SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 5 ]

The sun was going down by the time the specials had all been cleaned up, so the girls got their dinner. After dinner had always been time for the slaves to be tied up and tonight was no exception. The eight girls were tied on their tiptoes in the shower room, until the arms and legs felt the familiar burn of pain and then the burn turned to torment from which they could not escape. Silence turned to moaning and then became screams. But, there was no respite for the tortured girls.

Then, the door opened at the far end of the room. No lights came on, but the light coming through the door was dazzling by itself. With her eyes squinted shut, Gail thought she saw figures slipping through the door and into the darkness. Then, the door shut again. Flashlights clicked on at the far end of room and the girls once again shut their eyes though the light was distant and dim. Using the flashlights to navigate across the room, the eight boys each found a girl and then switched off their lights to plunge the room into total darkness again. It wasn’t Toby that found Gail; she could tell that from his whispered voice. The boy lowered her until her arms were about head high and she could stand flat on her feet. The unseen stranger ran his hands over her body and she move to his soft touch, purring as he caressed her. She was not surprised to feel his hard cock as it pressed against her ass from behind. He asked no questions, so she did not speak. His words were soft and sensual, yet embarrassing, too. “Nice soft tits,” he whispered to her. “Nice, but small. You must be one of the 12-year-olds. Hmmm, a little hair on your hot pussy. Juicy pussy. Juicy, fuckable pussy.”

Gail heard whispers all around her, but only one boy existed for her. Only one set of hands and one voice reached her. Beside her Elizabeth briefly cried out. She’d tried to speak and the boy that had found her pinched her nipple hard. The soft caresses turned to soft kisses that became more demanding until the boy was biting Gail’s skin. She felt him catch a nipple in his mouth and pull it away from her tit, stretching it until she moaned in pain. When he put his lips to hers, she kissed him back hungrily. The smell of sex was in the air, the gentle touches had aroused her, and now his demanding advances made her horny. She wanted him to hold her, touch her, and kiss her like he was. She wanted more than that, but she didn’t dare speak. She knew that when he was ready she’d get what she wanted, because he wanted the same thing. His cock throbbed against her belly. From its size and the boy’s apparent height, she wondered if it was really a counselor that was touching her, but that didn’t make sense. There were eight males in the room, so they must be the eight boys.

As she felt his cock bobbing against her, she dared a few words, whispering huskily, “Master, you feel so big.” There was no reaction – no punishment, no reward, and no comment at all as the boy kept kissing her. But, then there was a delayed reaction as his hands reached to cup her ass and he humped his rock hard member against her bare tummy. “So big,” she whispered again. “Too big for this slave. I don’t deserve such a big master.”

That got the boy as he listened to the teen praise his cock and demean herself at the same time. “Oh, yeah,” he grunted back at her. “You’re gonna get a good fucking, bitch. Is that what you want?”

“I don’t deserve it,” repeated Gail, aware that those words seemed to excite him. She couldn’t ask for it like she wanted, but she could phrase her answer in a taunting, slavish way that made him want her more.

“But you want it,” he insisted.

Gail answered this time, “Yes, Master, I want you. I want that big cock.” Her wish was about to be fulfilled as she felt him step around her, his hand gently grazing her side and then her back as he moved in the dark. His hands grasped her hips and pulled her back a couple of feet, making her bend at the waist and offer him her cunt from behind. As she did, she felt the satisfying pressure of his cock against her pussy and then its penetration into her womb. “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, too aroused to contain herself.

The nude girl reveled in the feel of his hands on her body as he pounded his cock into her. He was so gentle, yet so commanding. He was man who knew how to pleasure her. He’d teased her to the brink of surrender and now took her totally. She felt the heat in her pussy build and her body convulsed in orgasm as he fucked her. “Oh, my God, fuck me, Master,” she moaned softly. She didn’t notice all the other girls moaning in heat as she was. There was only her and her unseen master, and the mood required her to whisper her insistent pleasure to him. “You’re so big. So hard. So wonderful. I want you in me. I want you to fuck me. Do it, harder.” She felt a second orgasm sweep over her and she sagged against the ropes, feeling them burn at her wrists, but not caring about the pain as the pleasure drove her to new heights. As she felt him tense and squeeze her tighter, she came a third time. He filled her eager cunt with his cum as she milked every drop from him.

Gail didn’t have the strength or the will to fight him as he untied her arms in the dark and cuffed them behind her. “Would you like me to be your master?” he asked her.

“Yes, Master, I want you. I belong to you,” she whispered back, still feeling the bliss of her recent orgasms.

“Better than your little brother?” he whispered.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered back. “Wonderful.” But, even as she answered, she felt a sense of dread. She didn’t know who he was. He’d found her in the dark. Yet, she was the only slave who belonged to her own little brother. Two of the girls belonged to their older brothers, three to cousins, and two to strangers. How did he know who she was? Who was the stranger?

