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==Jumping Hotdog's Camp Mentempuer - Day Two==
Codes: fg, Mg, best, oral, mast, bond, rape, ds, fdom, mc, tf, breast, viol
> Bianca begins her second day at the terrifying Camp Mentempuer. To see out the day Bianca must over come deadly showers, powerful rapists and her own traitorous body. Can she triumph over the sadistic mistresses or is even survival too high a price?
And there we go! Day Two. Something new. I can now officially say I’ve wrote *something* in 2020. Year officially saved.
~#~
The loud cry of a bell woke Bianca. It was morning, the next morning, the day after her life changed forever. The bell's long high note rolled through her flesh and made her shiver. The night before that very bell had seized control of her body and forced her to eat the most disgusting meal of her life. Even now, hours later, her stomach still roiled. She had barely survived one day at Camp Mentempuer; how could she possibly survive another?
Dawn light broke through the cabin's windows, revealing the pornography plastered to the walls. It was even on the ceiling. Hanging partly off the bed, Bianca looked up and saw a women so beautiful it took her breath away. She could have been a supermodel, with darkly bronzed mixed race skin and almost black almond eyes. Vivid white ropes bit into her body, deep and tight. The red marks of a whip or crop covered her front, particularly concentrated on her small but shapely breasts. Her eyes shone with a strange submissive strength and her two front teeth bit into her plump lip. Strangely, in this room of hideous abuse, she almost gloried in her bondage and pain. Bianca wasn't sure if the poster was the best or worst thing in the room.
Beckie poked her head out of her bed and looked down at Bianca. The black girl smiled. They'd elected to share a bunk bed, with Beckie taking the top and Bianca the bottom.
"Morning!" said Beckie, annoyingly chipper for someone so newly awake.
Bianca couldn't find anything to say. In fact, she flushed deep burning red and rolled back into her bed so fast she almost got rug burn. The mattress was soft but there were no sheets to conceal her nakedness. She did her best with her arms and blocked her barely pubescent tits.
Beckie's head appeared, hanging upside down. "Why you hiding?" Her cornrowed hair was short enough that it stayed mostly in place, even upside down.
Bianca could barely understand the question; shame filled her body until every inch of skin glowed red. She was hiding because she was naked of course! Because she didn't want to show everyone and anyone her most private secret places.
Which was silly.
She'd been naked all day yesterday. She'd bared her breasts and cunny for all to see. She'd watched as animals and plants raped innocent girls. She'd been pissed on and licked cunt. She'd done things she'd never before imagined and hoped she never would again.
Body shaking with shame, Bianca uncrossed her arms and bared herself to Beckie. The tiny black girl's eyes swept over Bianca and lit up with realization.
"Oh is that it!" Her head disappeared but reappeared a moment later as she flipped down from the top bunk and crashed to a stop on Bianca's mattress. "Here, let me see." She twisted Bianca around and traced a pattern down her back. "That gold tattoo of yours is loads bigger. It's spread up your shoulder and down part of your back."
Pins and needles ran along Bianca's skin as Beckie traced the patterns. She shivered, embarrassment forgotten, and leaned back into Beckie. The flesh around her nipples puckered and grew hard as her breath caught in her throat.
A small part of her — an analytical part who sounded like her mother when she lectured that adventure novels strengthen a system of kyriarchal oppression — wanted to object. The golden pattern wasn't a tattoo. It was a mutation born from mutagenic mud. Seams of gold ran along her arm, hidden just under the skin. But it wasn't a tattoo.
"I sort of like it," said Beckie, breath hot against Bianca's neck. "Kind of wild and exotic. Makes you look pretty."
That was too much. A queer twistiness in her stomach, Bianca pulled away.
"Come on," Bianca's said, breath coming too quick. "We need to get up, can't be late. I don't know what will happen if the Mistresses think we're disobeying but I know we won't like it."
With no clothes to wear, Bianca and Beckie, along with their other two cabin-mates, Ami and Ceri, made a quick exit. It was amazing how much time nudity saved. They trouped naked towards the open plan showers and each selected a faucet.
Bianca chose the shower she'd used the night before, after the Trixie incident where the smallest (and possibly cruelest of the mistresses) showered Bianca with piss. The shower was a simple campish thing. A drain sat on a square of concrete, from which rose a bare pipe. Atop the pipe was a metal shower head and half way up was a valve wheel.
