She was a bitch! Why did my mom not treat me like I was a baby!  I was 9½, and I could do things myself. I did not need my mom's permission every time I went out the door!  She only wanted me to stay at home, help her clean and watch stupid cartoons on TV. She wanted me to dress as a 5-year-old. She hated if I wore skirts that were too short or if my belly showed. She was afraid I would find some boyfriend, and that was the last thing I wanted to do.

My name is Chloe. I am not ugly. I have long sandy hair that is a bit curly. I was slim. I was a bit small for my age, and people said I had a pretty face. People especially liked my eyes. I did not think I was pretty. I was just the way I was. Besides that, I didn’t even start puberty yet, so I doubt that boys would be interested in me, which was just as good… because I did not want one. Most boys were geeks.

I lived with my mom. She was always was stressed because of her job. She worked at a supermarket and was tired when she came home. We used to talk a lot, but that is less and less. I think that mom has a boyfriend I do not know. She was bossy like she wanted to decide what I did and even what I wore. She wanted to decide if I was allowed outside and hated if I went to the mall or park. I do not know who my Dad was. Mom did not know either. She said she knew several men when she got pregnant with me. This shocked me every time I heard it, as wasn’t one man enough for her? This, of course, meant I was a mistake, but mom said I was a good mistake, she loved me.
 
This story starts one day when I came home from school. I had a letter she needed to sign.  This was the third time I was in trouble in two weeks. It was not serious. I was just caught talking in class. It was maths class and I did not understand a word of it. So it was really not my fault. Mom did not think this and said I had to control my mouth. She never met a girl that could talk so much! I do not know why she thought it was so bad. This was the last week of school. Then we had Summer Vacation!

I told my mom I was going to the mall. She told me that I was to stay home and do homework. So we stood there shouting and yelling at each other for a half an hour. She was telling me I could go to the mall when I was 13, but not now. I called her a bitch and said I hated her as I went out slamming the door.

The mall was a bit boring as none of my friends was there. I suppose they were not allowed out.
When I came back, Mom was calm sitting on her Chair. She told me we were going on a trip for the weekend. That was fine, as it was summer then. She told me it was a children's camp called RAD camp. I never heard about that camp before. She would not tell me so much about it, except it was run by someone that was a marine and I would not need my beach clothes. I sighed as what camp did not have swimming?

The drive to the camp was long. I was in a belly top and denim shorts. Mom did not even complain that my belly was showing. She sat quietly as she drove the car. I asked lots of questions like would my friends be there and what games we would play. I was just told that I would find out. The only thing mom did ask me was did I mean when I said I hated her. This was a stupid question. I told her I did not want to discuss it now.

We finally came to the camp. I was shocked. It had a big fence around it, like the ones you see at a prison. Some man in a military uniform opened the huge gate as we drove in. It looked like a military camp! I couldn’t see any playground or campfires. The sign said “RAD – Respect and Discipline”. I told mom that I wanted to go home.
 
“So you can hang at the mall all the time and tell me how much you hate me?” she asked, “This weekend will do you good!”

When we go out of the car, I saw some children crying. One was saying that he did not want to come back and he promised he would be good. This was going to be a long weekend.
 
We were told to stand in a straight line while our parents were taken to another part of the camp. I did not even get a chance to say goodbye to mom. I didn’t care. I knew I would see her when the weekend was over.

A black man called Captain Tom came and looked us. He shouted at the top of his voice that we were to stand attention. This meant straight and head straight forward. He yelled at the top of his voice when some children did not do this. I played along thinking what I would do when we got home. He did not have to shout so loud. The worse was when he put his face just in front of ours, so our noses were nearly touching.

He gave us a speech, “Your parents are not here. It is only you and me. I have been in the Marines, where I learned to respect and discipline. I learned how to serve God and my country, and do good for people on this planet. You maggots are bad news for your parents… Your family… and society! Your parents no longer feel like parents, because they are not respected. They have giving up! This means you are all mine this weekend. Some of you are mine for a long time. I own you and I will not give up! You can survive here if you do what I tell you to do. That is your only job. Do what you are told to do and do it well. You can refuse, but life will be hard for you, I always get my way. I always win.”
I wanted my mom! This man was a psycho! I could hear the other children whimpering. Those that looked stubborn, he went up to them and shouted in their face that he owned them!