Gail noticed that two circles of light were making their way across the darkened room and now her new master flicked on his flashlight. They, too, made their way across the room and out into the rest of the camp. The boy led her to her room where she would spend the night. Just before he opened the door, he turned Gail around so she could see his face. She started in surprise as she saw Brad, Patty’s cousin. He was the oldest of the boys, at 16. He’d already struck her as being the meanest of the boys as well. But, he hadn’t been that way with her. She hoped that he was just being mean to his cousin, but now that he had chosen her, he would be a kind master. It didn’t keep her awake that night, wondering about him; she was too exhausted from a day of constant sex and fell right to sleep.

“Eeeeaaaaaa,” screamed Gail, leaping to her feet from a deep sleep. The floor was electrified. She felt the burn of the electricity from where it had coursed through her right cheek, her forearms, her breasts, her hips, knees, and feet; everything that had been touching the metal floor as she slept. Now she was forced to dance as the electricity burned her feet each time they touched the floor. “Aaaaa, please, no, no, no,” she screamed. She’d gone from a deep sleep to completely awake in an instant. “Please, Toby, stop,” she screamed. This was the cruelest awakening she’d had since she’d arrived at camp.

She danced for what seemed like an eternity as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Finally, the metal floor stopped stinging her bare feet and she stood trying to collect her wits and her breath. The hole in the door to her cell opened up and she heard a voice say, “Who do you belong to, bitch? Why are you yelling for Toby to stop when you don’t belong to him anymore?”

Abruptly she was dancing again, her small tits bouncing wildly as she recalled the events of the night before. She’d given herself to Brad. He’d been so strong and gentle last night. She’d said he was a better master than Toby. “Please, Brad, please Master, stop,” she screamed. Then floor stopped biting her feet each time they touched it.

The hole in her door opened again and handcuffs flew in. She quickly picked them up and put them on with her hands behind her back. Then, she stuck her head out the hole. Brad was standing there waiting for her and restrained her head so that she couldn’t back out. “You are such an ungrateful bitch slave,” said the older boy. “Your brother loves you enough to want to be your master and you give yourself away to me. I don’t care a fuck about you. I don’t care about you the way your brother cares about you.”

Gail had nothing to say. She was afraid of what Brad could do to her and ashamed of rejecting Toby. What had seemed like a good idea last night was suddenly a nightmare.

“Open your mouth and suck me off, bitch,” said Brad. He enjoyed inflicting pain on Gail and his cock was hard from listening to her screamed. Trapped as she was, she was nothing more than a face for him to fuck.

Gail opened her mouth and took the older boy into her mouth. She couldn’t move, so when he pushed forward hard, his cock touched the back of her throat and slid deep. There was nothing she could do, but suck on the cock as he stroked forward and back. He made sure that his cock never quite left her mouth and then slid deep again. The 13-year-old couldn’t believe that she was sucking cock with such intensity. It had been barely more than a week that she had been riding on the bus to camp and wondering what lay in store for her.

The slave girl felt her master’s cock tense in her mouth and suddenly her mouth was filled with his salty cum. It flooded her mouth and ran down her throat. He spasmed several times as she sucked on his cock to drain every drop. Finally, he pulled out and she swallowed the rest of his cum. She stared at the floor, seeing only Brad’s feet. Then he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so that she was looking at his now flaccid cock, glistening with her spit.

“Want to suck it again, bitch?” asked Brad.

“Yes, M-Master,” said Gail. “If that’s what my master wants.”

“Well, it’s gonna have to get hard again before you can suck it,” he said. “Know how to make it hard again?”

“Yes, Master,” said Gail. “Let me suck it now and I’ll make it hard.”

“I had something else in mind,” said Brad. “Screaming makes me hard.”

Gail suddenly felt the surge of electricity through her feet again and she started dancing. “Aaaeeeeeee,” she screamed as the pain shot through her. There was no escape from the pain. Bent 90 degrees at the waist to put her head through the door and with her hands cuffed behind her, she could barely jump up off the floor to stop the electricity from coursing through her. She screamed for what seemed like an eternity.

When the pain stopped, she was panting with exertion. It took her a few seconds to respond to the voice in front of her. “Calm down, relax,” said the voice. “It’s your master, Toby. Calm down, I won’t let him hurt you anymore.”

“T-Toby? Master,” said Gail, the relief in her voice obvious. “Please, don’t let him hurt me anymore. Please make him stop.”

“That’s right, slave bitch,” said Toby, his voice gentle. “I’m here to take care of you. But, you’ve been a bad slave. I have to punish you for being a bad slave. Do you know that you’ve been bad?”

“Yes, Master Toby,” said Gail. “I’m sorry that I told Brad I wanted him to be my master. I only want you to be my master, Toby. I only want you to be my master. Please, forgive me, I’m so sorry that I said anything different. Please don’t punish me. I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be a good slave from now on.”