She spun the wheel until the water fell from overhead. It was cold but in the hot clammy air of Mount Mentempuer, that was a relief. Bianca lived in America — Boston to be precise. A day ago she'd been in bed with a cold and now she was suddenly in a tropical very-much-not paradise. The sudden change in climate was far from the most horrifying fate to befall her but the water was welcome all the same.
The refreshing droplets cascaded down from above. She turned underneath, letting them wash away the grim and sweat that clung to her body. The water washed over her naked skin, past her undeveloped breasts and down her flat stomach to her hairless crotch. In the distance jungle birds sang, exotic monkey's hooted and the dense foliage rustled in the stirring morning air.
The longer she stayed under the shower, the harder the water beat at her. It was nice in a way — cleansing. She opened her eyes and looked down. Water gathered around her feet. Clearly the drain wasn't coping.
Bianca turned to the valve and tried to reduce the pressure. It had no effect. If anything, the water pressure increased!
Blasting liquid slammed down on her, almost hard enough to hurt. The sound was a localized thunderstorm. She stumbled around, trying to find a place clear of the spray, but the spray was everywhere.
The water gathered around her feet and grew higher, which made no sense. It reached the middle of her calves. The shower was just a slab of concrete on the ground. There was nothing to hold the water; it should have just washed away.
Half blind, she pushed her way through the water towards the grass and hit an invisible wall. Panic spiked in her chest and she slammed her fists into the barrier. It didn't budge. She flailed for freedom but that wall was everywhere. It blocked all sides. There was no way out; she was trapped.
"Help!" she screamed and battered at the wall. The water continued to rise, higher and higher, faster and faster. The falling droplets stung like miniature bullets against her flesh and tears stung in her eyes.
All the nearby girls were rushing towards her now. Their mouths were open in screams but the noise of the shower robbed their words. Bianca couldn't hear a thing. She kept hammering the barrier and outside, the newcomers did the same. Through tear streaked eyes she saw their fists flatten against hardened air. It did no good. A cube of water slowly rose out of the earth and there was nothing anyone could do.
The water reached Bianca's tits. Only a few seconds later it reached her head and she had to stand on tip toes to keep breathing. It reached higher still and she kicked to keep her head above water.
The water hammered from above and rose from below. Bianca grabbed a desperate breath but each grew harder to take. Her leg cramped, the water surged and she breathed a lung full of liquid. The panic almost killed her. She dropped choking to the depths of the shower, but a last desperate kick launched her to the surface. She choked and coughed and gasped one final lungful of air.
Her head hit something hard. She scrabbled with her hands, the panic born strength of desperation. An invisible barrier sealed the top of the shower too. The water rose more and stole the last of the air.
Lungs burning, Bianca hung suspended in a freestanding cube of water. Her frizzy blond hair floated about her in a glowing halo. Her body felt weightless. There was nothing she could do. A golden warmth grew inside her.
In that tranquility she opened her eyes. The water twisted the light but she could just see Trixie standing in the distance, smiling like a cat with cream.
Three Mistresses ran Camp Mentempuer. Trixie appeared the youngest of the trio but her impish smile and childish round face hid a sadists temperament. The phantom taste of acrid urine ran down Bianca's tongue.
Bianca locked eyes with Trixie and something passed between them. The smile on Trixie's face turned sour and she spun away.
A moment later the invisible walls of the shower collapsed and Bianca fell gasping to the ground. A torrent of water fell with her and crashed across the grass in a wave that knocked one of the smaller girls off her feet.
At once she was surrounded by a campers.
"Are you okay?"
"Give her room."
"Mouth-to-mouth. My big brother's a life guard!"
"Just get back!" That voice belonged to Beckie and then the tiny black girl was there. She shoved aside girls a full head taller than her and crouched down beside Bianca. "You okay?"
Bianca tried to nod but ended up coughing out a half lungful of water instead. After a few more coughing fits she found her words. "Yes," she rasped. In a whisper she added, "Beckie?"
Beckie leaned closer and responded in the same voice. "Mmm?"
"We can't let them win." The night before had been terrible. The cockroach meal had wounded her very soul, but this shower trick was different. It wasn't just sadistic; it was almost petty. "We have to fight. We have to stick together."
Beckie smiled and hugged Bianca close, their wet naked bodies skintight. "Of course we'll fight. We'll fight and we'll win."
