Camp Clear Lake Hell CampChapter 1
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I didn't sleep at all that night. Despite all that I had been through I was far too terrified of what was going to happen tomorrow morning to get any sleep.
The next morning is a bit of a daze. I took a shower with Joni. But she inspected the dorm by herself. Deshane took me to the mess hall and turned me over to Mr. Moore.
I saw the arrogant look on his face and I figured I had nothing to lose at this point. In a loud voice I said, "You arrogant prick! You set me up right from the start. I just have one question you fucking rapist. Is this the only way you limp dicks can get a woman? Is rape the only way you can get it up? You fucking limp dick faggots!"
Todd was sitting closest to me. He reached out and slapped me.
I screamed, "Fuck you, you sick fuck!" Then I spit right in his face. There wasn't much spit. I was so terrified that my mouth was dry. But it was the thought that counted.
He must have thought so, too. He drew his fist back and was about to punch me in the face when Mr. Moore snapped, "Todd! Knock it off. I'll give you some time with the riding crop when we get out there. When I get so damned tired I can't lift my arm one more time you can take over."
I saw Joni out of the corner of my. Her face was white as a ghost and she was crying her eyes out. I saw her lips moving and finally I realized that she was muttering, "Shut up?" over and over.
But it didn't really matter now. I didn't plan on surviving this day anyway, certainly not with my sanity intact. A part of me, a large part of me, was going to die today, even if I did survive. And I really hoped that I didn't survive. It would be for the best if I died in that barn today. I was ready.
After breakfast the cook came around and filled our coffee cups again. I let him force me to suck his cock and I helped him stir his cum in my coffee. Then, with everyone watching and him smiling down at me arrogantly, I picked it up and threw it right in his face.
He screamed and I cannot describe to you how satisfying that sound was. He grabbed his face and called me names I had never even heard before! But when he finally took his hands away from his red, scalded face and brought his arm back to punch me, Mr. Moore was already behind him and grabbed his arm.
They struggled briefly until Mr. Moore said emphatically, "Knock it off, damn it! You'll get your turn! She'll be singing a different tune when she drags her sorry ass back in here tonight. You can pay her back then. I won't even say anything when you do that thing you like to do once we break them."
I saw his eyes light up and he finally dropped his arm. But he leaned his face close to mine and asked in a voice dripping with venom, "Has anyone ever pissed down your throat, cunt? I'm gonna do it every day for five and a half weeks!"
We heard a loud horn blowing out in the parking lot. Mr. Moore ordered the boys outside and told them to get on the bus. Todd and Paul went with them. He ordered the cook to keep an eye on Joni and I could tell by the gleeful look on his face that they already had plans for her after we left.
We walked slowly behind. By the time we got to the parking lot the bus was already pulling away. Once it was quiet, Mr. Moore said in a conversational tone, "That movie you saw with Cathy at the barn ... that was seven years ago. We have added a little to the show now. Now there are four dogs. But I suppose that's just added incentive for a bitch like you. You're probably going to enjoy the hell out of it!"
He laughed at his own joke. Then he became serious and said with venom in his voice, "I'm going to break you, bitch. Before you leave this camp at the end of the six weeks I'm going to make you perform every fucking perverted act that I have ever heard of. Hell, I'll probably have so much fun with you that I'll make you keep coming back every year until you kill yourself."
He may be right. If they don't kill me in that barn tonight I may kill myself. But not before I come back here and kill them, every fucking one of them.
I saw a pickup truck pulling into the parking lot. It wasn't the same one I had seen in the movie. It was a new one. But the same men got out of it when it came to a stop.
They manhandled me into the back, with lots of groping, of course. But I didn't make it easy for them. I struggled and I kicked. I connected a few times, too. I got slapped around a little for my troubles. And it served no purpose except that I got a little satisfaction from it. I ended up tied to the light bar across the back of the cab just the way I had seen Cathy Grant in that movie that Joni and I had been forced to watch.
But getting a few licks in felt pretty damned good!
The four men climbed into the cab of the truck and drove off slowly. We crossed the gravel parking lot and turned onto the narrow paved road that went around the lake. The road was on camp property. It wasn't a public road so there wasn't any traffic.
There was no hope of salvation from a passing motorist.
I didn't know how far we were from the barn. I leaned back against the light bar and closed my eyes. I felt the damn break. I had managed to stop crying for a short while. But the tears were flowing freely now. I felt them dripping down my cheeks and falling onto my breasts.
I forced myself to think of something besides what was about to happen to me. I thought about Gregg. My poor darling Gregg. He didn't even realize yet that our marriage was over. I already missed him so much that it felt like a hot coal in my chest when I realized I could never be with him as his wife again. Not after what had happened to me since I arrived here ... not after what they would do to me today and for the next five and one half weeks if I survived this.
