Camp Clear Lake Hell CampChapter 1
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When lunch was over the boys were taken down to the lake by Todd and Paul. Mr. Moore sent Rodney back to the office. The kitchen staff was hard at work cleaning up in the back. As soon as the room had cleared out Mr. Moore plugged the television back in but left it in the corner. He ordered Joni and me to pull up a couple of chairs.
In a timid, pleading voice, Joni said, "Please, Mr. Moore. I don't want to see this again. I've done everything you asked of me. I promise I'll be good."
Mr. Moore smiled and said, "Sorry, Joni. It's part of your mandatory orientation. Think of it as a refresher."
Mr. Moore put a DVD in the player and turned the television on. He stood behind us and as the show started he said, "Lara, this is what happens to girls that break the rules, disobey an order or cause problems. Joni probably mentioned this to you. I seem to remember that it had a lasting effect on her when she saw it last year. I suggest that you pay close attention. It can save you from doing something stupid and then wishing very much that you hadn't."
There was just a view of a barn. There were no people, no animals, no sounds, nothing but the sound of birds in the background and dogs barking somewhere. I saw Joni shudder. I knew something was going to happen. And I was pretty sure that I didn't want to see it. Not if it was going to have this effect on Joni and motivate me to do every nasty thing they ordered me to do for the next six weeks.
I heard a vehicle coming up off camera. It sounded like a truck or a bus. The camera slowly turned to face the driveway. There were two buses parked there. They were the buses that the camp used to transport the kids in.
The doors opened and kids started getting off and milling around. There were probably close to a hundred boys altogether. They ranged in age from about thirteen, though some looked like they could have been a little younger, up to eighteen, though again, some looked much older. I'm assuming that the boys were a collection of boys from all three sections of the camp since there were so many of them and there was such a wide age range.
Once all the boys were out the two drivers got out. I recognized Todd. I didn't know the other man.
The boys stood around for a few minutes before a pickup truck drove up and parked. It was one of those king cab trucks. Four people got out of the truck. One was Mr. Moore. I didn't recognize the other three.
I did, however, recognize the young woman standing in the bed with her back to the cab of truck. Her arms were stretched wide and she was tied up to a light bar across the back of the truck cab as if she was on a cross. It was Cathy Grant!
Cathy was another of my good friends. She was naked and she looked nearly hysterical. Through her tears she was apologizing loudly to Mr. Moore and promising to do everything she was told from that moment on.
Her very real terror was disturbing. But what made it so much worse were the smiles of anticipation on the faces of everyone else. It was obvious that there was nothing she could have said to avoid whatever fate awaited her.
Mr. Moore signaled to two of the larger boys. They hurried over and he gave them some instructions. I watched them jump up into the back of the truck and untie her. She would have collapsed if they hadn't supported her. It seemed strange to see my beautiful, petite blonde friend, naked between two large young black men. They lifted her up and over the side of the truck. Todd and another man took her arms and led her into the barn. The camera followed.
There were no animals in the barn. There was only a bench in the middle of the floor. Cathy was carried to the bench and strapped down on her back. The bench was just long enough to support her back. Her head hung down and she was exposed and vulnerable, just like Joni and I had been on the table in the mess hall.
But there were two of us and we had been raped by only twenty-four kids. And most of them had been younger kids who were not very well hung and had hair triggers. It was obvious that Cathy's situation was much more dire.
As soon as Cathy was secure the boys and the men all gathered around. But the rapes that I expected to see didn't start right away. First, Mr. Moore began to whip her exposed flesh. It looked like he was using the same riding crop that he had beaten me with. He slashed it across her body with all of his might.
It was horrifying to watch. He hit her everywhere. But he seemed to concentrate on her breasts and the area around her vagina. It was truly brutal. I couldn't believe she didn't pass out. Her heartrending screams were making my hair stand on end.
The cruel bastard even stood between her legs and brought the crop straight down on her exposed vulva several times. It went on and on and I think the only reason that he stopped was that he was worn out. He handed the crop to Todd. Then he pulled his cock out, lifted her long slender legs and pressed them down against her breasts and raped her brutally, forcing his large cock into her unlubricated ass.
Her screams had begun to die down just before he stopped beating her. But when he started slamming his cock into her dry, unprepared ass she screamed so loudly that it hurt my ears.
He came rather quickly I thought. I gather that he really enjoyed beating that poor woman. For him that was foreplay. After he moved away the other five adults took turns raping her. It looked like most of them raped her pussy. One raped her throat, but he apparently didn't cum there. He waited until the others had fucked her and then he finished up in her ass.
