SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA

[ part 3 ]

“Oh, God, no,” said Gail. She looked frantically around. Even the toilet and sink were metal. Suddenly she heard a piercing scream that didn’t sound very far away.

“Uh oh,” said Jenny with a smile. “Somebody’s slave didn’t believe them. Do you believe me, bitch?”

“Yes, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail. She snapped the cuffs on her wrists and turned her back to show Jenny.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it, bitch?” said Jenny.

“No, Mistress Jenny.” Gail turned back to face her mistress.

“But, you know I’ll have to punish you for being slow. I expect you to obey every order I give you without hesitation. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Jenny.” Gail jumped as she heard another scream.

“So, to show you that I wasn’t lying to you and punish you for your misbehavior, I’m going to have to turn on the juice for you,” she smiled as she said it. “Besides, I want to see my pretty girl jump up and down and scream for me. You want to make me happy, don’t you, slave bitch?”

“Please, don’t,” pleaded Gail.

“I asked you a question, you stupid bitch. You want to make me happy, don’t you, slave bitch?”

“Um, uh.” Not like that, Gail wanted to say. “Yes, Mistress Jenny,” she finally said. Then, with a stroke of brilliance, she jumped up and down, making her tits bounce and screamed, just like her mistress wanted her to do.

Jenny laughed. “That was very clever, bitch. But, not quite the same.” She flipped the switch on the wall outside the door.

“Eeeeeeeeeee,” screamed Gail, louder than her first scream. She leaped into the air, trying to get her feet off the floor, but came back down to find the floor was still electrified. “Aaaaaaaeeeeee,” she leaped again. “Eeeeeeeeeeee,” she screamed a third time. On the way down, she moaned, “Aaah, aaah,” in anticipation of another jolt. She had leaped into the air a fourth time before she realized that the floor wasn’t live anymore. When she came down again, she stood tentatively, testing to make sure the power was off.

“Did you enjoy that?” asked Jenny.

“No, Mistress Jenny.”

“I did,” said Jenny. “I like being nice to you, but I almost hope you make me shock you again. That was fun.” Jenny’s face disappeared from the opening. “Put your face in the hole so I can see you,” she said.

Gail stepped forward and bent over to peer out the hole. Jenny was dressed as she had been the day before, a tight black leather bra and leather pants. Jenny beckoned Gail forward and the slave pushed her head all the way through the hole. The young mistress seized Gail’s hair and pulled to keep her slave exposed while she snapped a large collar in place with the other hand. When Jenny let go of her hair, Gail discovered that projections on the collar kept her from pulling her head back.

Jenny opened the door and Gail stepped forward into the hallway. Jenny stepped out of sight, behind her. Gail could see the ass of another slave. It was a small ass with no hips, one of the younger girls. Like Gail, her head was stuck through the hole in her door and her mistress was behind her. It was a very uncomfortable feeling to have Jenny out of sight, her entire body at the mercy of her mistress. It was especially uncomfortable because Gail could see the red stripes across the other slave’s ass and the riding crop in the hand of her mistress. Gail knew her ass was equally vulnerable.

Across the hall, Gail could see Irene’s head sticking out through her door. As she watched, Irene jumped and grunted in pain. Gail could do nothing but watch as Irene’s mistress whipped her several times. “Aaaaaa,” she suddenly screamed herself as Jenny whipped the stinging crop across her ass. And it was Irene’s turn to watch Gail being spanked. From the sounds around her, Gail was aware that all eight of the slaves were in the same hall and in the same predicament.

The little girl ahead of her, Kim, was apparently farther along in the morning’s activities than Gail, so the 13-year-old could see a preview of what was to come for her. She watched with interest as Kim’s hands were uncuffed and then her arms were retied. When her mistress was done with her, Kim’s arms were much higher on her back, her forearms crossing and tied together. It made Kim’s ass even more accessible to her young mistress. Gail felt Jenny doing the same thing to her.

Counselors wandered up and down the hall, watching the mistresses as they practiced their domination techniques. Sometimes they stopped and gave suggestions or instructions. Now one of them stopped right in front of Gail and bent down face-to-face with her. “You watching little Kimmy get hers?” asked the woman. “Sonya is right behind you watching you get yours. Poor little Kimmy doesn’t have anybody to watch, so it’s all a big surprise for her.” The woman smiled wickedly. “I really like this part. Hope you do, too.”

