SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

The eight slaves were walked into a room with two benches in it. They sat four across on each bench. The benches were unpadded and the girls had to press tightly together to all fit on a bench. For the next hour, they received instruction on camp rules. There were so many rules that Gail didn’t think she could remember them all. In the end she simply decided that she was going to get spanked a lot.

During the class, Kim sat next to Gail, drooling on her own chest. The drool ran down her stomach and into her bare pussy slit. Apparently there was not a rule against drooling. Gail’s attention wandered as she fixated on the puddle of drool forming on the bench and overflowing to the floor between Kim’s feet. Again she felt sorry for the younger girl.

Everything was working together to make Gail a well-trained slave and without her even aware of the changes taking place. Gail didn’t want to face the same embarrassing punishment that Kim was taking right now, so she’d already learned not to talk out of turn. As an older girl, she felt she ought to keep her chin up and set a good example for the younger girls. Her pity for Kim made her subconsciously resolve not only to obey her mistress, but also to encourage the younger ones to follow suit.

Gail suddenly realized she was not paying attention and with horror realized that she’d blanked out a whole set of rules about how slaves eat. She had visions of trying to eat her next meal while being spanked for doing everything wrong. It made her mad at herself to know that she had slipped up so early in her training. After that she made an effort to pay attention.

To Gail’s surprise, there was a bathroom break following the lecture. It wasn’t very dignified since the slaves had to pee in the grass outside the dining hall. But, at least they didn’t get punished for it. This was followed by more water and then their mistresses rejoined them in the courtyard.

The morning lecture for the mistresses had taught them how to be stern and how to use punishment. The afternoon lecture, from which they had just returned, was how to reward their slave for good behavior. When Jenny approached her slave, she had a smile on her face. “There’s my pretty girl,” she said to Gail. “You were such a good girl this morning.” She caressed Gail’s cheek and scratched her under her chin just like she was petting a dog.

Gail didn’t miss the comparison, but was in no position to complain. She warily allowed her mistress to treat her like her pet. She thought Mistress Jenny’s behavior was a trick to lull her into making a mistake.

“Let’s get my good girl ready for her afternoon training,” said Jenny. She was still wearing the tight black leather pants and leather bra while Gail was still nude. She held out a pair of handcuffs. “Put your hands behind your back and let me put these on you.” Jenny said it pleasantly, but Gail could see her mistress also had a riding crop with her. For a moment Gail considered arguing as she pleaded with her eyes. But, she saw no pity in Jenny’s eyes, so she put her hands behind her back and turned.

Jenny cuffed her slave. “Oh, my beautiful girl,” said Jenny. “You are such a good slave this afternoon. You were such a good slave this morning, too. I was so proud of you. Not like those other mistresses who were embarrassed by their slaves.” She again stroked Gail’s face and then ran her hand through Gail’s short brown hair. Gail jumped when she felt Jenny’s hand on her bare back. The hand slid all the way down to just above her bare ass. “You have beautiful skin,” said Jenny.

“Turn and face me now,” said Jenny. When Gail turned, Jenny touched her throat and gently caressed her slave there. Gail stiffened as Jenny’s hand went lower. When Jenny brushed Gail’s breasts and said, “Your titties are so cute and touchable,” Gail jumped again.

“Please, Mistress Jenny, don’t,” she said. She wanted to run away and hide, but there was no place to go. Being naked was one thing, but now Jenny was touching her in a way that she shouldn’t.

“What?” said Jenny, her voice suddenly hard. “What did you say? Did someone give you permission to speak?” She raised the crop and brought it down across Gail’s butt. “You didn’t say to stop this morning when I was spanking you. Now when I’m being nice to you, you want me to stop? How dare you?” She smacked Gail several times. “What makes you think you can deny me anything, you bitch slave?”

“I… I’m sorry, Mistress Jenny,” stammered Gail, only to feel more blows from her apology.