Toby opened the door to Gail’s cell, which forced her to step into the hall. It was unusual that she was alone in the hallway with Toby, but she didn’t have time to wonder where the other girls were. With her head sticking out of the door and her hands cuffed, the rest of her nude body was totally unprotected. She felt Toby’s hands on her tits and she felt relief. As long as he touched her gently as he was doing now, she was safe. His fingers worked on her nipples to harden them. She felt the same sense of impropriety at having her little brother fondle her, but it was less than yesterday. Today it seemed almost right and, for now, it was at least not painful.

“I’ll tell you what,” said Toby. “I was going to spank you. And, you’re ass is pretty easy to spank right now. I’d like to see it red from about ten or twenty swats. But, if you don’t want me to punish you, perhaps you’d like to tell me how good a slave you can be. Perhaps you’d like to ask for some special attention from me.”

It took Gail a few seconds to consider what Toby was offering. She definitely didn’t want the spanking, but what did he mean by special attention? What was she supposed to ask for? What would convince him she was a good slave? His hands continued to caress her for a moment and then they stopped. Gail imagined him picking up a paddle and decided that she was out of time. Desperately she pleaded, “Please, Toby, I’ll be a good slave. I’ll do everything that you ask me to do. I… I’ll let you… fuck me. I’ll suck you off. Do anything that you want to me.”

She felt the caress of a wooden paddle as Toby rubbed it on her exposed ass. “I told you to ask for special attention,” said Toby. “Don’t tell me that you’ll be a good slave. Don’t tell me what you will do. Ask me.”

The paddle continued to caress Gail’s ass and then it was removed. She imagined he’d just pulled it back, ready to deliver the first swat. “Master Toby,” she started, still not certain what it was that he wanted. “I liked it when you felt my tits. Please, touch them again. Don’t spank me. Play with my tits. Play with your slave’s tits.”

The 13-year-old felt her little brother’s hands on her tits again. She sighed with relief that she had stopped her punishment. “I like that,” said Toby. “I like having my big sister ask me to play with her tits. I like it when my slave knows what I like.” His hands toyed with her small tits for a while. “I had something else in mind, though. That was a nice little game, but I’m still going to have to spank you unless you ask for something even more special from me.”

Gail was stunned as she suddenly realized what she was supposed to ask for. She knew what he wanted. It wasn’t something that she wanted, but it was better than a spanking. “Master Toby, will you fuck me with your big, hard cock?” she asked. “This slave would like to have her master fuck her.” She didn’t know if that was enough. His hands paused on her tits as if he was thinking. “Master Toby, you could do it in my pussy or my mouth. This slave would like to have your cock in either hole.”

Toby’s hands left her tits again. She heard his footsteps and then saw his feet. Raising her head, she opened her mouth and let him put his cock in her mouth. His hands were gentle on her head, petting her hair softly. “That’s my good slave,” he said. “That’s good that you can ask to pleasure your master.” Gail’s head bobbed up and down on her brother’s little cock. It was much more manageable than Brad’s.

Then Toby stepped back and away from her. Gail felt a sense of despair as he did. Was she still going to be spanked? Did he want more? “Please, Master Toby, let me have your cock back,” she begged. “I can do better. Please, I want your cock in my mouth.”

She heard Toby laugh. He was behind her again. “You said either hole, slave,” Toby told her. “I just used your mouth so my cock isn’t dry. I really want to fuck you.” Then his cock slid into her pussy from behind. Gail pushed back against him, helping him to sink to his full depth. Gail moved her hips in time to Toby’s thrusts, feeling herself get wet from the feel of his cock inside her. It was wonderful to have her master take her like this. As the tingle grew in her body, she heard her breathing become ragged again, but this time from pleasure instead of pain and exertion.

“Fuck me, Master Toby,” said Gail as her arousal grew. “Let me have your whole cock inside me, Master. Fuck me hard.”

Toby stroked in and out of his sister and then paused with his cock all the way inside her. He reached forward so he could fondle her tits while he was inside her. He loved the way she responded, trying to pump her hips against him even as he tried to hold still. She wanted him so bad. He moved his hands to her hips for better leverage and then started fucking her hard and fast.

“Fuck me, Master,” demanded Gail. “Do it faster. Oh, yes, I’m almost there. Fuck me, harder, faster. Oh, yes, Master Toby.” She was giving herself completely to her little brother. He loved her enough to want to be her master. He loved her so much he didn’t want to punish her or hurt her like Brad. He wanted to treat her like a woman. She felt her orgasm sweep over her as his cock spurted its cum in her cunt. The two continued to move together until their mutual orgasms passed.

Toby freed his slave from the door and led her out to feed her breakfast. Gail basked in the joy of being Toby’s slave as he carefully fed her. It never occurred to her that her rescue from Brad had been planned. All she knew was that Toby had come to save her from Brad and then had treated her with gentleness. She wanted to be his slave. There were still two and half weeks left at camp and Gail was a satisfied slave. She wondered what more was in store for her before they went home.