Paul Gable - Summer camp in slavery

"This is a weird place," Kathy Endicott said to her best friend, Matt, rubbing her slender fingers over her goose fleshed arms. Her bikini bottoms were snugging up sexily against her fuzzy unplowed cunt.

"Yeah, real weird! You know, I think some of the camp counselors are doing it you know, really fucking when they go to lights out around here," Marie whispered, giggling as she peered mischievously over her heart-shaped sunglasses.

"Marie!"

"Well, get off your high horse, lady," Marie said mockingly, narrowing her eyes. "Who was the one talking about Bill all the time, wondering if he was hung like a horse or not?"

"Oh, that was different," Kathy said, barely able to keep a level tone in her voice.

"How? Guys are guys at least, where that's concerned."

"I don't wanna talk about it," Kathy said, feeling her cunt start to tighten up all over again. She couldn't control herself any more. Maybe she was turning into a bad girl. Her mother kept talking about that all the time. It frightened the young blonde.

Marie sat cross-legged in front of the long log cabin for several minutes in silence. Behind them, they both could hear the steady chatter of the other girls as they prepared themselves for bed.

"Why don't we sneak out and find out what's going on?" Marie finally suggested, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Kathy put one hand to her heart, feeling her tender cunt bloom, with arousal. The thought of spying on some people doing it made her tremble. She wanted to say no to her friend, but found the word freezing in her mouth. Marie was already standing up, pulling Kathy from the pound while looking nervously about to see if anyone was spying on them.

"Why don't we wait?" Kathy whispered, picking her way carefully through the field that lay between the camp site and the surrounding pine forest.

"Then it'll be too dark and we'll have to spend the night in the woods. You want tat?"

Kathy wasn't sure now she wanted this. But she had already committed herself. Weeds caught at her heels as both girls scrambled quickly through the open and ducked finally into the edge of the woods.

"There's some abandoned cabins around here some place. I'll bet that's where they do it," Marie whispered, ducking her head to avoid a low-hanging branch.

Kathy walked more slowly, carefully putting her feet down on the thick carpeting of leaves. They had walked for some distance when Marie suddenly tripped on a half-hidden log, falling flat on her face. Kathy felt her hair stand on end, watching her friend double over while holding her ankle and moaning in pain.

"What is it?" Kathy gasped, rushing to the girl.

"My ankle. I think I twisted it oooh!" They were halfway between the camp and and God only knew where. Marie was bigger than Kathy. Kathy would never be able to help her back to the camp. Besides, there would be all those questions. Looking up, she spotted a clearing ahead. Maybe someone was there who could help them back.

"I'm going for help," Kathy muttered, ignoring Marie's objections and racing off toward the clearing.

When she gone to the edge, Kathy stopped, stooping very low and studying the three cabins below in the small valley. Lights were on in one of them, two cars parked just beyond the north side. Kathy thought she recognized one of the cars and hesitated to descend to the valley, remembering what Matt had told her about some of the counselors fucking around.

But her friend was up there in pain. Biting her lower lip, she slipped down the side of the small hill, keeping clear of the front door, and large window. Curling her fists, she was about to rap on the glass when she heard a sound that chilled her blood.

"Ooooh that's right oh God, it hurts! Fuck me, fuck!"

Kathy flushed, feeling herself grow moist in her pussy, glowing. The window was cracked open and the curtains badly pulled together. By pressing her forehead against the cool glass, she could see inside what was obviously the bedroom. There, rolling around on the bed, was Ted, the lead instructor, stripped naked and roped in an odd way. She was whimpering with lust, straining against her bindings that cut into her flesh. At first it appeared she was alone. Then Kathy saw a tall, thick-muscled man stride in front of the window, holding something in one hand.

"You want this?"

"No! No!"

"C'mon, baby, you like leather. You always did."

Kathy could see it was a belt, doubled up, snapping against his thighs. He was wearing his Levi's, his chest stripped bare, glistening with sweat. She couldn't see his face, but had no doubt he was one of the boys' counselors. Taxi was still whimpering, her nose flaring, ha thighs ridged with lust while she bounced her naked ass against the squeaking bed. The man had tied her wrists and ankles together behind her back, securing them with several pieces of rope. It was impossible for the perky brunette to do anything but roll around helplessly on the bed while the man stalked her.

"No!"

Terri's eyes widened, her forehead wrinkling with fear as he cocked his hand up, the belt unfurling. Kathy covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes rounding as she watched the black leather snap in the air, then come crashing down hard against Terri's sides. The counselor shrieked, her body shivering and jerking as if someone had touched a live wire to it! Kathy blinked her eyes clear, seeing a long red mark appearing on Terri's right side. The man cocked his arm once more, snapping the belt in the air, then bringing it down on the woman's tummy. Terri shrieked a second time, shaking her head, her chestnut-colored hair splashing over her face.

"Aghhh!"

"Scream all you want, bitch! Nobody's gonna hear you out here."

"No, noooo!"

The belt came down a third time, slashing across her belly, the cross-crossing that blow with a fourth. Terri rolled with some difficulty onto her belly, whimpering helplessly, tugging at the bonds cutting into her skin. Kathy could see the marks the rope was leaving in her flesh. But there was something in the girl's voice, something that told Kathy all this wasn't completely pain. Ted was enjoying this, reveling in her agony, silently begging this man for more torture. The thought made the teen's head reel with complete confusion.

"Nice ass, real nice."

He reached down and grabbed a fistful of assflesh, squeezing it hard until he made the girl squeal with pain. Several times he backhanded her ass, making the cheeks jiggle against one another and redden with the blows. He was jabbing one finger into her ass-crack, moving his hand around, making the girl moan louder and louder until she finally screamed out something incoherent.

Kathy shivered again. He was fucking a finger up Terri's asshole! She knew it! He was jabbing that thing into her bowels, making the counselor shriek in pain and shame!

"Yeah, maybe I oughta fuck you in the ass! Yeah, stick my ten-incher into your asshole! That'd get you going real fast!"

"No, no, don't uhhhh!"

He brought the belt down hard against her ass-cheeks, the black leather hissing into her flesh like a buffing poker. Ted screamed, chewing the pillow in front of her, her legs pulling desperately against the ropes holding them to her arms. She tried wriggling away a second time. But the belt slashed down between her asscheeks, yanking her asshole open with the tip.

Kathy stood there, feeling her knees buckling from under her. She was watching something very private, something very sick, she felt. The girl thought about slipping away. No one would know she had been there. She could go back to Marie and help her friend back at least, try to. But some force kept Kathy glued to the scene, her cunt throbbing and hungry, the lips filling itchy with blood and folding over one another while her nipples stood up and scratched maddeningly against her bra cups.