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I didn't even hear the alarm in the morning. When I awoke, Joni had already showered. She woke me up in time to take another shower. I was surprised to find that most of the aches and pains were gone. My stomach was still tender, as if I had been punched in the stomach yesterday. But it was just a twinge, not enough that it would keep me from another long day of rape.
I took a shower and brushed my teeth and hair. We put our sandals on and went around to check on our dorm. We knew the kids were already up. We could hear them through the wall.
They behaved differently this morning. I don't know if it was because Mr. Moore wasn't with us or because they had spent a large portion of yesterday groping us and making us suck their cocks. They were much less reserved this morning.
They let us do our jobs. We managed to inspect the beds and the bathroom. Everything was as it should be. Deshane was in charge in the absence of a counselor and he apparently didn't take any shit from anyone. He made sure the other kids made their beds and cleaned up the bathroom after they were done using it.
But after we did our inspection this morning, getting groped freely as we went from bed to bed, we were stopped coming out of the bathroom by Deshane and Radd, another of the older kids.
Deshane said, "Looks like we got finished early this morning, cunt. Breakfast isn't for another ten minutes yet. That's enough time for a little show."
The two boys ordered us to lie on the floor in the middle of the dorm and eat each other out. So much for taking it easy on me as Deshane promised. But then, this was easier than sliding my mouth up and down his massive cock.
I know that I had done this with Joni. I saw it on the DVD yesterday. But I don't remember it. I suddenly didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Joni took charge. She led me to the bare wooden floor and with no preamble, no foreplay of any kind, she pulled me down and put me on my back. She straddled my face and I found myself looking up into her pussy.
It was a sight I never thought I would see. There, inches from my face, was another woman's sex organ. It was clean and hairless and looked surprisingly sexy. It was just that even after watching that DVD yesterday, I hadn't thought about doing something like this. I suppose that I knew it was going to happen. But it wasn't anything I ever thought I'd do with another woman and now, early in the morning and stone cold sober it wasn't something I wanted to do.
I stared at Joni's hairless slit. I felt her face moving closer to my pussy. I felt her breath on me. Then I felt her warm, wet tongue. Not even a kiss first! She just started eating my pussy!
But I suppose she was used to doing whatever it took to entertain these young animals. I found it a little more difficult to do what they wanted. I forced myself to kiss her vulva. I had never shaved my pussy. I didn't even trim it very often. My blonde hair was so light and fine and even at the age of twenty-eight it was only a sparse covering. The only person that ever saw it was my husband and he seemed to like it this way.
I was amazed at how soft Joni's skin was. There wasn't even a trace of stubble. She must shave that thing every day!
I finally stopped kissing and began licking her tight slit, doing the things to her that she was doing to me. It wasn't as disgusting as I thought it would be. In fact, when she started moaning and squirming around on top of me it was kind of exciting. I never thought I'd do this with another woman. But now that I was, and since I didn't have a choice, I kind of liked it!
I might have enjoyed it even more if we were not lying on the cold, hard floor, surrounded by twelve horny boys making crude and disgusting remarks and joking about what they were going to us for the next six weeks.
I don't think either of us was ever in danger of reaching orgasm. But I'd be lying if I said her tongue didn't feel good or that I didn't start to enjoy returning the flavor.
If they left us alone for a few minutes, or if they gave us a little more time, the results might have been different. But when it was time for breakfast the boys let us up and headed for the mess hall.
Joni and I used their bathroom to wash our faces and dry off our pussies. Then we joined them. By the time we arrived almost all of them had already gone through the serving line. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I ate nothing yesterday but a few bites of toast and a lot of cum.
Joni and I went through the serving line. I guess she was hungry too. We both filled up our trays. The men greeted us as if we were actual human beings when we joined them for breakfast. Then we were left alone to eat our breakfast.
Just as I was getting lulled into thinking I would be left alone to enjoy my morning meal the cook came out with the carafe of coffee and refilled everyone's cup. I heard the boys grow quiet as they turned their attention to the cook. He saved me for last again and just like yesterday he filled my cup, set the carafe down and pulled his cock out.
It wasn't pleasant. But I sucked so many cocks yesterday that it wasn't all that traumatic either. I sucked his cock until just before he reached orgasm. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me beat him off into my coffee cup.
