but I was sure the alligator 
clips would ache a lot more. 

I began humping against her, thrusting the dildo up her ass with faster and 
harder motions. Of course, that also made my own ass jerk back against Ms. 
Thomas and her dildo, but I couldn't escape that, and wasn't sure I wanted 
to. 

Fucking Erin like this was making my guts churn with excitement, and I began 
to see the dildo working in and out of my own rectum as a way of feeling 
what she was feeling. I knew exactly how the dildo felt as I raped her 
asshole because of the one inside me. 

My clitty was being rubbed hard by the base of my dildo, and I knew that Ms. 
Thomas was getting the same rubbing. I groaned in pleasure as I slid hand 
hands down Erin's sides and gave her breasts a hard squeeze. She let out a 
moan through the gag, but I didn't care. 

I squeezed harder, my fingers squashing her swollen meat as I fucked my 
dildo up her rectum. I jerked her breasts apart and mashed them together, 
making the weights swing below her, and slammed my hips into her buttocks, 
throwing her forward and pulling her back. 

Ms. Thomas had her own dildo almost completely up inside my own anus now, 
and was pumping in time to my own thrusts. Each time I pulled back, tearing 
my dildo out of Erin's hole, Ms. Thomas thrust forward, burying her dildo 
inside mine. 

My whole body was crackling with lust, and I came with a glorious explosion 
of pleasure, crying out in bliss as I rammed my hips forward into Erin's 
upturned buttocks, and slammed my asshole back onto Ms. Thomas's rubber 
cock. 

My insides heaved and twisted and I gurgled in ecstasy, my breasts boiling 
in Ms. Thomas' hands as I dug my own fingers into Erin's tit mounds. I bit 
down on the side of her throat and sucked with all my strength as Ms. Thomas 
slammed her hips forward harder and harder, then bent forward atop me and 
bit down on my throat. 

The three of us shuddered and trembled for long, long seconds, then Ms. 
Thomas slowly pulled back, straightening with a sigh and sliding the dildo 
out of my aching asshole. I pulled my dildo out of Erin. Erin, of course, 
remained right where she was. 

"Go back to your cabin," she said. "I'll make sure this slut knows not to 
disobey rules in future." 

I left the room and dressed, then went back to my group. Since after dinner 
was free time nobody had really missed me. Nobody seemed to be wondering 
where Erin was either. 

My eyes fell on Robin as I entered, and I wondered what the cane would feel 
like across her back or buttocks. I licked my lips as I ran my eyes over the 
bunch of them, imagining fucking each with a dildo, tying them all up and 
whipping their asses. 

It was early to bed here, because we got up with the dawn. There were no 
nighties for the girls, because, as I told them, they had little need of 
them. Some of them were already in the habit of sleeping nude, and the 
others, realizing that if they wore nighties, especially in the heat of the 
wooden cabins, they would later have to wash them by hand, agreed that 
they'd rather sleep in the nude anyway. 

The cabins were set up with in a simple fashion. 

There were three bunk beds set in a row, head to foot against the right 
wall. The reason was so the girls had some privacy. If they were side by 
side other girls would be able to see them easily. Head to foot another girl 
couldn't see any other unless she sat up. 

There were a couple of tables, and some chairs along the left wall, a small 
mirror nailed in place, and some very small footlockers for the girls to 
store belongings, like books, etc. 

On the side of a thin wall was the counsellor's room, where the councillor 
slept. The cabin where I'd been shown the first day was abandoned once the 
girls got here, because the girls needed closer supervision. 

In order to be able to do that there was a mirror on my side which could be 
swung open. This revealed a hole in the wall. The mirror on the girl's side 
of the cabin was one way glass, and I could look in on them at any time to 
see what they were doing. 

The first night all that revealed was Chelsea, who lay on her upper bunk and 
masturbated quietly without anyone else knowing. 

Erin had returned late, and exhausted, saying she had joined a hike in the 
woods led by a couple of counsellors. The others either told her she was 
crazy, or told her to let them know next time so they could come. 

She didn't speak to me, but she didn't have the air of fear and 
submissiveness that Robin still gave out. She almost seemed to have a kind 
of repressed excitement, though maybe her exhaustion was making me just 
think that. 

The next day dawned bright and hot. Swimming was one of the favourite 
recreations. Some of the girls, complaining that their suits were too tight 
and uncomfortable, wanted to swim in the nude, and Ms. Thomas gave her 
permission. Soon most of the girls were swimming in the nude. 

The dykes were very pleased. 

Karen edged up beside me as I watched over the beach. 

"Having fun?" 

"Okay," I said. 

"I noticed you going into Thomas's place with the redhead. What happened?" 

"Uh, she uh, had to be disciplined." Karen snorted in amusement. "Did Thomas 
let you help?" I shrugged. 

"She's got a great set of dildos in there," she said. 

"Have you uh...." 

"Of course," she smiled. 

"But ... I mean ... I thought that you ... I mean we were ... like...." 

"You mean we're not dykes?" I nodded. 

"We're not. I like cock. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy a little pussy 
sometimes. I especially like using those dildos and vibrators. See, the 
difference between us and the dykes is they never use the dildos, and won't 
have anything to do with guys. They'd rather lick pussy than take a hard 
cock up their snatch." I nodded. 

"You get to fuck the little bitch with a dildo?" 

"Yes, in her pussy and her ass." 

"Yum yum," she said, licking her lips as she gazed down at Erin, swimming 
and splashing in the water. 

"Ms. Thomas fucked me in the ass with one too," I said, blushing. 

"She really knows how to handle those rubber cocks. Get her to fuck your 
pussy sometime. It's fantastic." 

"How long have you been here? 

"Couple of years." 

"Why ... I mean, what is Ms. Thomas doing?" 