It was a shame. We had been so good together. But I knew it was over. I may be a blonde. But I knew that once he found out what had happened to me here he could never be with me again. I laughed wryly and thought, "Hell! I don't even want to be with me now!"
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a loud metallic scraping noise and the truck I was in swung to the right suddenly. It came to a sudden stop and there was a sudden outburst of loud, angry yelling.
I opened my eyes and turned my head just in time to see Gregg and Joni's husband Kenny getting out of Kenny's pickup truck. Kenny had run us off the road!
The four men piled out of the truck I was in and started advancing on Gregg and Kenny. That was when both men reached behind their backs and pulled out pistols!
I was too shocked to even cry out! I wanted to scream at Gregg not to do anything stupid. I didn't want him to get in trouble over me. It was too late for me.
The four men in the truck had come to a sudden stop when they saw the guns. But Mr. Moore must have thought they were bluffing. He growled something unintelligible and charged at Gregg.
I saw a smile on Gregg's face that I had never seen before. Then I heard a deafening noise and suddenly Mr. Moore was rolling around on the ground holding his stomach and screaming in pain and disbelief.
Gregg turned the still smoking gun on the other three men and as if it had been choreographed they dropped to their knees and began to beg loudly for their lives.
I yelled, "Gregg! Don't shoot them."
Then in a softer voice I added, "It's too late. I'm not worth it."
I probably could have phrased it better. He looked like I had slapped him. He ran over and jumped up in the truck. He quickly cut the ropes holding me and then he took me in his arms and held me tight. He told me how much he loved me and tried to kiss me.
I shook my head and pushed him away gently. I reached up and touched his cheek with my fingertips and said, "Thank you, darling. I will always thank you. But too much has happened. We can't ... I'm..."
He pulled me back into his arms and held me so tight I could hardly breathe. He kissed my forehead and said, "I know all about it. I don't give a shit. It's over now. And you are still my wife. We'll get you some help. But nothing between us has changed. I love you just as much now as I did three days ago."
He squeezed me even tighter for a moment and then he whispered, "God I have missed you!"
I was crying more loudly now than I did when they raped me, or when they pulled my pussy hair out with the pliers. I knew he meant what he was saying. But I knew enough about men to know that once things settled down he would have to deal with the truth of what had happened to me and I knew he couldn't do that. No man could.
I suddenly pushed him away again and said, "Oh god! Joni! We have to get back to the camp!"
Gregg finally realized that I was naked. Well, I'm sure he realized earlier that I was naked. But he had been pretty busy. He took his shirt off and put it on me. Kenny lowered the tailgate and together they carefully helped me down from the truck.
Gregg put me in the cab of Kenny's truck and then he and Kenny went around and shot out all four tires on the truck the four men were driving.
Just before Kenny drove away, Gregg said to the three men who were still kneeling in the road beside their truck, "You might want to apply pressure to that wound to stop the bleeding. I don't give a shit either way. It's up to you. There will be an ambulance here any minute, an ambulance and about a hundred cops."
Kenny turned the truck around in the road and rushed back to the camp. Gregg held me in his arms and tried to comfort me. I had the crying under control by the time we got back to the camp.
We rushed into the mess hall before the men had gotten a chance to do anything to Joni. They were still cleaning the kitchen and doing dishes. Joni was sitting in her seat at the staff table waiting with a glum look on her face. There were tears running down her cheeks and from the small puddle on table in front of her it was obvious that she had been crying since they had led me away.
She looked up when we came running in. When she realized who we were and that it was over she scrambled from her seat and came running towards us. But she stopped just before she got to Kenny and I saw her face. I knew just what was going through her mind. Now he would know.
She covered her face and started crying so hard it broke my heart. I went to her and we held each other, both of us crying like a couple of newborns.
There was a loud noise and I looked up to see the cook rushing out of the kitchen carrying a large carving knife. He looked like he had gone a little mad. His eyes were wide and his expression looked ... well, mad!
Kenny smiled, totally unconcerned, and put a bullet into each of his thighs.
He didn't even scream. He looked down in amazement and then, finally, collapsed to the floor, still staring at his bleeding thighs.
Gregg and Kenny led us to one of the tables near the door. Kenny gave Joni his shirt. Neither one of us was covered all that thoroughly. But after what we had been through it didn't really concern us that much that too much flesh was showing here or there.
We sat down. Kenny pulled Joni into his lap and tried to calm her down. He wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth. He talked to her quietly. He assured her that he knew everything and that none of it mattered.
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