SIBLING SUMMER CAMP

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 8A ]

It was surprisingly difficult to be a mistress, thought Gail as she had a rough night sleeping. Her slave was being disobedient and she’d just have to figure out how to get Jenny to be a better slave.

In her cell, Jenny had an equally difficult time sleeping. The hard metal floor was uncomfortable, but that wasn’t so much what kept her awake. She kept thinking how good it felt to kneel in front of Mistress Gail and how good her cunt had tasted and how easy it would be to give in to all her commands and even how much she looked forward to next week and her brother Cedric. It was so confusing for her; there was no way that she could really enjoy this nightmare, was there?

Jenny snapped awake at the sound of the little opening in her door clanging open and something falling on the metal floor. She groggily looked around and saw hand cuffs laying there. She picked them up and put them behind her back, clicking them closed.

“Turn around and show me,” said Gail. Jenny turned, but when she did, Gail saw the cuffs clicked shut on empty air. They weren’t on the slave’s wrists!

“Eeeeeeee,” squealed Jenny, leaping into the air and then dancing to keep her feet off the floor. “Puh-puh-please, Mistress Gail, this slave will do it right.”

“They’re locked now,” said Gail. “How are you going to do it now, you stupid blond bimbo?”

Jenny looked confused, unable to focus on even that simple problem. “I can’ t, Mistress Gail.” She looked at the floor and then at Gail. “Oh no,” she wailed. “I can’t.”

“Hand them to me,” snapped Gail. She took the cuffs from Jenny. “You stupid bitch,” added Gail, making Jenny dance again on the electric floor. She unlocked the cuffs and tossed them back in. “Now do it right.” Again she heard the click of the cuffs and this time Jenny showed her wrists were cuffed.

“Head out,” said Gail. Jenny’s head poked through the hole in the door and Gail collared her. She pulled her slave into the hallway, the last of the slaves to come out. Gail was disappointed that she was last. Despite her disappointment, she caressed Jenny gently. “How is my pretty slave today?” “Fine, Mistress Gail,” said Jenny.

“Ready to suck, fuck, and eat pussy?”

“Yes, Mistress Gail.”

“Excellent,” said Gail. “I like it when my pretty girl is well behaved.” She again took the time to braid Jenny’s hair. The braids had turned out to be a great way to control Jenny’s head the previous day, so she planned on doing it every day. Finished, she said, “Open wide. We need to practice for Cedric.”

Jenny clamped her mouth shut.

“Such a proud little slave,” said Gail. “It’s only going to get you into trouble. Sooner or later, you’ll open your mouth for me. Sooner or later, your little brother is going to cum in your mouth. It only hurts more when you don’t obey the first time.” She paused, but Jenny still didn’t open her mouth. Three swats later, Jenny had the strap on dildo in her mouth.

“All the way today,” said Gail. She pushed the cock deep enough to here Jenny gag on it and then pulled it out again. She fucked Jenny’s mouth for a couple of minutes, gradually working it deeper despite the resistance of Jenny’ s tight throat. Finally, she pushed her crotch up against Jenny’s nose.“ That’s better,” said Gail. “That’s my good little slave.” She pulled out and walked behind Jenny.

She could see Jenny trembling as she surveyed the nude 13-year-old.

Frustration at her helplessness? Fear of the upcoming violation? Uncertainty of what was coming next? Gail wondered just what it was that made Jenny tremble. She ran her hands lightly over Jenny’s body, an act she’d come to think of as a sign of ownership. “Every inch of you is mine,” she said, making sure Jenny got the same idea.

Then she parted Jenny’s pussy lips and pushed the slick dildo up inside her. “Will you cum for me, Jenny slave?” asked Gail, having no intention of fucking Jenny that long. She pumped in and out for a few strokes and pulled free.

“Oh,” said Gail. “I just can’t pass up the pretty ass of my slave.” She poked the cock up against Jenny’s tight asshole without penetrating. She wanted to tease Jenny for a moment first. She pulled back and poked it forward again, watching Jenny tense in anticipation. Again she pulled away and the pushed it forward. This time she continued to push, penetrating despite Jenny ’s best efforts to refuse her.