"You don't know?" I shook my head. 

"These little sluts are all headed for nowhere, basically. Ms. Thomas knows 
this club on an island in the Pacific. It's for rich guys. She uses these 
camps to find girls who are really sluts, who are uninhibited, and 
preferably into submission, then she ships them to these islands." 

"She ships them?" 

"It's no white slavery, if that's what you're thinking. They live really 
good there, have great apartments, lay around on the beach, and the only 
thing they have to do is party and fuck with the bigshot guests." 

She shrugged. "Half of these little bitches are probably going to be in jail 
in a few years, and the rest will be welfare mothers bringing up snotty 
brats with no husband. Which would you prefer, that, or the club?" 

"Well ... how do you know this club is so nice?" 

She turned and smiled at me. "Because I work there," she said. 

"You...." 

She moved away and went over to talk to one of the girls, a blonde I didn't 
know with huge tits. I shook my head in wonder, trying to figure out the 
truth of what she had said. I shifted my gaze to Erin, who turned and looked 
at me. She opened her mouth and slowly ran her tongue along her lower lip, 
then grinned and turned away. 

Little slut, I thought. 

I stopped Kelly as she went by. 

"Hey, have you seen Beth anywhere?" 

She smirked and nodded towards the distant lodge, then passed on by. 

I looked towards the lodge, thinking of how shy and timid Beth was, and the 
things Ms. Thomas did. Then I recalled how shy Erin had acted. Could Beth be 
anything like Erin? I felt strangely protective of her, maybe because we had 
come in together, maybe because she had such a sweet smile and gentle 
disposition. 

I thought of the pretty little brunette with her ass stuck out, a dildo 
thrusting into it. Then I thought of the dildo attached to my body, and my 
hands gripping her hips. I licked my lips as my pussy began to warm up, and 
I unconsciously took a step towards the lodge. 

I shook my head, trying to decide whether I wanted to fuck her or protect 
her. I looked at the water again, then headed for the lodge. I had no idea 
what I was going to do, but I felt drawn there. 

I didn't knock on the door. Instead I circled the house, looking for a 
window I could see in. There were none. I returned to the front and tried 
the door. It was unlocked. My heart was pounding as I turned the knob and 
slowly peeked inside. 

I opened the door and slid through, then closed it behind me. I felt like a 
burglar. 

"Uuuunnggghhhh!" 

My eyes jerked to the door of the torture room, as I called it. I was sure 
that was Beth's voice. I pushed myself free of the wall and crept towards 
it. 

"AHhhhhhhhghh!" she cried. 

I edged closer and peeked around the corner into the open room. 

Beth was naked, her wrists bound behind her back. She was wearing a belt, 
and a chain hung from the back. She was on her knees, bent over, and I could 
see the base of a dildo sticking out of her pussy, and another out of her 
asshole. The one sticking out of her ass was locked to the chain that was 
attached to the back of her belt. 

Ms. Thomas was sitting on a chair, legs apart, naked, and Beth was eating 
her out. The woman held a cat O' nine tails in her hand, and whenever she 
thought Beth's tongue was slowing she swung it down against her ass or back. 
I felt my pussy juicing as I watched, and squeezed my thighs together 
unconsciously. 

Suddenly hands jammed into my back and flung me forward into the room. I 
stumbled and fell to my knees, then quickly got up as Tiffany came in behind 
me, smirking. 

"What are you doing here, Stuart?" Ms. Thomas demanded. 

Beth looked up at me and her face turned bright red in mortification. She 
jerked her eyes down and away. 

"I asked you a question!" 

"I uh ... I was uh ... looking for Beth." 

"Why?" 

"I uh....I was ... I just wanted to ... uhm, make sure she was all right." 

"How touching," Ms. Thomas sniffed. "Don't you have work to do?" 

"I uh, was at the beach, but there's plenty of counsellors there." 

"So you just wandered off." She looked at Tiffany, and Tiffany moved towards 
me. 

"Get those clothes off, slut," she ordered. 

I didn't want to for some reason, because Beth was there probably, but I 
knew I had no choice. I stripped off my clothes and stood there naked, 
anxiously shifting my weight from one leg to the other. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Tiffany caught my hair and shoved me forward, forcing me to my knees beside 
Beth. Ms. Thomas then twisted her around so she faced me, and pulled her up 
halfway across her lap. Tiffany pushed my face in against Beth's crotch, and 
ordered me lick her. 

With her hand twisting my hair I didn't have any choice, and I began to 
slide my tongue along Beth's cunt cleft. Ms. Thomas smiled down at me, her 
hands squeezing Beth's breasts as I drove my tongue between her pussy lips. 

"Suck her clitty," Tiffany ordered. "Push your fingers up her pussy!" 

I peeled Beth's cunt lips open and licked along the top, searching out her 
clit, then sliding my lips over it. My right index finger probed against her 
pussy opening and slid up into her. 

I was surprised to find she was hot and wet inside. She must have been 
getting off on what they'd been doing after all. I fucked my finger inside 
her pussy as she moaned and bucked her hips up against me. 

Tiffany slid a hand between my thighs and fingered my pussy, her fat fingers 
jamming up inside me as she rubbed my clitty. My own heat began to rise, and 
I licked harder at Beth's snatch. She was grinding her ass against Ms. 
Thomas, gasping and panting in pleasure as my lips sucked on her clit bud. 

Tiffany slapped my ass hard, and I yelped in pain, but I kept licking at 
Beth. She slapped me again and again, her hand turning my ass a bright red 
as I bent over Beth's crotch and slurped at her sex hole. 

Suddenly Beth began humping wildly, gasping and moaning and jerking her head 
back as she whined in pleasure. I fucked my finger up her as hard as I could 
while I sucked on her clitty. 

