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It was nearly twenty minutes before she returned to the room. In the interim I had found that it wasn't just our clothing that was missing. Our cell phones had been taken. That was kind of a waste. They didn't even get a signal out here. Joni's car keys were gone. The only things that they had left us were our toiletries, these towels that weren't large enough to adequately cover us, our shoes, and our birth control pills!
When she returned, Joni was carrying her large bottle of mouthwash. She went over to the refrigerator and made us both a drink, stirring in a generous amount of her mouthwash. She came over to my bed and handed me one of the cups. She saw the look on my face. She smiled wryly and explained, "It's rum. I learned that little trick from Debra last year. Drink it. It will help."
I took the paper cup and took a sip. I could definitely taste the rum. What Joni had just said finally sank in and I looked up suddenly. In disbelief I exclaimed, "Debra... ? Not Debra Watson?!"
Joni blushed and nodded. She took another long drink and then she said, "Yeah. She was brought here by Tina Greene. Donna Jeffers brought Tina. I don't know how far back it goes or how long it has been going on."
I knew all of those women! I was friends with them! I couldn't believe that any of them would do what Joni had just done to me! Not at first.
But then, aided, I suppose, by the rum, I calmed down and started to think about it in real world terms. Could I really be forced to trick another woman, a friend, into coming up here? Could I lead another woman into this trap knowing she would be raped?
If it was a choice between that and having my life destroyed, losing my husband, losing my job, being ostracized from my community and my relatives, could I do this to another woman?
My marriage, my husband, meant everything to me. I like to think that I am a strong, self sufficient, honorable and moral person. But so were those women who preceded me in this hell camp.
Joni gulped down her drink and made us each another. She brought mine over to me and, indicating the foot of my bed, she asked, "May I?"
I nodded. I moved over to give her more room and she sat down beside me. We didn't speak for a few minutes. Finally she sighed and said, "We need to talk. It's worse than you think."
I shuddered at the despair in her voice. How could it possibly be worse than I think?!
I was about to find out.
There were tears flowing down Joni's cheeks again. But she was crying quietly now, not those heart rending hysterical sobs she had been experiencing earlier. I reached over and picked up a tissue from my nightstand and handed it to her. She thanked me, wiped her eyes, blew her nose and took another drink. She said once more, "I'm so sorry, Lara. I didn't pick you. They told me I had to get you up here, or else..."
I asked, "How did they know about me? I don't know any of those people."
She shook her head and said, "I don't know. Debra told me that they told her she had to get me for them. Someone in town must be giving them our names. It must be someone that knows us. We are all in the same circle of friends. I just don't know. They don't explain."
She took another drink and then wiped her eyes again. She cleared her throat and said, "In case you haven't already figured it out, we won't be allowed to wear clothing until we leave here six weeks from now."
I felt a shock run through me. No, I hadn't figured that out! I didn't know what was going on. But I didn't think it possible that they would want us parading around in the nude with twenty-four teenage boys in camp!
She was watching my face. When I looked up she was staring at me, giving my brain time to process that information and waiting for me to start listening again. When she saw that she had my attention she said, "The boys will all get to fuck us, too. Not right away. Not in the first three weeks. For the first three weeks only the adults can fuck us. But we have to give at least six of the boys oral sex every day. The trouble is, no one keeps track. You can count on spending most of the day sucking cocks, especially the first week or two. And they can touch us and humiliate us as much as they want ... and they will. They enjoy the hell out of it of course ... what boy wouldn't?!"
"Mr. Moore and Todd and Paul are in charge. I don't know about Rodney. He wasn't here last year. I suppose we have to take orders from him, too. But we have to do what anyone tells us for the next six weeks. The first few weeks are the worst. They will be hell. Those kids are like ... like horny teenage boys with almost no limits. There will hardly be a time when you don't have boys feeling you up or demanding that we do something degrading ... or making us have sex with each other while they watch."
"Most nights we won't get to sleep alone. One or more of the seven men that raped us tonight will come in for a while. It isn't unusual for one of them to spend the night with us. But the worst part is during the day when those boys have almost free rein. And of course it will get a lot worse in the second three weeks when they can finally fuck us."
"Lara, this is very, very important. You have to do what they say. If you don't..."
She couldn't go on for a moment. She started sobbing loudly again and said, "Oh god! If you don't..."
She couldn't even say it! I don't know what it was they did to terrify her like that. But it must have been truly horrible. She shuddered and finally just whispered, "I can't even say it. Please, Lara. Do what they say. If you don't obey them you'll regret it for the rest of your life. You can't even imagine what they can do to you if you don't obey them. Those men smile and they act friendly. But they are monsters ... all of them!"
I sat there, sipping on the strong drink she had given me. My mind was spinning. How could this be happening to me?! What would it be like tomorrow ... and the day after that ... for six long weeks! How could I possibly do this?! I couldn't. I knew that I couldn't.
Whatever the horrible fate that so terrified Joni, that fate was my only option. I couldn't possibly do the things that Joni said I would have to do starting tomorrow. I could not be a sex toy for an entire camp full of black boys and seven black men. That wasn't even a possibility!