~#~
As Bianca found out, she wasn't the only one to have a shower time (mis)adventure. One girl, by the name of Samantha, was doused with vinegar rather than water. The same result reoccurred in every shower she tried and she now sat sulking, surrounded by a pungent odor. Worse effected was poor Jasmine, whose long butt length hair was simply gone, washed away by chemicals in the water. She now had a smooth bald head. Even her eyebrows and eyelashes were gone. She sat crying, cradling a fistful of black hair as one of her cabinmates comforted her.
After showers came breakfast and, remembering the meal before, Bianca was understandably nervous. As she neared the benches, she looked around, biting her lip, but it looked normal enough. Great glass bowls contained cereal and giant metal jugs held milk. Bowls and spoons sat in neat piles, ready to be used.
Someone had erected a curtained screen off to the side of the picnic area. Bianca gave it a wary look but deep in her gut knew its purpose would be revealed soon enough.
Bianca and Beckie sat down on a bench together. Ami and Ceri squeezed in at both ends. It was a tight fit, four to a side, and the newer comers made for a close squeeze. Ceri was the tallest of the girls, with her coltish frame, and Ami, while small in most respects, was the exact opposite where her titanic mutated tits were concerned. She set her massive mammaries down on the tabletop with a thud and tried to arrange the flesh so it would be comfortable.
Across from them sat two girls. Tiffany was a tiny porcelain princess, with platinum blonde hair and a slightly up turned nose. She looked at Bianca, Beckie, Ami and Ceri and sniffed. At her side was a plain mousy Hispanic girl who wore her hair in two pig tales. She looked up at Tiffany like a goddess.
Tiffany scythed her eyes across Ami. "Well," she drawled, "I see if we ever run out of milk we'll have a ready supply here."
The mousy girl tittered, Bianca glared and Beckie jumped to her feet so fast she seemed to teleport. She stood on the bench and snarled down at Tiffany. "Shut the hell up!" She shook her tiny fist and her arm showed defined muscles. Had those been there the day before?
Tiffany was taken aback from such a violent reaction and jerked away, mouth half open for a retort.
Ami for her part hefted her left breast and squeezed. A line of milk arched across the table and splattered right into Tiffany's face. "Got milk?" she said in a quiet accented voice.
It was Ceri and Bianca's turn to laugh.
Of course, porcelain princess Tiffany wasn't going to take that sort of thing lying down. She looked ready to explode but then something strange happened. A glassy look came over her eyes and she half moaned, thighs rubbing together.
Ami tugged on Beckie's arm and pulled the tiny naked black girl back into her seat. Once they were settled, Beckie passed out bowls but before they could help themselves to cereal, Mistress Maddison walked to the head of the table and clapped her hands. "Campers, your attention," she said in her precise British accent.
Everyone turned to look.
Maddison was the leader of the Mistresses — the three cruel girls who ran Camp Mentempuer. She was the oldest, appearing a youthful mid to late teen, and had a certain adultness to her body the other two lacked. Her legs were long and shapely, her breasts sizable handfuls and her face free of flaw or blemish — like a teen model. Not that Bianca's mother let Bianca read such magazines. They perpetrated harmful gender norms.
Bianca forced her eyes away from Maddison's legs (they did strange things to Bianca's stomach if she looked at them to long) and to the bronze bell. It sat within easy reach of the Mistress, almost begging to be used. Maddison might have only asked, but with the power given to her by the neurosonic control bell, no request was merely a request. They were threats, every one.
"Welcome to your second day at Camp Mentempuer," said Maddison. "I hope you all slept well and are ready for another exciting adventure. Unfortunately, there is a small matter we must deal with before we begin."
Bonnibel and Trixie (the remaining two Mistresses) appeared and walked up to the curtained screen. They each took a grip on one half and waited for their moment.
"As you may remember," continued Maddison, "I warned you that we would look dimly on any attempt to run away during the night. Most of you heeded our advice but one poor misguided soul thought she knew better. Bonnibel, Trixie?"
The two Mistresses yanked the curtains aside. Bianca gasped.
Behind the curtain sat a wooden horse — a raised 'v' of wood, set so the edge rested a little above hip height. On that horse sat a girl. Bianca recognized her as one of the twelve survivors of the day before. She was slightly chubby with a soft belly, full legs and the beginnings of tits. She had large chocolate eyes, which swum with tears. The very tips of her toes just reached the ground.