Then Tiffany pulled me away and dragged me to my feet, holing my hair up and 
back. "There. As you can see, young Beth is quite happy here," Ms. Thomas 
said. "But as for you, you've broken how many rules coming here? Hmmm? Not 
to mention coming in uninvited. Breaking and entering is against the law, is 
it not?" 

Tiffany dragged me back against one of the odder shaped frames. It was wide 
wooden barrel with a metal bar through the center hanging horizontally 
between two poles. Tiffany lifted my hands above my head and pulled them 
behind me, buckling a pair of straps around them and attaching them to the 
barrel. 

She turned a wheel and the barrel rotated up and back, pulling my arms down 
behind it and pulling me against it hard. I moaned as my back arched 
violently and bent back across the top of the barrel. The barrel rotated 
until I was on the top, and then stopped. 

Tiffany pulled a strap across my lower waist, right across my hips. It held 
me tightly against the barrel. Then she reached to the poles on either side 
and pulled straps from them, she attached them to my legs right above my 
knees, pulling them back tightly. 

My groin ached, my tendons burned, and I moaned in pain as the straps forced 
my legs wider and wider apart. I couldn't even see what was happening 
because my head was upside down on the other side of the barrel, but my 
knees were pulled wider and wider, until the actual pressed against the 
barrel on either side of my body. 

The barrel turned and my head went down then under it and came up the other 
side again. I blinked my eyes at the three of them, seeing that they were 
all standing in front of the barrel now. Ms. Thomas let my head rise fully, 
then gripped my hair and pulled it back sharply. 

As soon as my mouth opened to cry out she shoved a ball-gag inside it, then 
buckled it around in behind my head. 

"We're going to have to teach you to obey the rules, Amy," she said. 

She pushed Beth forward. "See how sensitive her nipples are," she said. 

Beth swallowed nervously. She licked her lips, refusing to meet my eyes, 
then bent over and stroked my straining breasts. My nipples were already 
hard. As anxious and fearful I was about what they were going to do to me I 
was still aroused and hot. 

Beth began to lick at my left nipple, her fingers stroking the underside of 
both breasts as she folded her lips over it and sucked gently. Her teeth 
gnawed lightly as she drew it into her mouth, and her tongue stroked rapidly 
back and forth over it as Tiffany slid a hand over my crotch and fingered my 
clit. 

Beth shifted to my other breast, sucking and licking at my right nipple now, 
making it throb and glow with excitement. Both breasts were alive with 
pleasure and need as her hands kneaded them with far more expertise than I 
would have thought possible for her. 

Ms. Thomas drew her back then and slid her hands onto my breasts, squeezing 
them roughly. She had taken the time to put on elbow length leather gloves, 
and the feel of them was odd, but exciting as she dug her fingers into the 
thick, soft meat. 

Then she stepped back and produced a narrow switch, like the cane but longer 
and thinner, and not as heavy. It was very light-weight in fact, which I 
found out as she swung it down across my right breast. 

It wasn't pain it might have been, but it was a terrible stinging ache that 
made me scream into the gag, like a needle had been stabbed into my flesh. 
She whipped it down again, onto my other breast, then again, directly over 
the nipple. 

I screamed in even more pain, pulling and wriggling in my bondage as my 
breasts stung more and more. The switch licked across my breasts from top to 
bottom, especially across my nipples, which burned and ached. 

She put down the switch and picked up the cat o' nine tails. I moaned in 
denial, shaking my head frantically as my eyes bulged. Ms. Thomas only 
smiled softly. Tiffany leered, and Beth looked wide-eyed, but fascinated and 
excited. 

The cat slashed down across my left breast, and it exploded in pain. A dozen 
snapping stabbing bites made my breast shake and wobble as I shrieked into 
the gag. Ms. Thomas swung the cat against my other breast, and again there 
was a massive blast of agony roaring through my system. 

I shuddered and thrashed as the cat came down again, then again, then again, 
screaming as jagged blasts of agony ripped into my soft, tender meat. Tears 
poured down my cheeks as my head thrashed and my body trembled in violent 
pain. 

She finally stopped, and I moaned in misery and pain as Tiffany turned the 
barrel upwards. I whimpered in relief as my breasts turned over the top of 
the barrel and started down the other side. Then the barrel stopped moving. 

I didn't even hear or suspect a thing until the cat lashed down directly 
against my exposed pubic mound. With my knees bent cruelly open the cat 
struck my cunt mound fully, the leather strips lashing all across the soft, 
sensitive flesh, as well as my inner thighs. 

The pain was unbelievable. My eyes bulged and my mind exploded with shocked 
horror and agony as nausea filled my belly. I screamed helplessly as the cat 
came down again, and again, and again on my soft cunt. I howled in agony, my 
throat aching as I screamed and screamed. 

The blasts stopped and I sobbed and shuddered, my entire crotch afire. I 
felt fingers at my pussy lips, then a sharp biting pain against each of 
them. I screamed again, whimpering pitifully as what I knew must be a pair 
of those alligator clips bit into the soft flesh of my pussy lips. 

I felt them pulling at my cunt lips, tearing them open, forcing them wider 
and wider as I sobbed in pain. 

"Ahh, you look so delightful like this, Amy," Ms. 

Thomas said. "You should see how exposed your pussy is with the lips 
stretched so far apart. Tiffany is tying off the lines now so you stay that 
way for a little while. 

"Isn't she pretty, Beth?" 

"Yes, Ms. Thomas," Beth's voice said. 

"See her clitty there, and her little fuck hole? Go and lick her dear." 