The men stood back and Mr. Moore announced to the large group of kids they had bused in, "Boys, she's all yours. We have all day. Keep fucking the bitch until you can't get it up anymore. No holes are off limits. Have fun."
The adults all left, except for the man operating the camera, if that was an adult. The kids swarmed over her like army ants. Most of them had taken their clothes off while the adults were raping her. Cathy was now surrounded by naked males with raging hard ons. It was soon obvious that hurting her was just as much a part of the fun as fucking her.
We were forced to watch until it was obvious that Cathy was all but catatonic. She no longer cried out when they raped her or when they pinched her nipples or bit her flesh until they left ugly red marks. She grunted occasionally, but that was her only reaction to the violence they were inflicting on her delicate body.
The screen went to black for a moment. Then, in large red letters the words, "seven hours later..." flashed across the screen.
The screen came to life again. Cathy was still stretched out on the bench. But the straps holding her in place were gone. Mr. Moore was bent over her, speaking softly. She was covered with cum. It was everywhere. Her eyes opened when she heard Mr. Moore's voice. But it didn't look like she understood his words at first. She had a dazed look on her face and a vacant look in her eyes.
She wasn't even crying any longer. I was. Joni was. But Cathy looked like she was out of her mind.
I saw Mr. Moore come around from behind us. I had been so caught up in the horrors I was watching on the screen that I had forgotten all about him! He stood beside Joni. His erect cock was sticking straight out of his pants. He moved closer until the tip of it rested on her lips. She opened her mouth and started sucking gently. She started to turn her head to face him but he said, "No, dear. You two keep watching."
So she sucked on two or three inches of his cock and the three of us watched the scene of horror that was continuing to unfold on the big screen television.
I couldn't hear what Mr. Moore was saying to Cathy. But she finally seemed to be listening to him. I saw her nod her head.
Mr. Moore stepped back and Cathy struggled to get off of the bench. She had no strength left and it didn't look for a moment like she was going to be able to get up without help.
Mr. Moore had a solution for that. He moved closer once more and suddenly his arm went up and he slashed that riding crop down across her red, bruised breasts. Her mouth opened as if to scream. But no sound came out. I thought for a moment that she had passed out from the pain.
But he raised that riding crop again and she rolled off of the bench and fell hard on the rough wooden floor. She struggled up onto her hands and knees and scrambled to turn and face Mr. Moore. She bent down and licked his shoes for a moment.
He smiled down at her. He had broken her and it was plain to see just how exciting that was for him. He stuck his riding crop in her face and she cringed. But he snapped an order and this time the camera picked up his words.
"You stupid cunt! You got cum all over my favorite riding crop. Clean that up!"
Cathy quickly licked his riding crop clean.
Mr. Moore straightened up and stared down at her for a minute, gloating. He quietly said, "You have one last task, Cathy, one more punishment. If you do this one thing you can go back to your cabin and wake up tomorrow and go back to serving the boys as if this never happened. Are you ready?"
Cathy moaned. She was crying rather hard again. But she seemed lucid. She was a changed woman. But she was lucid. Through her tears she quietly answered, "Yes, sir."
He nodded and two boys rushed forward and moved the bench out of the way. Mr. Moore stepped back and one of the men I hadn't recognized from the pickup truck came into the picture leading a large dog that was straining at his leash to get at Cathy.
I gasped and turned my head away. I had forced myself to watch all of the horrible things that they had done to my friend. But I couldn't watch this. I just couldn't.
Or at least I didn't think I could. Mr. Moore chuckled and said, "Lara ... if you don't watch this to the end you will be next."
I was terrified for myself now. I turned my head back and looked at the screen. I was certain that I was going to vomit any moment now. My stomach was turning and my body kept shuddering violently as I watched that beast begin his assault on poor Cathy.
The man had dropped the leash when he was several feet away. The dog was so anxious to close with her that he almost knocked her over when the man released him. He began sniffing and then licking the cum from her body. His eyes seemed to glow he was so excited. He danced all around her. He must have been driven half crazy with lust because of the smell of all that fresh cum on her. He licked her face and her ass and between her legs. He kept going around and around, licking her everywhere and whining excitedly.
The second time that the dog started licking her face I heard Mr. Moore order Cathy to kiss him back. I watched as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to meet the dog's large tongue. She gagged uncontrollably, but she obeyed.
I started gagging, too. I was sure now that I was going to vomit. But I heard Mr. Moore quietly warn me, "Go ahead, Lara. Go ahead and make me mad."