As Bianca watched, the girl forced herself up a few centimeters. The sharp edge of the horse pulled away from her red bruised cunny. The edge wasn't completely clear but no longer cut into her folds. Her thighs trembled. Sweat ran down her brow. And then she fell again. The horse bit into her and she let out a pained moan around the fat black ball gag filling her mouth.
"Samoan here was a very bad girl," said Maddison. "She ever so hurt my feelings by trying to escape, I mean run away." She traced a mocking tear down her cheek with a finger. "And now she has to suffer for it. Think of it as a learning experience. Now, chop-chop. Eat your breakfasts. You have a lot to do today and not very much time."
No one moved. No one could look away from Samoan. Again she rose from the horse, again her legs trembled with the strain and again she came down. The sharp edge bit into her innermost of places. Fat tears cut tracks down her cheeks. Again she moaned.
Maddison sighed and flicked her strange bronze bell with her index finger. The long manicured nail struck an eerie wobbling note. The note rippled through the assembled girls. It entered their ears and vibrated through their brains.
The control wasn't like the night before. Then the bell had turned Bianca into a robot, forced to move and act. This was different. The need to eat breakfast grew like a compulsion in her mind. She looked towards the cereal and the thought of food (real food!) made her salivate.
Bianca's stomach rumbled and she took three heaped spoonfuls of cereal. Next she reached for the milk jug and her thin arms shook as she hefted it into the air. Using both hands, she tipped and poured out a long flow of gooy white liquid.
It looked strange and smelt weird too. That didn't matter. She lifted her dessert spoon and set to eating. It tasted unusual — sticky and salty. Part of her knew it wasn't milk but the desire to eat burnt within her, placed there by the bronze bell. She ate and ate until her bowl was clear as did every camper present.
When the bowls were clear and the last dregs of 'milk' were licked up, Maddison laughed. "Wonderful, simply wonderful," she said. "If I knew horse seamen was going to be so popular, I would have included it in last nights meal."
Horse seamen... The words sunk into Bianca like lead weights. She wanted to vomit. It was sick, wrong. Humans and animals weren't meant to do such things together! She was just a girl. She wasn't meant to do such things with anyone! A number of girls started crying. Bianca sniffed back her own tears and pushed her empty bowl away, as if out of sight might mean out of mind. It did not. The worst part of it was, she knew if someone were to fill the bowl again she would empty it in a moment. The hunger to eat still filled her.
"Awe," mocked Trixie, "did the babies not like there food? What's wrong? Not fresh enough. I'm sure we could arrange a live feeding if you'd prefer." She moaned, stuck a hand down her cut off denim shorts and frigged herself. "Just think of it, little girls sucking big sweaty horse cocks. Little mouths straining. Hands not even able to reach all the way around. And then the cum. They'd be covered in it. Mmmm. Got to have some of that."
Behind her face full of metal piercings, Bonnibel snickered.
"Of course it wasn't just horse seamen," continued Maddison. Her finger stroked down the contorted surface of her bell. "We added a little something extra to the mix. And that brings us onto the first challenge of the day.
"As we told you yesterday, to stay at the camp you must succeed at challenges. You can think of getting to this camp as your first challenge but it will only get harder from here.
"Today you will need to hike across the island to the Dongle Fruit Grove, eat a dongle fruit and return. But it won't be easy. Guarding the grove are three Perfects. Well, slightly modified Perfects as you will soon see. You'll need to get past them to get the fruit." She showed her teeth. "I don't think most of you will be coming back."
The girls shot worried glances at each other.
Maddison cupped a hand to her ear. "And what's that you ask: why do you have to eat the fruit? As if pleasing me wasn't enough. Well, out of the kindness of my heart, I have given you a better reason. We added a little something extra to the horse seamen. A smart drug your dear friend Bonnibel cooked up. Well, I say smart drug but slut drug might be more accurate. You're not going to stay very smart with this in your system, let me tell you! Every moment between now and when you eat your dongle fruit cure, it'll rewire your brain. Turning your pre-teen bodies all slutty. Why, by lunch time I doubt you'll be able to think of anything but where your next long, hard cock is coming from and how good it will feel in your dripping baby cunts."