He was now facing me.
“Why are you here little girl? You look like your old enough just to get out of diapers!”
His head was so close to mine that I felt like he was on top of me. I told him my mom brought me here. I wanted to be at a beach!
“You are to call me Sir!” he shouted and demanded
“Yes sir”
Then he took me to the front where everyone could see me.
“So you prefer to be at a beach”
“Yeah… Yes sir”
“So you can flirt with other boys and even men?”
“No way sir!”
“So you never had a boyfriend”
“No Sir”
“You never kissed a boy?”
“No sir”
“You never let a boy fuck you, or maybe you just gave him a blowjob?”
“Eww, sir. No” I shouted back. I couldn’t believe that he used those words.
“Have you masturbated? Have you felt your pussy?”
Who was this man? Why was he allowed to speak like this? This was a private question. I did not answer.
“I asked a question!”
“… sometimes sir” I whispered

He then told everyone I was a 9-year-old virgin that liked flirting with boys. I was nearly 10! Then he pointed at my belly and told everyone this was a problem little girls had, they liked showing skin. I could see the children there were in shock. He told me to take off my top. I refused but he reminded me that he owned me and could make my life hell. I slowly took off my top. I never felt so embarrassed in my life. He smiled as he told everyone to look at how flat I was, there were no signs of boobs even starting to develop. He looked back at me and reminded me I wanted to be at the beach, so I may as well get naked. I thought this was a joke, but he told me to start stripping. I stripped to my panties and was praying that this was a bad dream. This was not good enough. He told me to get fully naked. So in the end, I stood there where everyone could say how God created me. He told everyone I was flat and had no pubic hair, and yet I wanted to show my body to men! I was a shame to my family. I wanted the world to swallow me.

He whispered in my ear that he now owns my body! He threw a white jumpsuit with orange stripes. I looked like a prisoner. I wanted to cry and I wanted my mother. I could not understand how he could make me strip where everyone could see me. Now I was dressed like a prisoner. I did nothing bad. Where was a mom?

We did not play. We did manual work all the time. This could be washing dishes, scrubbing floors and some work that was stupid. We would take a shovel and move a pile of sand from one pile to another pile, and then move it back again. We were not to question things; we were just to do things. While we worked, the adults would tell us that we were not yet adults. Our job was to respect adults and do what we were told. I hated it! I never worked so hard in my life. I was tired and sore all over. I cannot find the words to tell you when I say that it was agony. One thing was the tiredness, and the sore body I had. Just as bad was when we worked, some adult was shouting at us that we needed more discipline and we were to show respect by doing what we were told. We were not to question anything, but do our best at it. Then we reminded that we never listened to our parents. If we did not want to come back to camp, we would start respecting our parents and doing what they wanted.

When we did have a break, it was to drink some water and rest in the grass for a few minutes. I did not have time to speak with others and just lay on the grass and closed my eyes, wishing the weekend was over. I would dream what I would say to mom. I was also afraid. If I did not become the daughter she wanted, she could send me back here.

One thing I knew is this place was hell. I didn’t think it could be worse. How wrong I was!

After we rested, some of us were called to Captain Tom. We were 2 girls and 3 older boys. For the first time, Captain Tom was not shouting. He told us that we could take a break and this meant we could go swimming. He took us to a pond in some hidden part of the camp. I noticed there were a movie camera and some cameras. Some other adults were using them. I thought that we would be filmed. Maybe they were making a commercial. They most likely wanted to make the place look like it was fun.