I felt fingers at my crotch, and moaned as they slid across thighs 
criss-crossed with tiny welts. I felt her mouth against my pussy, and 
marvelled as I felt how my pussy lips had been pulled straight back so far. 
Her entire face rubbed against my pink inner flesh as she sucked and licked 
over it. 

She found my clitty and began to tongue it, then slid her fingers into my 
hole, one, two, three, pumping steadily as she sucked on my clitoris. I 
heard a click, then felt something else rubbing over my pink inner flesh, 
something hard that ... that shook. 

I guessed it was a vibrator, though I'd never felt one on myself. I'd been 
given one and had to use it on Ms. Thomas before. 

Now I felt it rubbing up and down my exposed cunt opening, sliding against 
my clit, then fucking into my hole, sliding deep into the sheath of my bdly 
and laying there snugly as Beth continued to lick at my clit. 

My belly began to vibrate in time to the machine, and Beth's licking and 
sucking of my clit was starting to do nice things to my belly. My body still 
burned with pain, but the pleasure was able to somehow rise over that. I 
welcomed it, anything that distracted me from the throbbing ache in my 
breasts and crotch was welcome. 

I moaned weakly, my brain not yet functioning properly after the ripping it 
had gotten from the awful, blinding pain. 

Beth pumped the vibrator in and out, and I felt the pleasure mounting, felt 
it blending with the pain somehow, felt myself enveloped in a throbbing 
field of sexual heat and lust. 

The vibrator pushed deeper, almost embedding itself in my belly. I felt 
Beth's fingers sliding off the base, felt her pressing against the base, 
trying to jam it further. I moaned as it ground into my cervix, my body 
caught by a shimmering field of twinkling, flashing little pleasures. 

I was going to come, and yearned for it. I was shaking with the need, almost 
ready to explode from the pressure inside me. 

Ms. Thomas moved behind the barrel, to where my head hung, and stroked my 
aching breasts. 

"Give it to her," she said. 

She squeezed my breasts and I gasped as they burned like fire. She leaned in 
near my head and smiled. 

"Are you ready to taste the riding crop, Amy?" she smiled. "Tiffany's given 
it to your little friend now. She's going to see if you like that as much as 
your tongue." 

I moaned in denial. The riding crop on my exposed cunt flesh! I moaned, and 
yet ... and yet Beth had stopped licking me, and I needed her touch, needed 
some touch. The vibrator was still purring in my belly but I needed ... 
needed something.... 

"Now, Beth," Ms. Thomas said. 

Beth swung her arm down and I heard the crop hissing through the air, then 
it cracked against my sopping wet pink cunt flesh. 

My cunt exploded in pain, yet my hips jumped with pleasure at the same time. 
I screamed as my cunt flared into white hot agony, then screamed again as 
the orgasm blossomed and grew, exploding and expanding. 

The cane lashed across the middle of my cunt again, and again I shrieked and 
howled, maddened and horrified, and at the same time rapturous with 
pleasure, with ecstasy. The orgasm howled through me as the crop whipped 
across my cunt again, and again and again. 

My body thrashed madly, my mind spinning out of control, my body shaking and 
writhing as the pain exploded again and again, each blow a sharp, rippling 
bolt of lightning through the howling gale of my pleasure. 

Ms Thomas squeezed my aching breasts hard, sending more pain through my 
system, and her lips closed around my fiery hot nipple, sucking hard, 
chewing and licking the swollen bud as I screamed endlessly into the ball 
gag. 

* * * 

I had to move very carefully that evening. I wore very loose shorts with no 
panties, and a satiny tank top that was likewise loose. Still my pussy ached 
and my breasts throbbed. 

I had lost consciousness, and during that time they had pulled me down from 
the barrel and put some kind of salve on my pussy and breasts. I don't know 
whether it helped or not. 

The funny thing was that in addition to the pain both my pussy and tits had 
this incredible sensitivity that made the slightest touch send daggers of 
lust into my belly. Even the soft brushing of the tank top was enough to 
keep my nipples in a constant state of erection. 

Despite the pain I felt when I did so, I found I had to keep sliding my 
hands under my top to pinch and squeeze the fat round hot little buds. As 
for my clitty, it seemed I only had to gently spread my lips a little, and 
stroke it ever so lightly for my blood to boil. 

It still hurt, but I could come within seconds, and the come made up for the 
hurt, and then some. 

It kept me up that evening. I lay on my back on my bunk naked, legs apart. 
The pain throbbed, like when I burned my thumb as a little girl. It wasn't 
terrible pain, but it was tcx) distracting to fall asleep. The hot night 
made it worse because I was sweating. 

And I couldn't seem to keep my hands away. Every few minutes I would finger 
my nipples, wincing at the pain, but sighing at the pleasure, then gently 
rub at my clitty until my ass bucked upwards, my back arched, and I came 
with a violent explosion of pleasure. 

It was while I was up getting a cup of water that I happened to check in on 
the girls and find some odd movement on top of one of the bunks. I looked 
closer through the one way glass of the mirror, and saw two girls going at 
it. 

It was too hot for them to cover themselves with sheets, and I guess they 
thought everyone else was asleep anyway, and none were likely to see. They 
were on the endmost bunk, which was Laura's, the big busted brunette with 
the oh so sweet face. Erin's was the bunk at Laura's foot, and it was empty. 

The next bunk over was Chelsea, and I saw her sleeping there. She would have 
to raise her head and look over the headboard of her bunk, and Erin's, to 
see what was happening in Laura's bunk. Of course, the other three girls 
would need to actually get out of their lower bunks to see. 

And perhaps the fear of discovery was exciting these two. Erin I could well 
believe. Laura had been quiet, though, and self-conscious about how her 
large 38 D breasts had bulged against the tank top we'd given her to wear. 