Joni must have seen the stubborn look coming over my face. She nearly screamed, "Are you not listening to me!! You have to do what they say. If you don't they will hurt you and humiliate you and degrade you worse than you can even imagine. And when they are done you will do what they want anyway."
"They can make you beg to be raped. We are trapped here. They are bigger than we are and they are stronger. There are more of them. You are going to do what they want. We all do. And by the time you leave here they will have hours and hours of recordings of them fucking your face and your pussy and your ass. They will have hours of you and I eating each other out. You will ... we will do everything they tell us to do. The only decision you have to make is how much pain you are willing to suffer through before you finally surrender. It's all the same to them. They would just about rather beat you than fuck you anyway. It just turns them on that much more for when they finally fuck you."
She started crying loudly again. She buried her face in her hands and through her tears she kept repeating, "We all do," like a tantric chant.
I wanted to yell at her to shut up. But she seemed more fragile than I was at the moment. Of course, she had been through this already. She knew what it was going to be like out there tomorrow. She had spent six weeks in this rustic little camp being raped repeatedly. And she had been so intimidated, so broken, that she had allowed them to order her to come back for six more weeks of rape and humiliation!
Joni finally got up and went to her own bed. I dropped my towel. It didn't cover much anyway. I slid under the covers. Joni turned the light off and for most of what little remained of the night I stared into the dark and tried to remember what had happened to me tonight.
I hated the idea that I had been raped. But for some reason, the idea that there were so many traumatic hours of my life that I couldn't remember at all bothered me. And besides, I couldn't bear to think about what was going to happen when the sun came up and I would have to step out of this cabin in the nude and face those boys. Trying to remember what had been done to me tonight took my mind off of what was going to happen in the morning.
I don't think I got any sleep at all. Suddenly it was seven o'clock. Joni's alarm went off and it was time to get up. Joni and I took turns taking another quick shower. We made our beds and waited around until the last possible moment to step outside.
The noise from the other side of the partition as our young charges prepared for the day was constant. Our first task of the day was to inspect the dorm before breakfast and make sure it was picked up and clean and the beds were made. I still didn't think that I could do this. I didn't think that I could make my legs take me out through our door and around to the other end of the building. I couldn't even imagine walking into that dorm with twelve young boys waiting anxiously for us to enter their room in the nude.
It isn't that Joni had not adequately conveyed the importance of doing what I had to do for the next six weeks. But although I am not a prude, I am a reasonably conservative young woman. I don't think that there is an exhibitionistic bone in my body. I'm still a little uncomfortable being naked in front of my husband!
I sat on the side of my bed and whispered to Joni, "I can't do this."
As soon as those words were out of my mouth our door opened suddenly, startling the hell out of me. Mr. Moore came swaggering in as if he owned the place. I guess, as far as we were concerned he did. He had that bright, cheerful smile on his face that seemed to be his only expression. It was obvious that he was enjoying the hell out of this.
As soon as I saw him I covered my breasts and my pubic area as much as possible with my arms. He looked at me, obviously amused. I realized that after all that I had been through last night it was silly. I had no secrets from this monster. So, although I felt incredibly self-conscious, I slowly lowered my arms to my sides.
He looked at me and then at Joni and asked, "Is there a problem, ladies? You have things to do. It's time to get started. We didn't bring you all the way up here just to fuck you all night long. You have responsibilities."
Joni shook her head to indicate that there was no problem and that she was ready. But I shook my head and said, "I don't think that I can do this!"
He just smiled and said, "Our girls always have a hard time the first day. I've learned over the years that the best way to handle that is to make it easier to go out and do what you have to do than it is to stay in your cabin."
As Mr. Moore came closer I heard Joni whisper, "Lara, please."
Before I even knew what had happened I felt a sudden burning pain explode across the tops of my breasts. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life! I opened my mouth to scream but before a sound came out I saw his arm move so fast that it was a blur and the horrible pain was repeated. I finally got my muscles to move and was able to cover my breasts.
I looked up at his face in shock and I managed to scream, "Stop it!! What in the hell are you doing?!!"
I saw in that bastard's eyes that he had really enjoyed what he had just done. He held up the riding crop that he had slashed at my breasts with and said, "I have found that this works well for modest attitude adjustments. But we have more severe treatments if the condition persists. Are you still of the opinion that you cannot do your job, Lara?"
I slowly took my hands away from my breasts and looked down, afraid of what I might see. I was surprised that there was no blood. There were two bright pink stripes forming a narrow X across the tops. One end of one of one of the stripes overlapped the areola around my right nipple and it burned like it was on fire.
I looked back up at him in shock and exclaimed, "You hit me! You hit my breasts!"
He chuckled and replied, "No, you stupid cunt. I didn't hit you. I whipped you. And those are not breasts. Those are tits. For the next six weeks you don't have breasts or a vagina or an anus. You have tits and a cunt and an asshole. You are just a fuck toy. That was what you were brought here for."