“I’ve told you before not to apologize to me,” said Jenny. “You do it right the first time, or take your punishment. There is no point in apologizing. Are you stupid?”

“No, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail.

“I didn’t think so,” said Jenny. “Now, do exactly as I say or you’ll be punished severely. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail.

She then followed Jenny’s instructions as she was told to hop, prance, walk this way, turn here, and other silly acts. Before long Jenny said, “That’s much better, my pretty little girl.” She paused and said, “Hey, everyone, my little slave girl is behaving herself very well. I am so proud of her.”

Gail blushed as everyone looked at her. None of the other mistresses had announced how proud they were of their slave. Gail felt a warm feeling from pleasing Jenny. She stood still as Jenny caressed her cheeks, her hair, and then her tits. She wanted to pull away, but she didn’t want to be punished again and besides, everyone was watching. She couldn’t bring herself to misbehave while others were watching. That would make Jenny upset.

Around them, Gail had noticed that some of the girls were cooperating and some were fighting with their mistresses. As the afternoon wore on, cooperation became the norm and eventually all the mistresses had announced their pride in their slaves. It was late afternoon and starting to get chilly as the final outdoor activity began. Kim’s mistress, Alice, pulled Kim into the center of the group. “My slave embarrassed me today by asking for food. As you learned this afternoon, you will get food when we decide you have deserved it. Because my little bitch Kimmy spoke out of turn and asked for food, we will go first.” Mistress Alice then removed her leather bra. “Suck my nipples, Kimmy bitch,” she said.

Kim looked like she was ready to cry, but she wasn’t about to disobey again. She took a deep breath and leaned forward to place her lips on her mistress’ flat chest. Tentatively she licked each of the nipples. “Suck them, I said,” repeated Alice. Kim started sucking on the tiny nipples until they were hard as a rock. She stopped and looked up at Alice. “Did I say stop?” asked Alice. Hastily Kim returned to sucking. A few seconds later, Mistress Alice said, “Stop now, Kimmy.”

As Kim straightened up, Alice asked her, “Did you enjoy that?”

Kim froze. What should she answer? She figured she should not insult her mistress, so she said, “Yes, Mistress Alice.”

“Don’t lie to me,” snapped her 11-year-old mistress. “You didn’t like it, did you?”

Kim was petrified. Was it bad to lie or bad to insult her mistress? She said, “No, Mistress Alice.”

“I don’t care,” said Alice. “I liked it, so you’ll do it whenever I ask.” With that, she led Kim from the center. Kim was just happy that she wasn’t being punished for lying.

When it was Gail’s turn, she’d already watched several other girls suck on their mistress’ tits. So, she was prepared. Jenny simply said, “What do I want, good girl?”

Gail was embarrassed to be treated so nicely. “You want me to suck your tits, Mistress Jenny,” she said.

“What a good girl,” said Jenny with pride. She petted her slave for her good behavior, making a point of overdoing it. Gail bent to suck on Jenny’s small tits. All the while Jenny was praising her and petting her. It felt good to be the model slave. “Oh, lick them all over, Gail girl,” said Jenny. She watched with pleasure as Gail licked her growing mounds.

When she was finished, Jenny asked her the same question all the mistresses had asked their slave. “Did you enjoy that, good girl?”

Gail took a chance. All the other girls had said no. “Yes, Mistress Jenny,” she said. “I thought it was wonderful.”

Jenny looked at her thoughtfully and said, “I believe you did enjoy it. You’re my little lezzie bitch slave, aren’t you?”

Put that way, Gail blushed harder than ever. She paused before answering, looking around the group of mistresses and slaves. Some were giggling and some were astonished, but they were all waiting for her answer. “Yes, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail softly. “I guess so.”

After that embarrassment, the slaves were taken into the dining hall. Ms. C announced that their mistresses would now feed them. Gail noticed that she was left with her wrists bound, so she wouldn’t be able to feed herself.

