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SIBLING SUMMER CAMP 1 (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY KENNA
[ part 1 ]
Gail felt the bus take a tight corner to the right, making her lean into
her brother, Toby. She stiffened and righted herself so as to stay out
of Toby's "space". It wasn't so much that she didn't like her brother,
but … He pushed against her. "Hey, watch it, Gail," he said as he had
said every time she'd bumped him for the past two hours. Yeah, he was a
little brother, pain in the butt brat that could and would drive her
crazy at any moment.
It was a little reassuring to have him sitting next to her in the
outside seat. There weren't any other kids their age on the bus. There
were some younger kids traveling with their parents, some couples, and
mostly single men. So, having her brother along meant that some stranger
didn't try to sit next to her. She was 13 and Toby was 11. She had
thought it odd that there were no other kids on the bus going to the
same camp with them. But, then, she had thought everything about the
camp was odd.
For starters, there would only be 16 girls and 16 boys at the camp. Her
mother had said there were "special." Her dad had said it was an "elite"
group of campers. She'd had to look up "elite," and then was satisfied.
Except for, "Boys and girls at the same camp?" she asked sounding
thoroughly insulted.
"No, dear," said her mother. "The boys are on the other side of the
lake. So, it's just 16 girls at your camp." Then her mother had said, "I
don't know where you get that prudish streak from. A girl your age ought
to be interested in boys. Maybe you'd get a boyfriend."
"Mom!" said Gail. "You want me to have a summer fling with a strange boy
all alone up at camp? It's four weeks long. I thought parents were
supposed to discourage that sort of thing." But, she knew her parents
were different.
Her parents would hop into the hot tub naked (and she had too until
she'd turned 8 and wised up). Just a few days ago she'd found her
parents and the next door neighbors in the tub. She didn't stay around
long enough to confirm it, but she knew they were all naked. As she'd
spun around and left, her dad had yelled out, "Come on and join us,
pumpkin!" She didn't like Mr. Timothy, the next door neighbor, or the
way he looked at her. Naked would be even worse. She'd felt herself
blushing even though she was already out of sight.
Other times she'd found evidence that made her think her mother was
having an affair and then her father. Since she'd been old enough to
think about sex, she kept seeing signs that the two were fooling around
with someone else almost all the time. She'd always kept quiet about it
since she didn't want to break up her parents' marriage. But, she also
thought it was pretty obvious and had to chalk it up to her parents not
seeing what each other was doing because they didn't want to see it.
She'd had a zillion questions about camp, but her brother had none. He
apparently seemed happy with heading off into an adventure that would
unfold each day. She, on the other hand, wanted to know ahead of time
what would be happening. Swimming? Horseback riding? Crafts? Archery?
She'd done all those at camp for the past two years, but only for a
weeklong session. While she assumed that would be on the agenda at this
camp, she didn't know for sure and her parents seemed to go out of their
way to not tell her what to expect.
She was finally put somewhat at ease when the bus stopped and they got
off. There was a different bus, smaller than the first, with the name
"Camp Courage" on the side of it. A counselor by the bus checked their
names off and Gail found the bus loaded with boys in the back and girls
in the front. She took a seat by herself and was promptly joined by a
girl who switched seats just to sit by her. Toby went to the back and
disappeared from Gail's thoughts.
"Hi, I'm Jenny," said the girl next to her. "Gosh, I'm so hyped for camp
this summer."
"I'm Gail. I'm hyped, too, but my parents wouldn't tell me a thing about
it. What about yours? Do you know what we can do at camp?"
"Maybe, maybe not," said Jenny with an air of mystery. She looked Gail
over closely, sizing her up, and said, "Maybe you and I can be partners."
"What do you mean, maybe, maybe not? Do you know or not?"
"Not," said Jenny, though Gail thought she was still hiding something.
"But I do know that we have to have a partner, you know, the buddy
system, like swimming and all. I don't know anybody else, do you? We can
be partners."
"No, I don't know anybody either, except my brother."
"Cool," said Jenny. "Your brother came along, too? Too bad the boys are
way over on the other side of the lake. He looked like a younger
brother, is he?"
"Yeah," said Gail. "He's just 11 and a real pain."
Jenny giggled like Gail had told a joke. "So, partners or not?"
"Partners," said Gail, extending her hand. The two girls shook hands,
formally sealing their new friendship. "So, I guess you have a boyfriend?"