He glanced at his watch and said, "I guess we can be a few minutes late this morning."
He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and began to pull.
I screamed and reached for his wrist. Not so much to remove his hand, I knew I couldn't. But to keep from having my hair pulled out of my scalp by the roots. He pulled me up by my hair, ignoring my weak struggles, and pushed me to my knees at his feet. He grinned down at me and said, "Let's see if you remember what you learned about sucking a cock last night."
He opened the front of his khaki shorts and pushed his shorts and his underwear down to about mid-thigh. His large black cock was right in my face. I stared at it in shock.
I was drugged when they raped me last night. I didn't remember any of it. I remember that when I regained consciousness I had been in a lot of pain. I know that I had a sore throat and from that I could assume that someone had forced a cock into my throat. But there was no way I could do that while I was conscious!
His cock was slightly larger than my husband's. It may have looked even larger than it really was because it was so incredibly black and so threatening. I looked up at his happy, smiling face. He was watching me, reveling in his power over me.
He continued to stare at me as he said to Joni, "Get over here, bitch. This stupid cunt doesn't have a clue. Help her out."
Joni whispered, "Yes, sir," and hurried to my side. She dropped to her knees and began to instruct me on the subject of sucking a cock.
It wasn't like this was the first time I had ever sucked a cock. I frequently did it for my husband. I even kind of liked it. I loved how excited he got when I did it for him. I didn't even mind when he would cum in my mouth. It kind of turned me on, though I couldn't say why. The taste left a lot to be desired. I guess if I had to give someone a reason I would say that I like doing it because I love him so much.
But I had never taken a cock in my throat. At least I never took one in my throat until last night. I have to assume that was the cause of my sore throat when I came out from under the influence of whatever mind numbing drug they had forced Joni to slip me in my drink.
Joni put her head near mine and began to talk to me softly. She told me to kiss his hard cock and then lick it. I couldn't believe that I was going to do this! But I did. The burning pain that was radiating from my breasts provided a lot of incentive.
I leaned forward slightly and kissed the tip of his cock. His musky aroma filled my senses. I tried to keep my mind blank. I stuck my tongue out and licked all around the head of his cock. I kept it up until Joni said, "Okay, now wet your lips and press them together tightly."
I followed her instructions. She seemed to know what he expected from me. She reached up and put her hand on my shoulder and said, "That's right. Now, press your lips against the head of his cock and slowly push down. Let his cock slide into your mouth as if it was entering your pu ... your cunt. Let it slide into your mouth and across your tongue. As it enters your mouth and your lips slide slowly down the shaft, try to swallow. You can't swallow with a big cock in your mouth. But when you try your throat thinks you are trying to swallow something and you don't gag."
I was mindlessly, though reluctantly, following her directions. I felt my mouth filling up with thick black cock. I struggled to swallow and she was right. I couldn't. But when the head of his cock reached the back of my throat I didn't gag.
I always gagged!
I started to pull back slowly and when she saw his cock coming back out of my mouth, Joni said, "No! That's not right. When you get the head of his cock at the back of your throat you have to apply pressure until it slips into your throat. It's hard at first. But you did it last night. You can do it. I saw you do it."
I started sliding my lips back down Mr. Moore's cock shaft. I remembered to swallow. And just like the first time, when the head of his cock reached the back of my throat I didn't gag.
But when I tried to force it into my throat it absolutely would not go. I struggled and then I struggled harder when I saw him begin to tap his thigh with that fucking riding crop he was still carrying.
But it just wouldn't enter my throat. I drew back and tried again. Still it wouldn't go. I was just about to give up when I felt his hands on my head. He held me in place and suddenly thrust forward with his hips. The pain was unbelievable! But it went. The head of his cock suddenly slipped past the entrance to my throat. It continued sliding down, another two or three inches until my lips were spread wide around the thick base of his cock.
He held me in place with his cock in my throat and I started to panic. I began to struggle but Joni's words finally sank in. She was urgently pointing out that I could breathe. I just had to relax and breathe through my nose.
I stopped struggling and tried it. It wasn't easy. His fat cock was constricting my airway. But I could breathe.
He held me like that for a very long time before he said, "You should be used to it by now. Let's see you do it on your own."
I drew back until only the tip of his cock was in my mouth and then slid my lips back down his shaft. I could swear that it was getting thicker! I swallowed and pressed down when his cock reached the entrance to my throat. It wouldn't go at first. I saw him lifting his riding crop and I knew that if I didn't succeed he was going to beat me. The fear of that crop turned out to be all the motivation I needed.
His cock popped into my throat again and I held it with my lips around the base once more. The next few attempts were still difficult, but it seemed to get a little easier each time I did it.
I kept it up for a long time. I was quickly becoming exhausted and I was about to give up. It didn't seem like he was ever going to cum. But he finally grabbed my head in both of his strong hands again and he began pumping his hips. He was fucking my mouth just like a pussy, taking several violent and very painful strokes before he tensed up and started cumming down my throat.
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