The young mistresses disappeared for a few minutes and then returned. Jenny offered an uncooked hotdog to Gail. The poor slave was famished and ready to eat anything. But first, Jenny said, “Don’t bite on it. Just suck it.” She slid the hotdog into Gail’s mouth. To Gail’s surprise, Jenny slid it several inches in and then back out. After a few thrusts, Gail suddenly realized the sexual metaphor and pulled back. She stared at her mistress with distaste. “Just a little practice,” said Jenny with a laugh. She then let Gail take small bites until it was all gone. The hotdog tasted a little funny, but Gail didn’t know if it was because it was raw or what and she ate it anyway.

Finished with that, Jenny said, “Do you want another hotdog?”

Gail nodded, “Yes, Mistress Jenny.”

Jenny surprised her slave by standing up and pulling down her pants. Without taking her eyes off her slave, Jenny put two fingers in her pussy and pulled out another hotdog. She smiled wickedly as she said, “Here you go, slave bitch.”

Gail was repulsed and pulled away.

“You’re not going to insult me are you, bitch?” asked Jenny. “You think there’s something wrong with the way I taste?”

“Yes, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail. “That’s disgusting.”

“You didn’t say anything about the first hotdog and that’s been inside me all afternoon. Heck, I just put this one in a few minutes ago.”

“You’re kidding,” said Gail.

“No, you fucking bitch slave, your mistress is not kidding,”

Gail realized her error and said, “I mean, you’re kidding, Mistress Jenny. I mean, no, Mistress Jenny, that’s not possible.”

“Take the hotdog into your mouth and hold it for me,” said Jenny.

“What are you going to do, Mistress Jenny?” asked Gail.

“Oh, shit,” said Jenny. “After I praised you all afternoon, you’ve forgotten how to be a good girl? I’m going to have to punish you now and I’ll have to withhold any praise all day tomorrow, won’t I?”

“No, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail. “Don’t spank me.”

“Open up and take the hotdog in your fucking mouth, bitch!” Gail opened her mouth. “Don’t bite it yet,” said Jenny. She pushed the hotdog halfway into Gail’s mouth. “You’ll have to be spanked now, but if you’re good, I might be nice to you tomorrow. Understand?”

“Mmmphf, humphf,” said Gail. The hotdog tasted just like the other one and she knew that she had indeed eaten one already that had spent the afternoon marinating in Jenny’s juices. She screamed into her hotdog/dildo gag as she received five swats across her helpless ass.

Finished with the punishment, Jenny removed the hotdog and let Gail eat it bite by bite. The young mistress then gently brushed Gail’s hair and said, “That wasn’t so bad, was it, my good girl?”

“No, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail.

“Now, just one more thing. Make me proud of you and we can start tomorrow just like you had never refused to eat your yummy dinner for me, OK?”

“Yes, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail.

“Stand up and read this,” said Jenny.

Gail stood and looked at the piece of paper the Jenny held before her eyes. Her heart sank as she glanced at it. She looked at her mistress with horror, begging with her eyes.

“Loud enough for everyone to hear,” said Jenny.

Gail read. “Yum, yum, yummy, I’ve got my mistress’ juice in my tummy. The hot dog was delicious, er, delishisy?. The hot dog was delishisy, it tasted just a little fishy. Hope you all enjoy yours, too, there’s nothing like a little goo. Tomorrow when she wants me to eat her, I’ll do it right away ‘cause she’s sweeter.” Gail’s blood pounded in her head as she heard applause from the other mistresses.

But, the applause was for Jenny, not Gail. She’d gotten her slave girl to finish eating the two hotdogs first. “Isn’t she the best slave girl?” said Jenny. She was behind Gail, petting her slave’s hair. Then, she reached in front of Gail and cupped her slave’s breasts. The 13-year-old slave reddened under the attention of her mistress. She wanted to rebel. She wanted to leave. But, the thought of another spanking made her hold still while the other girl fondled her tits and pinched her nipples to hardness. Gail watched as other girls argued with their mistresses and were scolded, berated, and spanked. She felt superior to those disobedient girls as she received her reward – soft, tender caresses from her mistress. Without even being aware of it, she purred softly as Jenny stroked her.