He stepped back with a huge grin on his face and just watched. I finished him off with my hand, this time without his help. I aimed his spurting cock into my coffee cup, just like yesterday. I heard the immature giggles from the boys who were all watching me stir my coffee and sip it. After all the cum I ingested yesterday I guess I was becoming inured to the smell. It was still very noticeable. But I was able to ignore it and enjoy my second cup of coffee.
When I didn't react to my doctored coffee, the boys quickly lost interest and went back to their own conversations. Maybe if I continued to act as if I was unaffected by this perverse little pleasure, the cook and the others would grow tired of it and let me at least eat my breakfast in peace.
After breakfast we all took our trays up to be washed. Since we hadn't been given any instructions yet, we returned to our table and waited for Mr. Moore to tell us what he wanted us to do this morning.
I was in no hurry. I was certain that whatever it was it would be degrading.
The boys had all returned to their seats and were waiting to find out what the day's activities were going to be. When they finally grew quiet, Mr. Moore turned to me and asked, "Did Joni tell you what happened to her cunt hair?"
I glanced at Joni. Her face had grown white and her expression had become one of pure terror. I felt that feeling in the pit of my stomach. Whatever was about to happen I knew it was going to be very bad. I expected Mr. Moore to punish me for what I was forced to do with Deshane last night. It looked like this was it. I was worried. But I tried to take comfort in the fact that he had promised that he wouldn't take me to the barn.
I looked back at Mr. Moore and tried to keep my voice calm when I answered, "No, sir. Joni has never discussed her lack of pubic hair with me."
He smiled and got to his feet.
The boys all looked up to see what he was going to say. Before he spoke, Joni whispered, "It isn't fair! She told you!"
Mr. Moore ignored Joni. He smiled at the boys in the room and announced, "Boys, one of the counselors has broken one of the rules."
All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. The image of that barn and what happened to Cathy Grant flashed through my mind. I shook my head and exclaimed breathlessly, "I asked you! I asked you what I should do!!"
Mr. Moore ignored me and continued his announcement. "Those of you that were here last year will remember how we punished Joni when she broke a rule. We are going to do the same thing with Lara. Her infraction was not serious enough to take her to the barn. So we will punish her here. Everyone please follow me."
Before I could move Todd and Paul had gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet. They half carried, half dragged me outside with everyone else following behind. I didn't know what was happening. But I knew I wasn't going to like it.
I was crying and whimpering like a small animal caught in a trap. I suppose that was appropriate.
They brought me to the fire pit and put me down on my back on one of the smooth logs that the boys sat on in the evening. It was still a little cool outside and there was a thin coating of dew on the log. But I hardly noticed.
I didn't fight them. But I pleaded with them not to hurt me. They only smiled and used the ropes that were already in place to tie me down on my back on the log.
As soon as I was secure and unable to move, Mr. Moore told the boys to gather around. I could almost feel the anticipation in the air as they gathered close.
I waited to hear what fate awaited me. I was so scared that I was having trouble breathing. I felt lips on my forehead and opened my eyes. Through my tears I saw Joni looking down at me. She was crying too. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Honey, it is going to hurt like hell. But after ten or fifteen minutes you'll start to get numb and it won't be so bad. Be strong, Lara."
As pep talks go, that one wasn't all that effective. It did nothing to quiet my terror.
Mr. Moore stood over us, smiling down patiently until Joni stood up and stepped back. Then he held up his hand and said, "This, for those of you that don't know, is a pair of needle nose pliers. Lara is going to spend the day on this log. I want you boys to use these pliers to pull out her cunt hair. There is a method we use to make this more interesting. I don't want you boys to get all excited and jerk them all out in the next ten or fifteen minutes or so. We need to make this last for a while, to draw out the fun. First let me demonstrate how it is done."
Mr. Moore bent down and I felt the cold, hard metal against my skin. I drew in a breath and waited, teetering on the edge of panic. It was the worst kind of panic. It was helpless panic. There was nothing that I could do to defend myself.
I waited breathlessly for the pain I knew was about to come. But before he closed the jaws of the pliers and jerked out some of my pubic hair he explained to the boys that had gathered even closer, "The first thing you have to know is that you don't want to pull out too many hairs at a time. Carefully select three or four hairs that are close together, no more than half a dozen at a time. Any more than that and it is over too quickly. And this way she doesn't get numb as quickly. She gets to enjoy the full effect of our hard work. It is easier to isolate a few hairs at a time with natural blondes. They tend to have less hair and that makes the chore less tedious."