Bianca felt sick as the meaning of the words sunk into her. She looked around and saw her feelings mirrored there, on the faces of her fellow campers, her fellow victims. She looked down at her naked body and could feel it changing, warping, betraying her. It was probably all in her mind but that didn't make it any less real.
"Because I am such a kind mistress," said Maddison, "I will even give you a guide to the Dongle Fruit Grove. Parrot, come."
A brightly colored parrot detached from a nearby palm tree and flapped down. He alighted on Maddison's shoulder. "Morning, little moppets," he crowed and danced on his feet.
"Well," said Maddison and flicked her hand, "get going!"
The parrot flapped his brightly colored wings and flew to the top of the totem like pillar that guarded one of the exits. "This way, moppets!" he cried. "This way."
Bianca forced herself to stand on shaking feet. "Come on," she said. "We can do this. We have to do this!"
Beckie jumped to her feet and shouted, "Hell yeah!" She stood beside Bianca and a wide grin split her face. Ceri was next and she helped Ami to her feet. After that the rest joined them. Tiffany was last but even she stood.
The eleven girls trooped after the parrot as it flew away down a jungle track.
Behind them, Samoan moaned as she rode the horse. You couldn't save everyone.
~#~
The jungle of Mount Mentempuer was hot, humid and sticky. Bianca felt a trickle on her naked shoulder blade and slapped down hard. Another mosquito departed the world, just one of the thousands that swarmed the tropical island. Some were the size of her thumb!
The island was lush with other kinds of life. Tall palm trees grew in clumps around patches of sandy soil and the deeper forest was home to a dozen other tree species, all tangled together. Fantastical flowers grew wherever the light reached. Lazy vines hung from branches. Weeds, scrubs and herbal plants sprouted around large volcanic rocks and fantastically-hued mushrooms grew inside the decaying trunks of fallen trees.
The smells were intense, like a hammer to the face. For a girl who'd grown up in the city, like Bianca, and in an upper-middle class area at that, it was overwhelming. But she had to be strong. She couldn't let everyone down.
"Parrot," she called and the bird turned to look at her. Or rather it turned its head. Like an owl, its body stayed facing the opposite direction.
"Yes, moppet?"
Bianca frowned slightly at the name. She was beginning to really dislike it. But she had far bigger worries than a name. "Where are we going? What are Perfects? What are dongle fruit?"
He let out a cry of raven like laughter. "Can't go telling you that, little moppet. More than my feathers are worth that is."
Bianca bit her lip as she thought. "What can you tell us then? What would you ask if you where us?"
"Sneaky moppet," crowed the parrot. "Conniving moppet. Learn that from your secret books?"
This was nothing like Harry Potter.
The parrot flew and alighted a few trees down. When Bianca again caught up he said, "I'd ask why."
"Why what?" Why wasn't the parrot making sense!
"Just why. Sometimes the question is the important bit, not the answer."
Bianca bit her tongue and did not say anything rude about riddling birds. Instead she let her walk slow and joined back up with her cabinmates.
Beckie walked with an arm slung around the shoulders of Ami and Ceri. Beckie was a physical sort of girl, always touching. Bianca could never be like that. Just the thought set her heart beating with fright. But that didn't stop her stomach tingling whenever Beckie's hands landed on her...
Ceri looked fine but Ami was having a hard time. A thin girl at the best of time, her gigantic breasts made the hike hell. She carried them in her crossed arms and even then flesh slipped free, spilling over and around her forearms.
Why? That was the question.
"Why?" she said aloud.
"Why what?" said Beckie right back.
Bianca sighed. "That's what I said. Why everything, I guess. Why, why this." She spread her arms to take in the group of naked hiking girls, the jungle, the camp and the whole island.
Samantha, who still smelt faintly of vinegar, said, "Maybe we were bad. Maybe this is our punishment." She rung her hands together over her bare sweaty stomach.
"That's stupid," said Beckie. "I'll tell you why. Because they are evil. There is no other reason."
Bianca wished she could be so sure. "Samantha," she said, gathered her courage and laid her hand on the girl's naked shoulder. Her hand tingled at the touch and her heart beat faster. "This is not our fault. We don't deserve this. No one can deserve this."
Samantha sniffled. "You sure?"
"Very sure." Bianca forced a smile. "Come here." She pulled the girl into a hug and Samantha bawled her eyes out against Bianca's shoulder.
They walked on, step after step, mile after mile. Sweat rolled from the eleven naked girls. It stung their eyes and dripped to the ground.