I glanced over at the look of anticipation on his face. I also saw the look of terror on Joni's face. She was still sucking gently on his cock. But she was staring straight ahead at the television.
I turned my attention back to the screen just as the dog moved back around Cathy and, after licking her ass and her pussy for another minute or so he jumped up on her back. He started humping her long before his cock was anywhere near her.
I caught sight of his cock as he was working his way up her back. I thought that what was about to happen to her was the most disgusting thing I could imagine. But it looked like the dog had a very small cock and I was relieved for her on that account.
I was about to learn a lesson I didn't want to learn about the sex lives of dogs.
The dog was finally in position over her but I noticed just before his blind stabs found her vagina that his cock had grown incredibly large. It looked larger than Mr. Moore's cock now. It was long and fat and pink. But the dog was moving so fast that I had trouble accurately judging its size.
Cathy's head had been hanging down despondently as she waited for the dog to take her and get it over with. But when his cock entered her, her head shot up, her eyes bulged out and it looked like every muscle in her body tensed up.
She screamed again when the dog's cock entered her. It was an animal like scream, not of pain but of pure despair that broke my heart. She didn't move for several long moments as the animal slammed his cock into her. But then she screamed again, even louder.
Mr. Moore chuckled and explained, "That scream was from the pain she experienced when the beast's large knot entered her. See him shuddering? He's filling her with cum now."
The dog had stopped moving. He seemed to be resting his weight on her back and just relaxing while his cum shot into Cathy. But he wasn't just lying there. His body was quivering almost constantly.
Cathy had begun to chant something that I couldn't understand at first. But when I finally realized what she was saying I couldn't even breathe for a moment. Over and over she just kept repeating, "Somebody kill me. Somebody please kill me."
I didn't know how I was going to be able to face Cathy when I got home ... if I survived this horrible rape camp. I didn't understand something, though. I had known Cathy for years. I don't remember her going away for six weeks. So this must have been filmed before I met her. She seemed perfectly normal now. How could she have gone through what I have been watching and returned to a normal life?!
She was divorced, though. Could the events that took place here be the reason for her marriage falling apart?
My vision had been turned inward as I pondered that mystery. I was still staring at the screen, but I wasn't really seeing it. Not until she screamed again. I focused on the television just as Mr. Moore explained, "That was the dog pulling his knot out of her pussy after he was through filling her cunt with dog cum."
The dog was led away and everyone followed Cathy as she made her way out of the barn on her hands and knees. She was ordered into a trough and made to clean the cum from her body in the cold, dirty water. When she finally climbed back out, someone tossed her a dirty burlap feed sack to dry off with.
She dried off as well as she could and two of the larger boys dragged her into their bus for the ride back to camp. I doubt if it was a pleasant bus ride. Not for Cathy anyway. A lot of those boys looked like they had enjoyed the show a little too much.
The screen went to black then. That was the end of the DVD, thankfully. I don't know how Cathy could have stood it, because I couldn't stand to watch another minute of it.
I turned to face Mr. Moore. He was unbuckling his belt. He dropped his pants and then pulled his cock out of Joni's mouth long enough to push his underwear down. He put his cock back into her mouth and ordered me to kneel behind him and eat his ass while Joni sucked his cock.
I had never performed such a disgusting task. I had never heard of anyone doing something like that and it never occurred to me that people might. But I was just as broken as Cathy was. I knew that I could never survive what I had just watched them do to her.
I moved quickly into position behind Mr. Moore and buried my face in the crack of his ass. I felt around with my tongue until I found his anus and began to do everything I could to please it. He groaned loudly and from that I had to assume that he was pleased.
The sounds from the wet sloppy blowjob that Joni was giving him got louder and a few minutes later I felt his ass clamp down on my tongue as he shot his cum into her mouth.
Joni and I both remained in position until he pushed us away. We helped him pull his pants up and he said, "I think you girls got the right message from your orientation. As soon as you take care of Mr. Meggett I want you to go down to the lake and see what you can do to help out Todd and Paul."
I didn't know who the hell Mr. Meggett was. But I turned around and there was the cook with his pants down and his hard cock in his hand. As Mr. Moore moved away the cook said, "Don't move, ladies."
He took Mr. Moore's place, except that he was facing the other direction. I placed my lips around the head of his cock and began sliding them down his hard shaft while Joni began eating him out from behind. It was a disgusting chore, for both of us. But it became apparent that there was a benefit. It seemed to be over much more quickly when we did it this way.
In only three or four minutes the cook pulled my face tight to his stomach. His cock was buried in my throat and I felt it throbbing as he came down my throat. Joni and I helped him pull his pants back up.
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