Smiling, Jenny looked at the nude body of her slave. Gail had surrendered herself in just one day. The mistress was looking forward to what she knew was to come in the days ahead of them. She ran her hands over Gail’s body, making sure she gave attention to the slave’s smooth ass and firm tits. She wanted her slave to learn to accept her touch anywhere, but she avoided touching Gail’s cunt for now. Jenny gently brushed Gail’s hair and caressed her cheeks. Most of the other girls had forced down their second hot dog and Jenny turned her slave around and pushed Gail’s head down so the slave could suck on her mistress’ nipples again. Gail licked and sucked as she knew she was supposed to, eager to keep her mistress happy.

Finally, all the girls had humiliated themselves by eating their second hot dog. They really had no choice; it was just a matter of how much pain they could take before they ate their disgusting meal. Gail found herself and the others being led back into the shower room. She hadn’t really taken a good look around before and now she began to realize that it was more than just a shower area. The tiled room was 20’ by 40’ and only half of the room had showerheads. In the other side of the room, Jenny tied Gail’s hands to ropes that hung from the ceiling. Then, while one of the counselors held her arms, Gail felt Jenny remove the cuffs that bound her wrists together.

Briefly free, Gail struggled, but she was held fast by the counselor. The ropes tied to Gail’s hands ran through hooks in the ceiling and then down again. Jenny grabbed the free ends of the ropes and pulled them, raising Gail’s hands up over her head quickly. The counselor let go of Gail’s hands as they went up and Jenny tied off the rope to a cleat on the wall. Gail’s brief moment of freedom had passed and she was once again tied at the mercy of her teenage mistress. With her arms pulled high so that she could barely stand flatfooted, she felt even more vulnerable than she had with her hands tied behind her. One by one the other slave bitches were tied in the same fashion.

Then, to her surprise, the young mistresses and the counselors walked away, leaving them alone. Gail’s arms tired quickly and she found there was no way she could get comfortable. She was facing the far end of the room, as were all the slaves, so she could see the mistresses as they stripped and took hot showers. In a few minutes, the girls turned off their showers and dried themselves. Then, they left the room without so much as a goodbye. The last girl out turned out the light.

The room was pitch black and silent except for the sound of one girl sobbing quietly. “What’s going on?” asked one of the girls. “My arms hurt,” said another girl. The crying girl, Irene, said, “Damn it, I’m hungry, my arms hurt, too, and my butt hurts from all the spanking. I don’t want to be here, but…” her voice cracked as she finished, “I can’t go home either.” All the girls felt a rush of dismay as they remembered what would be waiting for them at home – parents who were expecting their daughters to be sex slaves.

A couple more of the girls started sobbing, but Gail couldn’t see the point of that. She was worried about her little brother as well as herself. It surprised her that she thought of him at all at a time like this. He was her little brat brother and such a pain, but she realized that she really did love her brother despite all the annoying things he did. She started to think of ways to get out of the camp, but she kept coming back to the idea that there was nowhere to go even if she could get free.

Girls around her started talking about ways to escape. About half the girls were moaning and crying while the other half tried to plan their escape. It always came down to trying to get away at a moment when they were untied. Gail pointed out that they were always outnumbered and never all untied at the same time. That’s when one of the girls hit on the idea of pretending to be sick. “I’ll act like I’m having a seizure,” said the voice in the dark – Gail couldn’t tell who it was. “They’ll have to untie me and take me to a doctor.”

“It won’t work,” whined one of the girls. “They don’t care about us.”

“Shut up!” snapped the other girl. The room was dead silent for a brief moment. “They can’t let something happen to us. They’ll have to take me to a doctor. You’ll see.” The room stayed silent for a while, all the girls hoping that she was right.