She sank the fake cock to the hilt inside Jenny’s ass. “Oh, I’ll bet that feels good for my pretty slave,” said Gail. She knew full well that it didn’t.

Satisfied that Jenny had been demeaned enough, she removed the strap on and walked back in front of Jenny. Standing in front of the helpless girl, she removed the hot dog that had been inside her for several minutes now. She offered it to Jenny. “Suck it first,” she said and let Jenny clean the juices off it. Then she fed it bite by bite to Jenny.

She had a second hot dog that she dipped in Jenny’s pussy before offering it to the hungry slave. Again Jenny ate every bite. Eating the nasty offering was not so much an act of obedience as an act of desperate hunger.

With breakfast over, Gail led Jenny out into the courtyard. There the slaves got their first view of the stocks that they would soon occupy. Despite being cuffed and quite helpless, Jenny put up a fight over getting her head in place in the stocks. “I’m going to give you five swats just for being so bad. Why are you such a naughty slave?” demanded Gail. “You know your head is going in the stocks, so you might as well do it now before the punishment gets any worse.” With the help of one of the counselors, Gail wrestled Jenny into place.

Gail knew that Jenny couldn’t possibly know what was coming next, so she figured it was just the idea of being even more helpless that Jenny was fighting against. Now that her head was firmly in the stocks and her arms were still cuffed behind her, there was nothing the unfortunate slave could do to protect herself. But, first she got the five swats that had been promised. “Stick out your tongue,” said Gail as she stood in front of Jenny. The errant slave did as she was told. Her ass hurt and she had no choice. To Jenny’ s surprise, Gail grabbed her tongue between thumb and forefinger and pulled. She held it firmly as Jenny tried to retract it. But Gail won the battle and held her tongue steady. The mistress’ other hand came up with a wide metal clip that she clipped onto Jenny’s tongue. When she let go of Jenny’s tongue, the slave couldn’t retract her tongue now.

“Aaaahhhh, ahhhh,” moaned Jenny in pain and frustration. She couldn’t see what was going on as Gail disappeared behind her, but she soon felt clips attached to her nipples. “Aaaaahhhh,” she moaned in pain as each clip was put on her tender bits. What else could happen she wondered and then she felt clips attached to her cunt lips. She struggled in frustration, but she was limited in what she could do. She couldn’t even tell her mistress what she thought of the humiliating and painful treatment. All that came out was unintelligible moans.

Gail appeared back in front of Jenny. She pulled her pants down and put a finger in her pussy. Then she wiped the finger on Jenny’s tongue. “Am I tasty, Jenny slave?” she asked.

“Aaahhh, ahhhh,” was all the slave could say in reply.

“That’s aaahhh, ahhhh, Mistress Gail,” said Gail.

“Aaaaaah, ahhhh, ithuth, ail,” said Jenny.

With that, Gail waved goodbye to Jenny, making a show of letting Jenny know she was leaving. She walked down behind the stocks to the slender, 11-year-old Alice and ran her hands over the preteen’s body. Alice didn’t know who was touching her and Jenny was getting the same treatment from some unseen hands.

Without a word, Gail picked up a vibrator and pushed it between Alice’s cunt lips. She noticed how much tighter the little girl was than Jenny. She stroked it in and out, feeling Alice stretch open as she did. The resistance went down some, but the little girl was still tighter than Jenny. No words were spoken by anyone as the helpless slaves were kept in suspense. The mistresses rotated from one to the next, taking liberties with the slaves’ most private parts.

Seven of the slaves accepted their fate; there was little else they could do in their position. But, from across the courtyard, Gail could hear Jenny complaining through her gag. Though Jenny was unintelligible, Gail was still embarrassed that her slave was talking back to each of the mistresses. When they broke for lunch, Sheila pulled Gail aside. “We need to talk,” said Sheila.

Gail felt a sense of dread. She was doing something wrong and her slave would never be properly trained. Still, she was willing to listen and learn from the head counselor. “What am I doing wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing, my dear,” said Sheila. They were away from the others by now and Sheila continued to lead her down a hallway that Gail hadn’t explored before. “With 16 girls, we usually get a girl like Jenny. Sometimes none, sometimes two, but usually there’s one. You’re not doing anything wrong. We just have to change the tools you’re using.”