"Yep," said Jenny. "But, he's not coming to this camp. Guess I'll have
to find me a new one." Again she appraised Gail. "You're pretty cute.
Bet you have a boyfriend, too."
"Nope," said Gail. "Boys are just trouble." She gave Jenny a closer
look, noting the other girl's long blond hair and blue eyes. Gail had
short brown hair and brown eyes, the opposite of her new friend. Jenny's
figure was comparable to Gail's figure, still small breasted and
slender, but developing.
"You like girls, then?" asked Jenny mischievously.
"Yeah," said Gail innocently. She caught Jenny's expression and
stammered, "I mean, as friends, you know, girl friends, I mean, not like
a girl likes boys, I mean, I want to have a boyfriend, not a girlfriend
that's like a boyfriend…"
Jenny cut her off with a laugh. "God, Gail, relax, I was just kidding. I
know you aren't a … hey, you can't say it can you?" She smirked at Gail.
"You can't say lesbian, can you?"
"Can to," said Gail. "I'm just not one is all."
"Say it, say it, say it," chanted Jenny quietly prodding the other girl.
Gail glanced around nervously, suddenly aware of how she must look. Her
own mother thought she was a prude. These other girls would think she
was that or worse. She couldn't put up with 4 weeks of teasing.
"Lesbian," she whispered to Jenny. "See, I can say it. I'm not a
lesbian, OK?"
"OK," said Jenny still smirking. "Just trying to loosen you up."
Gail looked around the bus, noticing that the girls had mostly paired
off, 6 pairs and 2 singles. The pairs were talking quietly just as she
and Jenny had been. All of the pairs looked like they were the same age.
There were a couple of pairs her age, an older pair (maybe 15), and the
rest looked around 11 or 12. Curious, she looked back over her shoulder
and saw the boys were arranged about the same. They'd paired off nicely
as the bus filled up.
Just then, two more girls boarded the bus and each sat next to a single.
That filled the bus, so a woman in her mid-30s got on the bus, too, and
said, "I'd like to welcome you all to Camp Courage." There were brief
shouts and applause. The woman smiled and said, "Yes, you'll all be
having a very unusual, interesting, and educational experience at camp
this summer. We only have two one-month sessions each summer and you and
your parents have gone through a rigorous selection process to get here.
You know something? The odds of winning the lottery are better than the
odds of being selected for Camp Courage. You're all something special to us.
"I'm Ms. Christopher and I'm one of the counselors at Camp Courage. Now,
please stay seated. We're going to be in the bus only about 20 minutes
before we get to the camp. So, get acquainted with your seatmate. It
looks like everybody has buddied up, so that's great."
Nobody paid much attention to where the bus was taking them. Gail and
Jenny spent the time talking about school and stuff. Gail gradually
became aware that they had entered a pine forest, which made her feel
more like she was going to camp. They'd been on the bus for about 15
minutes when Jenny suddenly said, "Hey, isn't it cool to have boobs?"
Gail looked at her friend in surprise, noticing that the other
13-year-old had pulled her tank top tight, making her small mounds
prominent against the thin fabric. She stared in disbelief at Jenny's
breasts as she realized that she could even make out Jenny's nipples.
"Jenny!" she whispered. "God, anybody could see you."
"No, they couldn't," she whispered back. "The boys aren't even looking
and besides, I'm below the back of the seat." She was right; the seat
shielded her from being seen by boys, girls, and Ms. Christopher. "So,
is it cool or not? Do you like having boobs?"
"Well, it's a little embarrassing sometimes," said Gail. "The boys stare
at them now like they've never seen boobs before."
"Jeez, Gail, that's because they haven't. I mean, they haven't seen them
on girls their own age before and they haven't seen them uncovered…
ever. And so what if they stare. It makes me feel good when they stare
at me. I know they like me."
"I told you boys are just trouble," repeated Gail.
"Oh, you'll be changing your tune soon," said Jenny. "Let me tell you,
once you feel a boy's dick inside you…"
"Jenny!" said Gail, cutting her off quickly. Then, she realized she was
sounding like a prude again. "Have you… ?"
"Yeah," said Jenny with a smirk. "More than once, too. It feels good and
once you do it, you'll love it. Fucking is great." She watched Gail's
reaction and said, "I'll bet you can't say fucking."