Maybe shyness was some kind of indication of repressed sexual desire? I 
don't know. But Laura lay naked on her bunk, her legs wide, her hands on 
Erin's head as the redhead licked at her pussy. Laura's own head was rolling 
from side to side, and her legs were jerking weakly as Erin bent over her 
crotch. 

I wasn't sure what to do at first. This was precisely the kind of thing Ms. 
Thomas wanted to find out about so she could "punish" the girls, yet I 
wondered if Laura was the kind of girl who could stand such a beating. 

I had no doubts about Erin, the little tramp. 

I pulled on shorts and tank top, then oh so quietly snuck into their side of 
the cabin. Erin had her ass towards me and her face buried in Laura's quim, 
and Laura, of course, was too far gone to notice. In fact, as I came closer 
I saw that she had taken her pillow out from under her head and was holding 
it against her face. 

I watched her hump up against Erin's face, and heard muffled moans and 
whines from beneath the pillow as the bunk creaked and jerked. Then she went 
limp, her legs slowly going still. 

I came right up next to them then, and Erin pulled her face from Laura's 
crotch and blinked her wide eyes at me. Her mouth and jaw were glistening 
with love juices, and so were her fingers. 

"Come outside," I hissed. 

Laura jerked the pillow aside and stared at me in horror, then quickly tried 
to cover herself with it. 

"Come on," I demanded, glaring at her and Erin. 

Erin didn't seem very concerned. If anything, she looked excited as she 
climbed down from the bunk. Laura was a different story as she tried to 
climb and cover herself at the same time. 

I took the two naked girls by the arms and led them towards the door. Laura 
wanted to put on something but I wouldn't let her stop. We went out and 
around to my side, and I gave them both a sharp push inside. 

"Well?" I demanded. "You are both aware that such behaviour is against the 
rules." 

Erin smiled lazily. "So?" she said. 

"So would you like another visit to Ms. Thomas?" 

"I bet you'd like that," she leered. 

I blushed a little. 

"I told Laura all about it." 

I looked at Laura, who was red-faced, and had her right hand over her crotch 
and her left arm across her breasts. She blushed even more, and looked down 
at the floor. 

"That's what got her all hot," Erin said. "If I hadn't eaten her out she 
probably would have gotten so wet she'd have needed to change her sheets." 

"Erin!" Laura gasped. 

"J don't care what stories you've been telling," I said, glaring at Erin. 
"You know full well that you can't do stuff like that in the cabins." 

"Where should we do it? In the woods?" 

"Nowhere!" 

"What about in Ms. Thomas' cabin? Can I fuck Laura with a dildo there?" 

"Erin!" 

"You're really looking for trouble, Erin," I warned her. 

"Are you gonna spank me again, Amy?" she grinned impudently. "Are you gonna 
fuck me with a dildo again? I bet you're all hot too." 

Before I had any idea what she was doing her hand jammed down the front of 
my loose shorts and cupped my pussy. 

The world exploded in pain and I barely repressed a scream as I jerked back 
against the wall, then slid awkwardly to the ground as the two girls tried 
to catch me. Erin seemed surprised, and eased her grip of my pussy. 

"What's the matter with you?" she asked. 

I couldn't talk as I lay there shuddering and catching my breath. 

Erin tugged my shorts down. I made a grab at them but my movements were 
awkward. I heard both of them gasp as they saw the many red lines across my 
thighs and crotch. 

"Wow! Did Ms Thomas do this?" Erin asked in excitement. "It looks like she 
whipped your pussy!" 

I gasped as she fingered my crack right over my clit. The lust I had felt at 
watching them blasted into life again as she rubbed my clit softly, and I 
couldn't stop my hips from grinding or keep from whimpering in pleasure. 

"Man, she's all red and everything," Laura gulped. 

Erin jerked my tank top up and they both gasped anew as they saw my beaten 
breasts. Erin reached out and fingered my nipple and I shuddered in 
pleasure. 

"Ohh! OhhhH!" I moaned. "Does that hurt or feel good?" she asked. "Your 
nipples are sure hard." 

"S ... stop," I gasped. 

Instead she bent and slid her lips around my nipple while fingering my clit. 
I came within seconds, rocking and convulsing there on the floor, clenching 
my teeth against the screams I wanted to give out. 

"Wooow," Laura sighed. 

"Look how swollen her nips are. They're even bigger than mine." 

"Is that because they hit her boobs?" 

"I guess. I don't think they were this fat before." 

Laura fingered my nipples, then bent and sucked on one. Erin leaned forward 
again and resumed sucking on the other as they both fingered my clit and 
shoved fingers into my pussy. 

"Ooohhh! Ahhhhhh! Ss ssstooop! Aaaagghhhh!" I gasped. 

I shuddered as my nipples burned like fire and my hips humped up against 
their fingers, then I came again, thrashing violently as my body was 
consumed by fiery blasts of orgiastic energy. My head was banging against 
the wall and my legs were flopping and bouncing spastically as the two 
giggling teenagers drove me through orgasm after orgasm with hardly a break 
to catch my breath. i was so weak, both in body and in spirit, that I 
couldn't push them off or stop them. My body was already weak from the 
exhausting punishment session earlier in the day, and further drained by the 
orgasms. As for my mind, well ... though I knew I wanted them to stop, the 
intensity of the pleasure shooting up my spine kept me from putting too much 
effort into trying to dislodge them. 

And that's how Tiffany found us on her rounds, checking on the light coming 
from my window. The two girls jumped to their feet with gasps of fear, 
backing away from her as she stomped forward. I groaned and panted for 
breath, not moving at all as she came to stand over me. 

"You two go and see Ms. Thomas," she ordered. 

They looked at each other, then scurried out the door. Tiffany reached down 
and twisted my hair around her fist, then dragged me to my feet and shoved 
me against the wall. I cried out in pain and pushed feebly at her. 