“What’s special about Jenny?” asked Gail.

“She’s a pain slut,” said Sheila.

“What?”

“She likes the pain. Surprised? It explains why she was hard on you. She enjoyed inflicting pain because that’s what she would like. She didn’t know that when she was playing mistress. She just knew that pain was her favorite tool. As a slave it took her less than a day to realize that she gets aroused from pain. I’m afraid that at the current rate we’re going to send her home with bruises and welts.”

“Oh,” said Gail. “I don’t want to do that. I just want her to obey.”

Sheila smiled. “She’ll never obey the first time. She’ll always want a spanking or something. She needs some kind of painful motivation for every task you assign her. She’ll expect to be pushed to the limit before she surrenders, nearly each and every time.”

“And she’ll have bruises and welts because of that.”

“No,” said Sheila. She stopped by a door. “You’ll be separated from the rest of the girls for the rest of the week. This will be her special room. Inside here we’ll teach you advanced techniques that the other slaves aren’t ready for. Here we have painful torments that won’t leave marks. This is our pain slut room.” She opened the door.

Gail entered the room. It was about 10 feet by 20 feet with heavily padded walls. She noticed immediately that the walls drank in the sound and returned nothing. “Hey!” she yelled. “Hello!” The sound was swallowed up. “Yes,” nodded Sheila. “Soundproofed. She can scream as loud as you want her to scream.”

The walls were lined with solid hooks at all levels. Even the ceilings had hooks with ropes suspended from them. There were other devices – stocks, a balance beam, and things with uses Gail couldn’t even imagine. “What’s all this for?” she asked.

“Let’s go have lunch,” answered Sheila. “You’ll learn about this over the next few days. Because of Jenny’s special case, there will always be a counselor with you in here – partly to show you what each device is for and partly for safety.”

Over lunch Sheila explained the first torture that she would teach Gail to use on Jenny. Then she and Sheila led the pain slut Jenny back to her new workout room. Jenny had her hands cuffed behind her as usual. The slave eyed the equipment warily. She didn’t understand half the things she saw either. Gail pulled Jenny over to the center of the room. She bent and sucked on Jenny’s nipple until it was hard. Then she pulled down a rope with a clip on the end. She clipped the tight metal clip onto Jenny’s protruding nipple. She repeated the process on Jenny’s other nipple. Jenny just glared defiantly at Gail as if daring her for even more pain.

There was a little bit more to add to Jenny’s predicament. Gail attached a spreader bar to her ankles, forcing her feet about 3 feet apart. Then, Gail just stepped back and pulled the other end of the ropes until Jenny’s nipples were pulled into the air and the helpless slave had to stand on her tiptoes to relieve the pressure.

“When you’re ready to lick my pussy, you may speak,” said Gail. “Just say the words and I’ll let you down and you can lick me until I cum.”

Then, Sheila and Gail moved to a corner of the room where Sheila proceeded to show Gail a magazine of various bondage positions and explain how to tie the special knots needed for each one. They spoke in low voices so Jenny couldn’t hear. Gail could tell how each position she was learning would painfully stretch her slave until her muscles ached. They’d use Jenny’s own body to cause the pain.

It wasn’t long before Jenny started to moan in pain. She started to shuffle, trying to ease the pain on her stretched calves and feet, but there was no relief. “Mistress Gail, please,” she whined. “It hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt, you stupid slave,” said Gail. “I told you how to stop it, now if you speak again without saying the right words…” She held up a dildo gag to emphasize what would happen.

Sheila nodded to Gail. “Good job,” she whispered. “She’s not hurting enough yet. She’s just trying to get your attention, maybe even get more immediate pain like a spanking. Take your time.” They went back to the lesson. A few more minutes went by with Jenny’s moans increasing in intensity. She started to sound pretty pathetic. Then, she said, “This slave is not going to do it.”