"Fucking," said Gail under her breath. Her eyes were defiant as she
proved she wasn't a prude.
Despite Gail's quick response, Jenny could tell she was making Gail
uncomfortable and changed the subject. She didn't want her new friend to
have second thoughts about being her partner. "OK, hey, we must be
almost there. How about whoever sees the camp first gets choice of bunk?"
Gail's sudden craning of her neck to look out the window was tacit
agreement that the game was on. To her dismay, the camp appeared on the
other side of the bus and Jenny saw it first. Well, with just 16 girls
at camp, how bad could second choice of bunk be?
She would have to wait for that answer because as they piled out of the
bus, they were told to pile their bags beside a building and go inside.
Gail left her bag and went into the dining room as the bus pulled out to
take the boys to their camp. The tables had been cleared away and there
was just a circle of chairs. The girls introduced themselves and got the
camp introduction, but still without a mention of activities.
Then, Ms. Christopher announced, "Time for some teaming building and get
acquainted activities, but first everybody to the showers."
Some of the girls seemed surprised at the idea of afternoon showers, but
many of them were looking forward to a cooling shower and a chance to
rinse off the sweat and dust from traveling most of the day. The
facilities were very Spartan and Gail found that just showering was a
get acquainted activity as they all shared the same shower area. Even
Ms. Christopher and the three other girls' counselors joined them in the
shower.
From the shower they were led out of the building into a fenced in
courtyard. Still naked, the girls felt the warmth of the sun on their
entire bodies. A few were self-conscious, but there was no way any one
could see inside the courtyard. "Nothing puts people on equal footing
like being naked," said Ms. Christopher. "This is part of our getting
acquainted session. And, to get everybody's mind off their lack of
clothes, let's do some exercises."
Through jumping jacks, sit-ups, pushups, and other exercises, the girls
did everything but get their minds off their nudity. But, they quickly
started to giggle over their bouncing boobs and other parts of their
anatomy that were getting unusual exposure and exercise. It was a great
ice-breaker. The final exercise had the girls partner up, Gail with
Jenny, sitting on the ground facing each other with their legs spread
and feet touching. By grasping hands, the two could pull each other back
and forth in stretching motions. It also brought a few snickers as the
girls flashed each other quite brazenly.
The short exercise period had served to warm up the girls, but not make
them sweaty. For the next activity, Ms. Christopher handed the pairs of
girls a dog collar, leash, handcuffs, and blindfold. She picked one girl
to lead and the other to follow with the assurance that they would trade
places later. Gail was stuck being the follower for the first round. She
was a little nervous as her hands were cuffed behind her back. "This
will teach you to trust your partner," said Ms. Christopher. Gail had to
agree with that. If she was willing to let a virtual stranger cuff her
hands behind her while she was naked, that took a lot of trust. The
shower and exercises had the desired effect of making her comfortable
with her nudity around the other girls, so she didn't protest. Then, the
collar was placed around her neck and the leash was attached to the
collar. Finally, the blindfold was put over her eyes. Eight girls were
identically blinded and bound while their eight partners held the other
end of the leash.
"Now, your partner is going to lead you around through an obstacle
course. You have nothing to rely on except your partner to make sure
that you make it through successfully without stumbling. Your partner is
not allowed to touch you or speak to you. All she can do is use the
leash to guide you." Gail felt a sense of exhilaration at the challenge.
There was a threat of danger and vulnerability, yet she was in friendly
hands. Then, she felt a tug on her collar and stepped forward to follow
Jenny.
It wasn't hard to figure out what Jenny wanted her to do as she was
guided right and left through, she assumed, some obstacles. Though the
girls weren't allowed to talk, it wasn't quiet as there was constant
giggling going on. An occasional "oops" told her that some of the girls
were not finding it as easy as she was. The final obstacle was a set of
stairs. It was more of a challenge as she felt something block her foot
and had to figure out that she had to step up. Jenny took her up slowly
and she managed it without falling. After four steps, they stopped. She
felt her leash fall down as Jenny let go and waited patiently for Jenny
to remove her blindfold and cuffs so she could have her turn as the leader.
It was only about 15 seconds before she heard one girl say, "Where'd you
go, Sally?" A few second later another said, "You gonna take off my
blindfold or what?" Gail started to become concerned as more seconds
passed. "Jenny?" she asked of the blackness around her. "Hey, guys, this
isn't funny," said a voice a few feet away from her. Gail was starting
to realize that the girls were scattered all over the courtyard as she
heard voices from both sides and in front of her, some more distant than
others.