"Can you..." whispered Ami as they rounded a giant freestanding stone in the shape of a monster cock, "can you feel it?" Which it was obvious — the substance added to their morning milk that would turn them into hot and hungry pre-teen sluts. Ami expanded anyway, if not quite so graphically. "The drug?"
She didn't whisper quietly enough.
"I don't think there is a drug," said Tiffany in her grating nasal voice. "I think it's a trick."
"Why lie?" asked Bianca. "After everything that happened — the hypno-hyenas, the mutagenic mud, the violator vines, the meal — why start lying now?"
Tiffany sniffed and look away. "You'd have to be pretty stupid to believe that all really happened. It was all just special effects or something. My daddy says—"
"Special effects!" screamed Beckie. Birds erupted into the sky at all sides. She rounded on Tiffany and stood as high as she could on her toes, but even that didn't put her more than chin level with the taller blonde. "Special effects! How fuck stupid are you? You were there. You saw what happened. You had one of those vines up your cunt and down your throat." She hit out with two fingers and drove them into Tiffany's pink slit. "Remember this!" She hooked up and pulled hard. "Remember!" She did it again.
Tiffany moaned. It started in her belly, ran up her chest and out her throat in a slow wave. Her tiny coral pink nipples hardened to diamond points, her pupils went wide and black, her knees shook and juices dribbled from her cunt. She collapsed to the ground, body jerking as she came her brains out. Her body was thin and lithe, like a gymnast's. She bucked and gyrated on the ground.
Beckie just stared in shock. She looked between her cum covered fingers and Tiffany's still shaking body with wide eyes.
Bianca felt something too, but it was very different. Watching Beckie violate the prim and proper Tiffany... It quickened something inside her. Her cut moistened and tingled in a very strange way. Her tiny clit buzzed, just like it had the day before during her vine rape. Other girls were reacting similarly. They rubbed their thighs together and stared with hungry eyes, stolen breaths and deep flushes. Soft moans drifted on the wind.
"Moppets!" crowed the parrot. "More than enough time to lez out later. Walk, walk."
Tiffany looked ready to boil over when she clambered to her feet, but, instead of exploding, she flicked her hair, stuck her nose in the air and stalked away. Her minion, the mousy Hispanic girl, ran after.
Blushing, Bianca looked around the eight girls with her. She saw her own flush mirrored there.
"Come on," she said. "We don't want to be left behind."
They set off, but, as they walked, Bianca thought deep thoughts. While Tiffany certainly deserved being taken down a peg, they couldn't keep fighting like this. They needed to work together. A slight frown settled on her face. That was the only way they'd get through this intact.
Tall trees rose on all sides and their branches met overhead. They walked down a glowing green tunnel. Scuttling shapes leaped from tree to tree high above and animal cries added to the constant background noise.
"I think," she said aloud and the others turned to look at her, "we need to get to know each other." Then more resolutely. "I'm Bianca. I'm twelve years old and I live with my mother in Boston."
"And I'm Beckie!" said Beckie with a wide smile. "I'm from Baltimore. I have three older brothers, who are jerks, and a little sister called Tandy."
"Ami," whispered Ami while clutching her gigantic breasts tight. "I'm from California."
"Ceri," said Ceri. She had plain brown hair, which she wore pulled back into a complicated braid. Somehow it still looked fairly neat. Heavy freckles started on her face and didn't stop until well below her tits. "Um, I'm from D.C. My daddy works for the president."
"Samantha," said Samantha. Other than the faint whiff of vinegar, she was an ordinary enough girl if perhaps taller than was average for her age and with something coltish to her frame. Her brown hair was somewhat tangled but still reached the small of her back. "I live with my mom and dad in New York but we moved from Idaho last year. My dad works for the government."
"Geneva." The name came out strange, with a yowling undercurrent to it. Geneva was a slightly curvy redhead with full bow-lips and twitching cat ears atop her head. Her eyes were slitted too and a brilliant emerald color. The mutagenic mud got her hard. "I'm from Texas." A tail, the same coppery color as her hair, swished around her butt.
"Poe." Poe stood next to Geneva. Together with Samantha, Geneva and the unfortunate Samoan, they shared a cabin. Poe was a doll of a girl — as small as Beckie, with alabaster skin and mat black hair styled in a now disheveled pageboy cut. Bianca remembered her having more color before the mutagenic mud, but exposure to that toxic substance had leeched the pigment from her body, leaving her near monochrome.