"I thought you were a slut, Stuart. Maybe you're a dyke like us, huh? Maybe 
we should shave off your pussy for you, huh, baby?" 

Her big hand squeezed my pussy flesh and I cried out in pain. She jammed her 
arm against my chest and her other hand against my mouth to silence me, then 
crushed my pussy hard. 

Daggers of agony blasted into my brain, and I screamed and thrashed against 
the wall, my body violently trembling and shaking as nausea filled my 
throat. 

Then she loosened her hand and started squeezing more softly, her fingers 
opening and closing rhythmically as she pulled her hand away from my mouth 
and jammed her own mouth against it. Her tongue drove deep into me, a tongue 
long practiced in licking pussy, a tongue which could slide out much further 
than I would have ever believed. 

I almost gagged on it as it flitted against the entry to my throat, but the 
rhythmic squeezing of her hand against my pussy was tearing my mind apart as 
pleasure and pain blasted through my nervous system buffeting me back and 
forth between them until I was nearly delirious. 

I came with a massive explosion of rapturous pleasure, my eyes bulging, then 
rolling back in my head as my body stiffened, trembling violently, then 
collapsed. 

Tiffany threw me onto my bunk and slapped me back to my senses, then pulled 
on my shorts and top and half carried me out the door and across the camp to 
Ms. Thomas's lodge. 

By the time we got there the cool night air had brought some control back to 
me, but I was no filled with anxiety at what Ms. Thomas would do to me. I 
didn't think I could take more punishment today. 

Have your balls ever ached til you knew they were beyond blue? Well, suffice 
to say, mine ached til they were purple, albeit a pleasant purple. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Tiffany held my arm firmly as she knocked on the door. We waited, then Ms. 
Thomas opened it and stepped back. Tiffany shoved me through and followed, 
and Ms. Thomas closed the door behind us. 

"Well?" she asked. 

Tiffany told her what she'd seen, and Ms. Thomas turned to me. I blushed and 
swallowed anxiously. "You broke the rules again?" 

"No, Miss," I gulped. "I was ... I mean, I saw them having sex in their bunk 
... through the mirror, and I ... I went and got them and brought them back 
to my room...." 

"To join in?" 

"No! I ... I wasn't going to. I told them that it was against the rules 
and...." 

Tiffany jerked back on my hair. "And they'd have to eat you out or you'd 
tell," she said. 

"No," I gasped. "It was ... It was Erin! She grabbed me between the legs and 
I ... since you ... my pussy is so ... so sensitive ... I ... they ... I 
couldn't stop them...." 

"Oh, please," she said. "You expect me to believe these two children 
molested you?" 

"But...." 

"You'll have to be punished again." 

"Please," I moaned. 

"Oh, don't worry, we'll be ... kinder, this time," she said with a faint 
smile. "But first we'll deal with these two sluts." 

She turned and headed into the torture room, and Tiffany pushed me after 
her, still holding my hair. 

The two girls were both naked, and both bent over one of the tables with 
their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Their asses showed signs that Ms. 
Thomas had been using the cane on them while she questioned them. 

"Since you two little whores are so fond of each other, we'll give you the 
opportunity to enjoy each other's company for a while longer," Ms. Thomas 
said. 

Tiffany gave me a shove and let go, then she grabbed big fitted Laura by the 
hair and jerked her back off one of the tables. 

"Stuart, grab that other one," Ms. Thomas ordered. 

I went over to Erin, angry at her and Laura for getting me into trouble. I 
gripped her hair the same way as Tiffany had with Laura, and jerked her back 
from the table. I actually smiled when she cried out in pain. 

Tiffany shoved Laura into Erin so their breasts crushed together, then 
pulled Laura's head way back. I did the same to Erin as Ms. Thomas moved in 
beside them with a needle in her hand. The needle held what looked like 
fishing line rather than thread, and I watched in shock, she stuck the 
needle into the side of Erin's left breast. 

Erin gasped, but the needle was only stuck in a bit. Ms. Thomas had only 
stuck it there to hold it. She produced a second needle, this one also 
holding fishing line, then tabbed at Erin's breastbone. I pulled her back a 
little bit, so the girls' breasts were only just touching. 

Ms. Thomas rubbed their nipples, Erin's left and Laura's right. Erin's was 
fat and erect, like usual, and Laura's was only slightly smaller. 

"Hold her," she said to me as she pinched Erin's nipple sharply. 

I tightened my grip as she pushed the needle in against the side of the fat 
round nipple. Erin gasped, then cried out in pain, struggling in my arms as 
the needle stabbed right through her nipple and came out the other side. 

She then squeezed Laura's fat breast and forced her nipple out hard before 
thrusting the needle into the side of it. Laura screamed and sobbed, pulling 
against Tiffany's grip, but she couldn't do anything to resist as Ms. Thomas 
pulled the needle out the other side. 

She went around to the other side then, and squeezed Erin's right nipple 
hard. Erin whimpered in anticipation, then cried out in pain as the needle 
pierced her throbbing pink nub and slid out the other side. 

Ms. Thomas carefully pierced Laura's other nipple then, and cut the needle 
off the fishing line. She pulled the line tight, jamming their nipples 
together, then tied a knot there. She moved to their other side and removed 
the needle there, and again tied their nipples tightly together. 

The girls whimpered and moaned, but there wasn't much they could do about 
it, especially once the fishing line had been tightened. 

Ms. Thomas moved to a table and picked up what looked like a pair of tongs, 
and another needle. She came back to us and nodded to me. I held her tightly 
as Ms. Thomas reached out with the tongs. 

"Push out your tongue, McMann." 