Gail just stood up and walked back over the Jenny. She shoved the dildo gag between the helpless slave’s lips and strapped it in place. “Now you can’t do it,” said Gail. “Now you’re just going to hang there with no way to tell me you’ve had enough.” She could see the fear in Jenny’s eyes as the slave realized what she’d just done to herself. “Oh, I’ve got an idea,” added Gail as if it was an afterthought. “When you’re ready to lick my pussy, I want you to hum that song I taught you yesterday. You know – I’m a little slut puppy.” She turned away.

Sheila was right behind Gail, watching the exchange and as the two walked away again, Sheila said, “Did you notice her pussy?”

“No.”

“Wait a couple minutes and then walk back over like you’re checking her out. Notice how wet her pussy is. She’s getting hot.”

“That’s good, because so am I,” said Gail.

“Are you?” asked Sheila, a little surprised.

“Yeah, well, just look at her, tottering around on her tiptoes and moaning like that. Her legs are so long and sexy.” She glanced over her shoulder at Jenny and could see the glistening cunt lips even from there. “Her pussy is so hot.”

Sheila put her hand on Gail’s chin and pulled the girl’s face back around away from Jenny. “My, my,” she smiled. “You may be the perfect mistress for our pain slut if this turns you on.”

Gail blushed. “Doesn’t it turn you on?”

“I wouldn’t be in this business if it didn’t,” said Sheila. “I just didn’ t expect it from you, too.” She glanced over at Jenny and then back to Gail. “I don’t think she’s going to last much longer. You know what to do after you cum?”

“Yeah,” said Gail. “I got it.”

“Make sure you don’t have any questions,” added Sheila. “That’s the most important part of the training.”

Gail nodded. They both watched Jenny as she danced on her tiptoes for a couple more minutes. The strain was becoming obvious on Jenny’s face and tears started to run down her cheeks. Finally, she started to hum her personal song, humiliating herself by admitting defeat.

Gail rose quickly and undid the clips on Jenny’s nipples. The slave sighed in relief as her heels touched the ground. Gail removed the gag and pushed Jenny to her knees. She stripped off her own pants, laid back, and pulled Jenny’s face to her own sopping pussy.

Obediently, Jenny ran her tongue up Gail’s pussy and lapped at her juices. Now that she’d surrendered she didn’t argue with her fate. Her whole body ached and she longed for release herself, but she knew she couldn’t take any more of the punishment. She felt Gail’s hands on her braids, guiding and pulling her to the tender clit with a sense of urgency. Using her tongue, her lips, and her teeth, she worked at Gail’s clit until she heard her mistress moan with pleasure, tense, and relax again. Her face covered with juices, she looked up at Gail’s face to ensure she was finished.

“Good girl,” said Gail. “That’s my pretty girl slave,” she cooed as she stood quickly on weak legs. She pulled Jenny to her feet and clipped the clips back on her nipples.

“What are you doing, Mistress Gail?” whined Jenny as she was pulled back up onto her tiptoes. “This slave did what you wanted.”

Gail didn’t say anything. She just picked up a vibrator, turned it on, and shoved it a couple inches into Jenny’s slick pussy. She stroked the vibrator in and out a few times and then placed the tip directly on Jenny’s throbbing clit. “Oh, fuck!” screamed Jenny as the vibrator touched her sensitive clit. Her whole body ached and even more pain shot through her as her body tensed. Every muscle was strained as the orgasm hit her hard. “My fucking God!” she screamed.

“Oh, oh, eeeeeaaaahhhh,” Jenny threw her head back and yelled at the ceiling. “I’m fucking cumming, God All-fucking Mighty, I’m cumming.”

Gail kept the vibrator in place, pushing it firmly against Jenny’s gooey snatch until the tied girl relaxed. She dropped the vibrator and unclipped Jenny ’s nipples as quickly as she could, helping Jenny gracefully to a sitting position and then onto her back. Jenny lay panting from the exertion of the incredible orgasm.

Jenny’s head lolled to the side and focused on Gail’s face. It took her a moment to gather her wits and then she said, “What… the fuck… was that?”

Gail leaned forward and kissed Jenny gently on the lips. “That, my dear Jenny, is what good slaves get.”

“Thank you, Mistress Gail.”