The girls' anxiety was eased when each felt her partner touch her
shoulder. Gail heard Jenny softly say, "Open wide, I have a goodie for
you." Suddenly feeling silly, Gail felt like she'd failed the test. She
hadn't been able to trust her partner for a mere 60 seconds or so. She
opened her mouth wondering what treat would be inserted. She was
surprised by the size of it. It was round and she thought it was an
apple, but when she tried to bite down, she couldn't. It was in her
mouth too far, but she couldn't push it out either. Jenny was tying a
rope behind her head that seemed to hold the apple in her mouth somehow.
She couldn't speak with the apple in her mouth, but grunted and moaned
her displeasure with the odd feeling.
A few seconds later, Jenny removed Gail's blindfold. The bound girl
blinked in the sudden sunlight and found herself standing on a 4' high
platform. As her eyes adjusted, she saw the other seven girls standing
on seven identical platforms arranged in a circle. There were a series
of surprises, each one building on the other. Jenny and the other
leaders were all dressed now in tight leather pants and leather bikini
tops. Her immediate thought was how unfair it was of them to get dressed
while their partners were still nude. The counselors were dressed the
same way, making her feel like she was on display. From looking at the
other surprised girls, she discovered that the thing in her mouth was a
red rubber ball, not an apple.
The next surprise was when Ms. Christopher said, "Welcome to Camp
Courage, slave bitches. You have been sent here by your parents to learn
discipline and learn the art of sexually pleasing another person. Your
partners have been sent here by their parents to learn how to dominate a
slave." She paced around the circle as she spoke. Around her the girls'
moaned in shock and denial. Who could believe their parents had sent
them here for this?
Gail looked around for a way down from the platform, but the stairs had
been removed. She considered jumping, but with her hands bound, she felt
off balance. She also realized she couldn't open a door, so there was no
place she could run to in the courtyard.
The head counselor stopped in front of one of the bound girls, "Molly
told me that you don't want her to be your partner." She laughed. "Our
little slave girls don't get a choice of who their mistress is, but I'm
sure you'll learn just how displeased Mistress Molly is with you for
insulting her."
Ms. Christopher walked around the circle again. "During most of the
year, we train adults, but in the summer we hold two sessions for young
girls. You can see now why our camp group is small. Not many parents
want their girls to go through this training, but you are the lucky
eight this time." Stopping in front of Gail, the head counselor said,
"Jenny told me you were pumping her for information about the camp.
Maybe you thought there would be swimming and hiking and games? Now you
can see why you didn't know what was planned. Would you have come if you
knew that within an hour of arrival you'd be standing helpless, tied,
and naked waiting for your mistress to give you a command?"
Gail frantically shook her head. There was no way this could be
happening she tried to tell herself. She couldn't speak and now a
trickle of drool ran down her chin. She was embarrassed, humiliated, and
frightened as she stared down at the leering woman. She looked over at
Jenny who was standing slightly behind the counselor. Jenny had a smirk
on her face that made Gail shiver.
"You may doubt that your parents have really placed you in this charm
school for slave girls, but believe me, every one of your parents is
very aware of what is happening and we have their full consent for any
and everything we do to you. Watch," said Ms. Christopher as she waved
her hand at a blank wall.
A picture leaped onto the wall from a hidden projector, showing a naked
couple. "Hi, Irene," said the woman. "Mommy and daddy want you to know
that you're done being a spoiled brat. When you're done with camp,
you'll do everything that we tell you. We're looking forward to watching
you do this to daddy." With that, the woman knelt and sucked her
husband's cock into her mouth. The man said, "So you behave yourself and
pay attention to what they are going to teach you. Mommy is tired of
being my cocksucker and when you get home it will be your job."
One of the girls (Gail assumed it was Irene) was sobbing halfway through
the short movie. She shook her head in disbelief, watching her mother
and father in shock and then looking around the courtyard with wild and
frightened eyes. Gail's attention was drawn to another of her fellow
slaves who had moved to the edge of her platform and looked ready to
jump. One of the counselors moved quickly and was standing right in
front of the girl. "If you jump down from there, you and your bare ass
belong to me," said the woman as she brandished a leather riding crop.
The girl backed away.