When Gail could see Kim again, she did a double take. Kim’s mistress was sporting a cock and it took Gail a couple of seconds to realize that it was a strap on dildo. She twisted her head, trying to look behind herself, but it was to no avail. Was Jenny doing the same thing behind her? Kim’s mistress, no bigger than Kim herself, stepped up behind the small girl and shoved her hips forward. Gail could hear Kim’s squeal of pain and surprise as the plastic cock sank into her virgin pussy. Gail started to squirm at the thought of what Jenny was doing right now. She didn’t dare say anything and though she wanted desperately to protect her virginity, she was even afraid of moving her ass too much or crossing her legs. The sting of her recent spanking still lingered as a reminder that she had to behave.

Then, Irene’s mistress poked Irene and Gail could see the expression on the slave’s face as her virginity was taken. It was a mixture of pain and horror as Irene’s unseen mistress raped her. Gail tensed as she felt Jenny’s hands on her hips. Her mistress’ hands felt around her pussy, locating her virgin fuck hole and positioning the long dildo for its penetration. It took Gail’s breath away when Jenny suddenly shoved in deep. The dildo was well lubricated so that it slid in easily, but Gail felt her hymen tear and then there was a sense of fullness like nothing she had experienced before. The 13-year-old was stunned as she realized she was being fucked and had no control over the situation at all. As Jenny pounded in and out of her cunt, Gail suddenly realized that she hadn’t even had breakfast yet and wondered if Jenny had.

Kim’s ordeal was already over. The fucking had just been enough to take her precious virginity and let her know that she belonged to her mistress. Gail watched Kim’s mistress walk around in the door, out of her sight and back into Kim’s view. It wasn’t long before Jenny appeared in front of Gail. Jenny was still dressed in black leather, but with a black strap on dildo protruding from her crotch. “Did you like your fuck, bitch?”

Gail couldn’t take her eyes off the glistening black cock covered with her own juices. Jenny grabbed her hair and pulled her head, forcing Gail to look into the eyes of her mistress and remember that she’d been asked a question. “No, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail truthfully.

“Too bad,” said Jenny. “You’re gonna get that every morning. But, now, pretend this cock is a hot dog, bitch, and suck on it.” Jenny pushed the cock at Gail’s mouth and Gail opened wide, taking it into her mouth. She tasted her own juices as she gave her mistress a blow job. Like the fucking she’d just received, the blow job didn’t last very long, just long enough to let Gail know her place.

The mistresses disappeared one by one, leaving the slaves standing helplessly in the hallway. Gail discovered that her door was locked in position, so that she couldn’t step back into her room. When Jenny and the other girls returned, she had two hot dogs in her hand. Gail’s heart sank as she realized what her breakfast was going to be and figured she knew where her breakfast had already been. She was surprised when Jenny disappeared behind her, but then she felt a hot dog sliding up her cunt and saw Kim getting one of her own. The length of meat was withdrawn and Jenny came back around front. Gail looked at Jenny with dismay. “Don’t want to eat your own?” teased Jenny.

Jenny turned and traded hot dogs with Kim’s mistress. “Here you go, bitch, straight from Kimmy’s hot little snatch.” Disgusted, but hungry, Gail ate the offered meat. “Want another Kimmy special?” asked Jenny, waving the second hot dog in front of Gail.

“Yes, Mistress Jenny,” said Gail. The helpless girl watched as Jenny inserted the hot dog in Kimmy and then fed Gail. Kim’s mistress took the liberty of dipping a second hot dog into Gail’s pussy for Kim. Gail felt strangely violated that another mistress had taken such liberty with her. She was Jenny’s slave. She belonged to Jenny and resented the tacit approval that Jenny had granted for someone else to use her pussy.

The eight slaves were then untied and put back into their rooms. When their collars were removed, the slaves could pull their heads back in and were once again free within the confines of their tiny rooms. “Use the toilet, wash yourself, and get ready for more fun,” said Jenny. She tossed in a small rag and some soap and then she shut the small opening in the door.

Gail did as she was told, but to her dismay found that only cold water came from the faucet. She gave herself a quick sponge bath, enjoying the feeling of being clean despite the cold. It wasn’t long before she was ordered to stick her head back through the hole in the door. Collared, she learned the routine for going from unfettered in her room to bound and ready for more training. The door effectively became stocks that trapped her until her hands were tied. Once she was tied, the collar was removed and she was led outside.