We were told to swim.  The other girl looked at Captain Tom and asked where the bathing suits were. Then he shouted and said we do not need them, we could swim naked! We knew better not to argue with him, but I thought enough was enough. While the others started stripping, I stood there defiantly. Once again he stood in front of my face and said I would do what was told. If I did not there would be consequences. One consequence was that I would lose my privilege of wearing the jumpsuit the rest of the weekend. I looked at him with a tear going down my face and took off my jumpsuit.

We swam naked. It was the first time that I saw a boy naked. I must admit that I did stare at what were between boys legs. One older boy was staring at me and I could see his thing grow and poke up! I could also see the adults taking photos of us and filming us. What would they do with the pictures and film? Despite I was naked, I decided I may as well enjoy the swim and have fun. It was hard because I knew everything we did was being filmed. It was fun after a bit and it beat the manual work. Just as we were really having fun, Captain Tom told us that it was time to go back to camp.

The next day, we were given an hour off after breakfast. I found a tree I could hide under. I was not interested in making friends, as I knew I would be going home that day. I sat under the tree and was thinking about my mom. Maybe I should listen more to her and help her. Maybe she was right, that I was not old enough yet and I need my mom. At any rate, I did not want to be sent back here again.
One of the older boys that went swimming with me the day before found me. He was 16, so I did not know why he wanted to speak with me. He sat down next to me and told me I was sexy and he wanted to fuck me! He even used that word! Before I knew it, he crawled on me and tried to kiss me. One of his hands was on my chest and the other hand was feeling my pussy. I knew he was feeling outside my clothes, but it was strange. My body liked it as it gave me nice sensations. However, my mind did not like it because he was not my boyfriend. I asked him to stop but he told me I would like it. I kicked him with my knee between his legs. I kicked him so hard that I doubted his dick was poking anymore.

As he was rolling around the ground in agony under the tree, I smiled. Then I heard a yell. Captain Tom wanted to speak with me in his office.

I stood before him as he said, “Your mom brought you here because you only think of yourself. You must learn your place. A woman is born to make men happy, to serve men and do what they want. A woman is not to question a man, but simply be there for him. You must learn how to be submissive. As a small girl, you must know your place. Men do not need to respect you, but you need to respect men! Even though you have not yet entered puberty. You must learn your place and you must learn how to obey. This not only includes men, it also includes your mom!”
“Yes, sir”.

My mind was in turmoil. What a load of nonsense.  Our teacher told us boys and girls are equal. I did not want to start an argument with someone that could make the rest of the weekend worse than it was. He started taking my jumpsuit off and started feeling my nipples. I did not tell him to stop or kick him. I just stood there and tried not to moan. He continued by putting his hand on my pussy reminding me that he still owned me. I do not know why I did it, I spread my legs. Nothing was said while he molested me. You could only hear the two of us breathing hard. I was very wet. Part of me wanted him to continue, and part of me wanted him to stop

He suddenly stopped and told me to get dressed.

Then he said, “There is some hope for you. Let us hope your mom decides to let you stay. One thing I warn you about. You are never to tell your mom what has happened to you here. You are not to tell anyone. You can live on the other side of the world and I will know if you tell someone. If you tell someone, I will make your life so bad that you wished that you were not alive. Do you understand me?”
“What if mom asks what I did”
“Tell her only about the work and meals. You do not tell her what we just did, what I said, or when you were nude.”

Then he led me to a hall where the other children were with their moms and dads. Mom was also there and I rushed and gave her a hug. Mom told me she was in parent classes and she learned a lot. I do not know what she learned as her words went in one ear and the other side. I was quiet though and smiled as she talked. She told me things would change at home. I had to show more respect and do what she said. I nodded.

Captain Tom told me it was time for some children to go with their parents. Some parents decided their child would remain for a week. Those children should say goodbye to their parents.

I asked mom should we go home now. She just looked at me.

“I promise I will be good,” I said as I started crying and begging. I hugged her and begged her not to leave me here. I wanted to go home. I promised I would do everything she said. I would respect her and obey her.

Mom told me I would stay for a week which made me scream. I could see it was not easy for her, but she said I had more to learn.

Mom left and let me standing there. I cried as I was still in hell!

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Alexander Temple 2018