Erin clamped her lips closed. I pulled her hair and she opened her mouth to 
cry out in pain. Ms. Thomas shoved the tongs in and got hold of her tongue, 
then pulled it out. Erin squealed awkwardly as Ms. Thomas held her tongue 
out so far I worried she'd rip it out. 

Ms. Thomas stabbed the needle down into Erin's tongue. Erin gurgled and 
shrieked as Ms. Thomas forced the needle through her tongue and out the 
other side, then pulled the needle towards the sweating, fat fitted 
brunette. Laura didn't know what had happened because her head had been 
pulled back all this time. 

"All right, Dunnigan, push out your tongue and avoid some of the pain your 
little friend went through." 

Laura pushed her tongue out tentatively, whimpering in fear as Ms. Thomas 
clamped the tongs around it and pulled, then screamed as the needle bit 
through the top and sank through to the bottom. 

Ms. Thomas cut off the needle, then slowly pulled the line together. Me and 
Tiffany let the girl's heads up and pushed them together until their tongues 
could touch ... though both had to push them out far to do so. Then Ms. 
Thomas tied the line off, binding their tongues together. 

Naturally, to ease the strain in their tongues they girls pushed their lips 
right together as soon as they could. They couldn't quite close them because 
the tips of their tongues were touching, and they couldn't speak, but ... 
well..they deserved it. 

"All right, let's put them over here," Ms. Thomas ordered. 

Tiffany pulled Laura backwards, and I pushed Erin, as the two whimpered and 
moaned in pain. Every movement not perfectly in sync pulled their sore 
nipples and tongues painfully. Tiffany pulled Laura backwards, then undid 
her handcuffs and pulled her over a low table. Erin was pulled forward, 
forced to bend over her as the line pulled her tits and tongue. 

Tiffany moved to the other side of the table and gripped Laura's arms, 
dragging her backwards onto the table. Erin screamed in pain, and I gave her 
a hand, shoving her up on top of Laura so they were both laying on the 
table, their legs draped over my side. 

Ms. Thomas and Tiffany cuffed their ankles tightly together, then pulled 
them open. Wide, wide open. The girls legs were splayed so far apart they 
were running along the edge of the table, with their crotches right there on 
the edge too. 

Tiffany and Ms Thomas chained their ankles down tight, then Tiffany grabbed 
Laura's hands and pulled them down onto Erin's round ass. She held them 
above it as Ms. Thomas put glue on Laura's hands, then Tiffany slapped them 
flat against Erin's skin and held them there for a minute. 

She took her hands away finally and they remained in place. 

Ms. Thomas moved in at their crotches with another needle. I winced in 
sympathy as she fingered Erin's clitoris, then pinched it and jammed the 
needle down. 

Erin screamed in pain, bucking and shaking atop Laura. Laura cried out too, 
as Erin's movements pulled on her nipples and tongue. Ms. Thomas ignored 
them both, impaling the little clit on the needle, then sliding it through 
and moving down to Laura's clitty. 

Both girls were sobbing and moaning, then Laura howled as her clitty was 
pierced by the needle. Ms. Thomas cut off the needle and tied their clits 
tightly together. 

Meanwhile Tiffany rolled over a very strange looking machine. She turned it 
on and it growled with life, humming and growling. It had a high box on the 
end, and the box had a number of holes in the front and back, each about the 
size of a silver dollar. 

Tiffany placed it against the edge of the table then fed a long round metal 
tube into one of the holes. She pressed it against their crotches, but it 
seemed a bit low. She pulled it out of the hole and put it in the one above, 
and this time it pressed right against Laura's gaping cunt opening. 

She pushed another metal rod through the hole immediately above that one, 
then two more right above. Ms. Thomas came over with what looked like four 
bit dildos. They were hollow, though, and the two put them on the rods, 
sliding them firmly in place. 

Then Tiffany turned the machine towards the edge of the table again. She 
pushed it right up to the edge of the table and pushed the nose of one of 
the dildos against Laura's asshole. Laura moaned and whimpered, as the dildo 
pushed up into her ass. 

"OOohhhhh Gghhnnnnoo! Gnnhooo!" she moaned. 

Tiffany slapped her ass and pushed the dildo deeper and deeper, until it was 
almost buried in her rectum. Then she pushed the second into the girl's 
cunt, jamming it just as deep. The third and fourth went into Erin's pussy 
and asshole. 

Ms. Thomas pushed a button and the machine hummed louder, then the first rod 
began to move in and out slowly. Laura groaned and whined as the dildo moved 
up and down her ass tube, and Tiffany chuckled and leaned in near her face. 

"Get used to it, cock lover," she sneered. 

"I thought they were dykes," I mumbled. 

Ms. Thomas glared at me and I went silent. 

"They aren't. They were just ... experimenting," she said with a snort of 
contempt. 

She started the second dildo moving, then the third and fourth. 

"Since you wanted to fuck each other, you'll be pleased to know you have all 
night to experience the pleasure," Ms. Thomas smirked. 

Then she led me and Tiffany out of the room and closed the door. 

"Wha....what are you going to tell ... their parents?" I gulped. 

"What parents? Neither has any," Ms. Thomas shrugged. 

"But ... but isn't someone going to ... to complain about you ... you ... 
doing that to them?" 

"Doing what?" 

"Stabbing needles through them," I said with a shudder. Ms. Thomas smiled 
softly. 

"Big shit," Tiffany snorted. 

"Did you know that some girls have their nipples, tongues and clitties 
pierced on purpose? So they can put rings through them?" 

"Not to mention their belly buttons, noses, cheeks, eyebrows...." 

"Gross!" I gasped. 

"Perhaps. But there are actually magazines devoted to the art of piercing. 
In any case, piercing nipples or whatever, is the same as piercing earlobes. 
There's little real damage done, and if the ... wound ... isn't kept open 
with a ring it soon closes and heals." 