I felt the pliers move as he closed the jaws on some of my pubic hair. But before he pulled he continued his explanation. "Make sure to pull straight up when you are pulling her hair out. If you twist your wrist or pull to the side you may just break it off. We want to get it root and all. That way her cunt will stay nice and smooth like Joni's. And that way she gets the full effect."
He jerked on the pliers then and I screamed in pain as several of my pubic hairs were jerked out by the roots.
When I caught my breath I pleaded through my tears, "Mr. Moore, please stop this! Please, I don't deserve this! I asked you for your advice!"
But the son of a bitch just smiled and ignored me. He straightened up and handed the pliers to Deshane. Deshane chuckled and bent down over my pussy. I felt him fumbling around until he had several hairs in the jaws of the pliers. Then he looked up at me and smiled. He asked, "Are you ready, cunt?"
I struggled to look into his eyes through my tears. When I could finally focus on his face it all became clear. This had all been planned! He had been working with Mr. Moore to set me up for this from the start.
I was suddenly furious. I screamed and started to call him and Mr. Moore both every nasty name I could think of. Before I could utter another sound, though, Joni rushed forward and clamped her hand over my mouth. She quickly whispered, "The barn!" in my ear.
She was jerked away instantly. But her warning, those two words, had been enough. I bit my tongue and let my head back down on the log and waited for the next burst of pain to the most sensitive area of my body.
Deshane didn't jerk the hairs out the way that Mr. Moore had demonstrated. Instead, he began to slowly apply pressure, lifting slowly, pulling the hairs out so gradually that I could almost hear the roots give way as they came out of me.
It was much more painful that way. I began screaming in pain long before the hairs let go and pulled free. As my scream subsided I heard Mr. Moore chuckling.
I don't think that it was until that very moment that I realized what hate was. I had probably used the word as much as anyone. But it was only then that I recognized what I felt for Mr. Moore and for Deshane as true hatred.
Deshane dropped the pliers onto my stomach and then he and Mr. Moore bent Joni over a nearby log and began raping her mouth and her pussy at the same time. As soon as they moved away the boys began to close around me.
There was a brief struggle for the pliers and then the torture began in earnest. The boys that had been here last year had plenty of advice on how to make this as unpleasant for me as possible. It wasn't constant pain. They took their time, drawing out. That way I never seemed to achieve that numbness that Joni had promised me.
Some of the boys jerked the hairs out. But most had apparently been impressed by the results that Deshane had achieved and they pulled straight up, slowly, drawing loud, anguished screams from my tortured throat.
Every fifteen or twenty minutes they would stop and two or three of the boys would fuck my mouth. When it warmed up the boys moved away and went swimming or got a canoe lesson from one of the other instructors. But I was almost never completely alone, and I was never alone for very long.
At lunch time the kids went to the mess hall and ate. Joni and Mr. Moore came out. I wasn't released. But Joni stood back while Mr. Moore poured alcohol on my pussy. He said it was to cleanse my pussy to prevent infection. I suspect it was more to increase the pain.
I screamed as the alcohol worked its way into the injured and bleeding hair follicles. I couldn't bring myself to lift my head to inspect the damage.
He waited until I had started breathing normally again and then he poured more of that liquid fire onto my sensitive skin. He watched me, enjoying my pain, basking in my screams. Then he walked away.
Joni bent over me and held a straw up to my lips. She was crying nearly as hard as I was! I sipped at the milkshake she had brought me. The cool liquid felt wonderful on my raw throat. Between the constant screaming from the horrible pain and the occasional oral rape to relieve their boredom, my throat felt like it was bleeding, too.
The little bastards were insidious. They dragged it out until almost dark. Twice during that interminable afternoon, someone would come out and douse my bleeding vulva with alcohol. By dinner time I had stopped screaming. I only whimpered now. That was the only response that I could muster.
Joni came out several times to bring me a cold drink and to cover me with suntan lotion. We were never left alone. She tried to comfort me in the brief moments they allowed us. But the boys kept her pretty busy, too. She was usually on her knees somewhere close by being forced to suck off one of the boys. They usually went to either her mouth or mine after they had taken another turn pulling out more of my pubic hair.
The adults left us alone, though. I probably should have been grateful. But for some reason I thought that there must be some sinister motive for it. They had to be finding all of this torture I was being subjected to arousing. They were just that kind of guys.
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