One by one each of the girls watched as their parents appeared on the
wall and assured them that this was no mistake. Gail was shocked at the
sight of her parents naked. She had never thought of them in that way
before, but now she could see in no uncertain terms that her father was
well hung and her mother had a great figure. "Gail, honey, your daddy
and I have always been very open about sex, enjoying different partners,
positions, and fetishes. Most of all we like bondage and discipline.
You've been such a prude around the house that we decided the only way
to break you in right is to send you to this camp for a month's worth of
training. We know that when you come back to us, you'll be a hot little
cocksucking, pussy licking sex slave instead of a prudish little girl.
Toby's camp is just like this, so he's getting training, too. When you
get home, the two of you can play together."
Gail held back the tears, but mostly because she was in shock. She was
going to be trained to suck cocks? It was something she hardly even knew
went on. Sure she'd heard stories about it, but she hadn't known whether
to believe them or not. And, Toby. He was just 11. She couldn't picture
him licking their mother. Another chill went down her spine as she
imagined being naked in front of Toby. And him naked in front of her.
Drool was still seeping out of the corner of her mouth. By now it was
down her chin, dripping on her chest and onto the wooden platform under
her. She tried to swallow, but couldn't, then looked around at the other
girls to see that they were in the same plight. Then, Ms. Christopher
called out, "Young mistresses, come with me." She and the eight
mistresses-in-training left the courtyard. The eight slaves were left
with the four other counselors.
For the next hour, Gail stood on her platform, constantly aware of her
nudity. If she moved too close to the edge, one of the counselors
smacked her feet with a leather strap. Eventually she learned that if
she moved even slightly she would get that treatment. One of the
counselors, a slender blond woman named Paula, adopted Gail as the
object of her derision. It started when Paula walked behind the
13-year-old and said, "You got a nice, tight ass there, bitch. Can't
wait to see it spanked." Startled, Gail turned and abruptly felt the
sting of leather on her feet and calves. She quickly learned to simply
take the woman's scornful comments, though she blushed frequently. "I'd
love to suck on those little girl titties of yours," said Paula and Gail
turned red. Another time she said, "We're all gonna watch you lose your
cherry, bitch," and Gail colored again.
When Jenny and the other girls returned, there was a big puddle of drool
underneath each of the girls. The eight mistresses had just received an
hour of training in how to establish control over their slave. Jenny
unfolded the stairs from the back of the platform and climbed up beside
Gail. "I'm going to take out your gag now, Gail bitch," she said.
"That's just so you can swallow your spit instead of messing up the one
place that belongs to you. Don't say a word, understand me, bitch?"
Gail gave Jenny a frightened look and nodded. She didn't being called a
bitch, but there wasn't much she could do about it. As the rope was
untied from behind her head, Gail felt the gag loosen and it popped out
when Jenny pulled on it. She worked her jaw back and forth, "Thank you,
Jenny," she said with a sigh of relief.
No sooner had she spoken those words than Jenny smacked her bare ass
with the riding crop in her hand. Gail jumped and squeaked in pain. "I
told you not to speak, didn't I, bitch?"
Gail nodded frantically.
"When I ask you a direct question, you will answer me. I told you not to
speak, didn't I, bitch?"
"Y-y-yes, Jenny. I'm sorry."
Jenny smacked her again. "Call me mistress and don't tell me you're sorry."
"Yes, mistress," said Gail.
Ms. Christopher tapped Jenny's leg to get her attention. When Jenny bent
down to listen, the head counselor said, "You shouldn't have spanked her
the second time. Do you know why?"
"Yes, Ms. Christopher," said Jenny. Gail was surprised at the authority
in Jenny's voice as she spoke back to her instructor. "The slave had not
received training, um, instruction in how to address me yet. She did not
know better."
"That is correct, Mistress Jenny," said Ms. Christopher. "You'll confuse
the slave if you aren't consistent."
Gail felt a chill at being addressed as if she wasn't even there. It
reminded her of how someone might treat a dog. Her butt was sore and she
was still in shock over the sudden turn of events. Her summer camp was
turning into a summer nightmare. Next to her, a petite blond was arguing
with her mistress and getting repeatedly spanked. It was a test of wills
with the slave's voice rising in anger and then pain until she finally
stopped, only able to sob. The whole time the young mistress showed
remarkable restraint, speaking firmly, but never raising her voice. Now,
she spoke in a quiet, soothing voice as she gently rubbed her slave's
tender, red ass.