Gail spent the rest of the week learning how to respond to her mistress. She became adept at eating pussy and pleasuring her mistress in every way that was expected of her. Jenny liked French kissing, so Gail found herself frequently engaged in passionate kissing with the other girl. To her surprise, she enjoyed necking with her attractive mistress. Late in the week she was even more surprised when she found herself looking forward to going down on the other girl.

What Gail found less enjoyable was the morning rape. The cock inside her felt like an intruder and not something that she wanted to feel from her mistress or from a man. When Jenny assaulted her ass with the same dildo, Gail liked that even less, objecting for the first time in days. Amused, Jenny acceded to her slave’s dislike for anal rape and didn’t do that anymore. She rather liked her slave and got no pleasure from ass fucking Gail. But, she did like the view of Gail with a cock in her mouth, her lips spread wide as she took several inches of hard plastic down her throat. She engaged Gail in that pastime frequently.

By Friday, Gail performed every task that Jenny expected of her, even purring contentedly when Jenny gave her the slightest caress. The young teen no longer thought of escape, but of how she could please her mistress to the fullest. Part of what encouraged Gail was the treatment that other slaves seemed to be getting. While the first couple of days had been strictly regimented by the counselors, later in the week the personalities of the mistresses began to show through. Some were extremely mean to their slaves and Gail found solace in the fact that Jenny knew how to show her appreciation Gail’s obedience.

Over the weekend, Gail was traded to other mistresses so she could see and feel the touch of other girls. Dutifully she pleasured them all, eager to avoid punishment and receive praise. Now even the counselors joined in, letting the young slaves pleasure them as well as the young mistresses. None seemed to measure up to her Jenny, but then Jenny always returned to her at the end of the day for some final loving.

A full week had gone by and Gail could hardly remember her sexual attitudes that had been stripped away after her arrival at Camp Courage. She might have returned to her old prudish ways if given the chance, but she had three more weeks of training in front of her. She didn’t know that the start of the second week would bring a drastic change, but she learned it on Sunday evening. Standing at attention on her platform in the courtyard, she listened as Ms. C explained the change for the next day. “Tomorrow we have a very interesting experience for the bitch slaves and for our new mistresses. Next week we will do an exchange with the boys’ camp across the lake. As you all know, there are eight boy slaves and eight boy masters being trained there. Starting tomorrow, the masters will come here and train our little bitch slaves and the mistresses will go to the boys’ camp to train the little boy toy slaves. I know that our mistresses will enjoy that very much. I also know that the bitch slaves usually don’t have such a good time.” She laughed as she said that. “What’s even worse is that I and the other counselors will go with our mistresses and the boys’ counselors will come here. I’ve always noticed that the boys and the men seem to like fucking and being sucked much more than the girls. You poor slaves are going to be so sore and worn out at the end of the day.”

It was a particularly rough night of sleep for Gail Sunday night. So many things were on her mind. Boys and men were going to see her tomorrow. The girls had been bad, but she expected the boys would be worse. They’d actually cum in her mouth and her pussy. She shuddered at the thought. Then, she wondered about Toby. She thought about him every night. Had he been forced to suck cocks? Would Jenny be his mistress? What would her new master be like? Would he be kind like Jenny or mean and rough with her?

She decided that even if it got her punishment, she would ask Jenny to be Toby’s mistress. That was the first thing on her mind when the lights came on Monday morning and she heard the banging of the gong to wake them all up. She got up quickly and stood at the door, waiting for Jenny’s command. To her surprise, an unusual object was tossed in this time. She expected handcuffs, but she picked up the cloth and examined it. “Put the bag on your head,” said a man’s voice.

Gail’s eyes opened wide. What was going on? The boys were here already? Where was Jenny? She stared at the bag she held in her hand and then pulled it over her head. A pair of handcuffs came through the opening in the door. She heard them hit the floor. Feeling around, she found them and put them on quickly. “When you have the bag on your head and cuffs on, stick your head out the door and say hi to your new master.”

Gail was trembling as she stumbled toward the door. She couldn’t see well, but she could see the light from the opening in the door and put her head through. Shadows moved in the hallway. “Good morning, Master,” said Gail tentatively. Her collar was put in place and the door opened and locked in place. She was grateful now for the hood that she wore. Just the thought of being naked with boys and men around her was mortifying, but to actually see them leering at her would be worse.

It got worse than she could ever have imagined when her hood was removed. She blinked in the light and her eyes focused on the young boy standing in front of her. He was dressed in tight black leather pants. His chest was bare. Her eyes ran up his body and focused on his face. “T-Toby?” she said in confusion.