One by one, the girls started moaning in pain as their arms hurt more and more. Gail found herself moaning and her cheeks were wet with tears. It seemed like she’d been hanging for hours, but she knew it probably wasn’t that long. “How long are they going to leave us here like this?” whined someone in the dark. Gail had already noticed that there was absolutely no light in the room, so even though her eyes were adjusted to the darkness, she could see nothing.

There was no answer to that question, just an increase in the moaning and crying. Gail was beginning to think it might be all night long when suddenly brilliant pain filled her head and she had to squeeze her eyes tightly shut to keep out the light. All of the girls reacted the same way as dazzling light suddenly filled the room. The mistresses and counselors came back into the room. Two of the girls were untied and led away by counselors. When the counselors returned, two more girls were untied and led away. Gail found herself in the third group of girls. As her arms fell to her sides, she was determined to fight the counselors that came for her. Instead, she was dismayed to find her arms were like lead and she was led away without any fight left in her.

Right behind Gail, the other slave stopped and starting shaking, falling limp in the arms of the two counselors leading her. “Stop it, Elizabeth,” said one of her escorts.

“Unh, unh, unh,” said Elizabeth, shaking violently as she faked a seizure.

Gail tried to turn to watch, but her escorts yanked her roughly and one of them slapped her across the face. “Mind your own business, bitch,” snapped the counselor.

Though she couldn’t see, Gail heard the sound of a slap behind her. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” said a counselor. “We know you’re faking it. The room is bugged. We heard you say you were going to fake a seizure. So stop it or you’ll find out how we treat a slave who tries to escape.”

Elizabeth was suddenly silent and Gail felt a cold dread. She realized that these counselors were professionals at training women and girls to be slaves. They’d probably seen every possible escape attempt and every trick in the book. There was no way she could outwit them because they were way ahead of her. She let herself be led until she was standing in front of an open door. She was shoved through the door and into darkness. The door was shut behind her.

Gail felt around in the room, locating a blanket, toilet, and a sink. Gratefully she relieved herself in the toilet, washed her hands and face, and lay down on the smooth, hard floor. Her body ached, but she drifted off to sleep. Throughout the night she kept starting awake, fear coursing through her veins as she once again relived the previous day and wondered what lay in store for her on the next one.

The next morning, bright light and a loud banging awakened Gail. She scrambled to her feet, poised and ready for the door to open. This was the only time that she had been unfettered since her enslavement and she intended to make use of the opportunity. Of course this was exactly what the camp counselors were expecting. A small opening in the door appeared and a pair of handcuffs flew in at her. “Put them on, hands behind your back,” came Jenny’s voice.

Gail’s first reaction was to think that would be stupid of her. This was her one chance at escape and she wasn’t going to cooperate. Instead, she picked them up and held them behind her back. “Yes, Mistress Jenny,” she said. “I did what you want.”

“Turn around and show me,” said Jenny, her face appearing in the opening.

Gail hesitated.

“Oh, you lying bitch,” said Jenny. “You didn’t do it, did you?”

“You can’t make me,” said Gail defiantly.

“Oh yes we can,” said Jenny. “If someone has to come in there and wrestle you down, think of what your punishment will be like, slave bitch. You can do it the easy way, my precious girl and I’ll be so nice to you,” she said sweetly, her voice turning hard as she continued. “Or you can do it the hard way and see just how mean I can be when I’m angry.”

Gail told herself it would be worth it if she could just get in one good punch or kick to one of the counselors or even to her mistress. This was her only chance, so she stood her ground.

“On the other hand,” said Jenny. “See what you’re standing on?”

Gail looked down to see she was standing on a metal floor. It looked like stainless steel, clean and polished. She looked back at Jenny’s face. “Yes, Mistress Jenny,” she said.

“Think about what happens when I flip this switch out here and 110 volts go into that metal floor.”