A girl across the circle got Gail's attention as she spoke to her
mistress. "I need to go to the bathroom," she said.
"Did I tell you that you could speak?" snapped her mistress, smacking
the poor slave's thighs.
"But, really, you have to let me go to the bathroom, don't you?"
insisted the slave. She was rewarded with several more smacks on her
thighs and buttocks. She pursed her lips in anger and muttered, "I'm
going to pee myself right here, then."
"Don't you dare," said the mistress. "You'll hold it until I decide you
can go to the bathroom. Stand up straight and stop crossing your legs.
You stand there without a sound." The mistress spanked her slave several
times.
Jenny made Gail perform several simple acts. The whole point was to get
the new slave used to following commands, doing exactly what she was
told, but only what she was told. "Hop up and down, turn around, stick
out your tongue, wiggle your butt," said Jenny, delighted in her new
power over this girl. Soon Gail was also feeling the need for a bathroom
break. But, there was no way to communicate that without getting
spanked, so she held her tongue. She figured it couldn't be too much
longer before they got a break. But, she also didn't know how long she
had been standing there tied up.
Gail told herself she was cooperating with her mistress not so much out
of a sense of being a slave, but out of fear of pain. She'd seen what
rebellious girls had received as punishment. Besides, the things she was
being told to do were simple things that weren't worth arguing over.
What she didn't realize was that she was slowly being led down the path
toward slavery, where she'd start performing less enjoyable acts and
where she'd do them simply because her mistress said so.
The slave across from Gail started sobbing again even though her
mistress was standing 10 feet away. It was clear that she was in pain
from her need to pee, but she also wasn't going to say anything.
Suddenly, pee burst from her slit, running down her legs and puddling at
her feet. With an embarrassed gasp, the poor girl started crying more.
She spread her legs, letting the full stream of pee hit the wooden
platform under her and hung her head in shame.
The girl's mistress let her pee for several seconds before she suddenly
snapped, "Stop that at once!" Frightened, the slave stopped. Her
immediate need was passed, though she still had a full bladder. The
mistress bounded up the stairs to her slave and spanked her with five
hard blows, leaving the girl sobbing in pain. Then, she grabbed her
slave by the elbow and said, "Come with me." The two carefully descended
the steps and as they left the courtyard, the mistress said, "We have a
special punishment for bad girls who pee themselves."
The staff of the slave camp had learned long ago that the act of
urinating in public was a demeaning and critical step in slave training.
It was important because it emphasized to the slave that she was at the
mercy of her mistress and even the most basic of bodily functions needed
her permission. Second, it had the effect of making the slave feel like
an animal. When she finally did break down and pee, the slave saw it as
her own fault, her own weakness, and so she humiliated herself in
public. Other humiliating acts would come easier now. So, the new slaves
would stand on their platforms until each of them had embarrassed
themselves by peeing themselves.
Gail was the third to pee. After her spanking, she sobbed that she was
sorry she'd messed her area and received another spanking for the
apology. Led inside, she found what had happened to the other girls.
First, she was allowed a bathroom break. Then, she was tied with her
hands over her head, legs spread, and standing on her tiptoes. It was an
uncomfortable position and she couldn't get relief no matter what she
tried. She hung there until the last girl came in, an hour later.
In the quiet of that hour, she had time to think. She desperately wanted
to try to talk to her way out of this predicament, but that was not
allowed. She made plans of escape, but all of them required mobility,
which she was denied at the moment. Her stomach started to tell her it
was lunchtime, but there was no mention of lunch. When Jenny and the
other girls returned though, they talked about the wonderful meal they'd
just enjoyed, never once even suggesting that the slaves might be hungry
as well.
One of the slaves ventured a question, "When do we get to eat?"
"Kim, you bitch!" said her mistress, striding purposefully across the
room and whipped her errant slave. "Now I have to go first. If you can't
keep your mouth shut, then…" She stuffed a ball gag into Kim's mouth,
leaving the slave whimpering. Gail figured Kim was about 11 years old
based on the fact that she had no tits or hair on her pussy. She felt
sorry for the younger girl.
It was about that time that the last slave peed herself and was brought
in to join the rest. They were forced to drink a quart of water each.
The camp staff knew it was important to keep the girls hydrated. The
slaves could only think about how much they would have to pee soon.
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