"But ... but still...." 

"Neither of them is leaving anyway," she said. "They're not?" 

"No. Erin is perfectly for our program. Laura is a little less so, but has 
such a perfect body and face ... That slender frame combined with her large 
breasts are going to make her very popular with our customers. 

"But ... what if they don't want to...." 

"What has that to do with anything?" 

"But...." 

"Laura has attempted suicide four times, and would be returned to an 
institution if we didn't take her. Erin has bounced from foster home to 
foster home, and was arrested for prostitution and possession of Heroin and 
Cocaine. Neither has any future. We shall give them one." 

"Of what?" 

"Of happiness, both physical and spiritual. They'll be free to enjoy the 
pleasures of the flesh without any guilt or fear, and will live lives of 
comfort and ease." 

"As whores?" 

"If you wish to call it that. They'll hardly be street-corner hookers. 
They'll live in the lap of luxury and party all day long. We have excellent 
beaches with skin diving, sailing, and every kind of recreation you could 
imagine. We also have one of the finest clubs in the Pacific. They'll live 
better lives than you, my dear." 

"Unless you come with us." 

I looked at Tiffany, then back at Ms Thomas. 

"No way," I gulped. 

"No, I don't think you're ready quite yet. Perhaps after next year's camp 
you might decide to come out and see us." 

"But...." 

"Besides, with these two, and the other four we've discovered so far, we 
should have an excellent crop of students this year." 

"S ... students?" 

"Of course. We don't just take these little sluts and drop them on the beach 
to entertain our customers. We teach them lovemaking techniques, how to walk 
and act like proper young ladies...." 

I snorted. 

"How to be the best and entertaining our clients." 

"Even the uh ... the lesbians?" 

"The dykes?" she smiled. "Of course. They don't enjoy it as much as the 
sluts, but it's still not an arduous task. In any case, we have a growing 
number of women members, lesbians, who enjoy the services of Kelly and the 
other girls." 

"Like you," Tiffany sneered, squeezing one of my breasts. 

I winced and moaned. 

"Yes, in the meantime we have to find a suitable punishment for you," she 
said. 

"I ... please don't hurt me again," I gulped. 

"Convince me," she said, pulling her dress up and off. 

I eased down to my knees and began to eat her out, licking and sucking on 
her clit as she ran her fingers through my hair. I spent long minutes 
sucking on her clitty and pushing my tongue into her moist depths before she 
came, grinding her snatch into my face. 

"Now convince me, slut," Tiffany said, pulling me around against her naked 
crotch. 

Again I began sucking and licking and slurping at a shaved pussy crack, 
trying to bring her off so she would feel better towards me. After she came 
Ms. Thomas pulled me around against her crotch. 

"Convince me again," she smirked. 

I ate her out, then ate Tiffany out again. By then my tongue was aching, and 
luckily they didn't ask me to do it again. They did make me strip and took 
me back into the torture room. Tiffany placed a leather corset around my 
middle and tugged it in so tight I could hardly breath. It crushed my 
breasts up hard. 

They pulled my legs apart and put restraints on my ankles, then chained them 
to the floor, then raised my arms up high and chained them apart as well. 
They forced a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it, then Ms. Thomas held 
several odd looking metal things in front of my face. 

They were ... fishing hooks! Attached to little weights! 

I moaned in denial as she squeezed my breast out even harder than it already 
was, then sank the first fish hook into my throbbing nipple. I screamed and 
howled as it pierced right through, then hung there, the weight pulling my 
nipple and breast down a little. 

Tiffany pierced my other nipple with a second fish hook, then the two pulled 
my pussy lips apart, pinched my clitty, and stabbed another fishing hook 
through it, hanging another weight from it. 

They slid a belt around my waist, from which hung a small chain, then forced 
a thick, fat vibrator up into my asshole and turned it on. They attached the 
base to the chain so it couldn't come out, then plugged the vibrator into 
the wall and left. 

I moaned into the gag, looking down at my distorted nipples, stretched down 
by the hooks, and at the other one hanging between my legs. Even the 
slightest movement made me whimper in pain, and I fought to stay absolutely 
still. 

The other two were moaning and whining. I was facing them, and saw them 
grinding their pussies together, rhythmically. I realized they were getting 
off on the fucking they were getting, and even though it must have hurt, 
were overcome by the pleasure to the point that they were humming and 
grinding their clits and breasts together. 

After the initial pain of the piercing my nipples and clit throbbed dully, 
arid the sight of the girls, and those dildos spearing their cunts and 
assholes, began to turn me on. The vibrator up my own asshole helped, of 
course. After ... some time ... had passed, I was feeling my own body's heat 
grow to the point where I really needed to come. 

But the vibrator was in the wrong hole, and I needed some stimulation on my 
clit. I was so aroused that I started to hump slowly but sharply. The weight 
swung on my clit, and I gasped in pain, but also pleasure as I stared at the 
girls and squeezed my ass down around the vibrator. 

The pleasure and need grew, and I jerked my hips faster, making all three of 
the weights tug sharply and painfully at my clit and nipples. I sobbed in 
pain and pleasure, whimpering and moaning and gasping as I soared upwards 
into a massive, monumental, all encompassing orgasm to end all orgasms. 

It actually blacked me out for a minute, and I hung by the wrists, but then 
I woke and slowly pushed myself back up on my legs. 

It was a long, long night, with me and the other two coming again and again, 
pleasure mixed with pain as we sobbed in orgiastic pleasure. 

My last dazed thought before losing consciousness, as they finally let me 
down in the morning, was that maybe I should visit this place of theirs, 
just ... you know, to see what it was like. 


THE END