"I'm Jasmine," said Jasmine. She was Middle Eastern and completely hairless. Her eyes were still red from crying. "I'm... My family, we live in Virginia. I share a cabin with Tiffany, Camila and Bobby." She pointed at the last girl to introduce herself.
Bobby was boxy, a little chubby and hidden nearly completely behind Jasmine. "Bobby," she whispered, eyes on the ground. Jasmine nudged her forward and everyone looked at her.
A small but chubby penis hung from between her legs. That certainly hadn't been there before, not even that morning when they set off from camp.
"I... I..." stuttered Bobby. "I just want to go home! I want to be normal again and I just want to go home." She started bawling her eyes out and Jasmine hugged her close and patted her back.
The waterworks set off Geneva, who soon had Ami and Samantha sniffling too.
When Bobby finally broke from Jasmine, her small penis was hard and pointed up. Jasmine giggled and tickled it with her fingers, causing Bobby to almost jump out of her skin. A small trickle of clear cum bubbled yp from the tip.
Unthinking, Bianca licked her lips at the sight and rubbed her thighs together. She wasn't the only one.
On they went. Mount Mentempuer was a tropical island and, as their guide explained, named for the great volcanic peak that rose from the center. The parrot led them a looping course around the foothills of the mountain. Animals moved and howled in the jungle depths and a few crept closer still, shiny eyes from deep shadows.
Tiffany shrieked and almost jumped out of her skin as a brown shape shot across the path. Poe, who was walking near by, simply stepped out of the way.
They reached their destination in the shadow of the great mount.
"Moppets, moppets, gather round," crowed the parrot and flapped his multicolored wings. He danced on vine covered branch as he waited for the stranglers to catch up.
They stood on the edge of small clearing. Bianca hunkered down beside a towering fern and tried to ignore the tickling sensation as sweat rolled down her back. Due to the drug causing through her body, she also had to ignore the fuck-juices rolling down her legs. Her tiny cunny felt incredibly strange, as if energized by lightning.
It was hot and humid and the eleven naked girls (and one also naked bird not that being naked as a bird had quite the same meaning) gathered. Insects buzzed, plants ran with moisture
"I give you," said the bird and danced a small jig, "the Dongle Fruit Grove!"
The grove was large, perhaps the size of a football field but square. Bianca's mother didn't approve of football — too violent — but Bianca had seen the high school's field on her way to and from middle school many times.
At the center of the grove grew a tall tree, with branches like an upturned bowl. From the underside of those branches hung the fruit — long tubular shapes with mushroom like heads at one end and two round bulges at the other. The sight of the fruit made her rub her knees together again. A tingle spread out from her clit.
The phallic fruit wasn't the only such thing to spark her growing sexual appetites. Three golden men lounged on the grass before the tree. They were Greek Adonises, with large sculpted muscles and huge cocks that, even flaccid, hung long between their legs.
"Perfects from the 41st century," whispered Ceri under her breath, as if she didn't know she was speaking aloud. "Genetically engineered bodyguards to the priestesses of the Gene Cult."
Bianca turned to look at Ceri. Most of the girls did. But any question they had were stopped by Ceri's appearance. Her face was vacant, almost washed out, and her eyes glowed luminous white.
"Ceri?" asked Bianca softly.
Ceri jumped and the glow left her eyes.
The parrot cawed and flapped his wings. "Well somebody's a knowledgeable little moppet. Gene Cults and Perfects. Deary me. The things you chiclets pick up. Next it will be Eternity Empresses and Pharaohs at the end of time."
Bianca ignored the parrot and, once more gathering her courage, placed her hand on Ceri's shoulder. The flesh was oddly cool and clammy. "Are you okay?"
"No!" wailed Ceri and whipped her head from side to side. "I'm not okay. Nothing's okay. But... But... this is worse. Ever since I came here... Ever since the mud... I've, I've seen things. Sometimes I'll look at something and I'll know what it is."
She pointed at a nearby tree. "I know that is a butia capitata palm." She pointed at the Hispanic mousy girl. "I know you are Camila Alvarez." She pointed at Tiffany "I know you are Tiffany Anchorage from Bridgehampton, New York. I know you have a mother, Francesca, a father, William, and that your father abuses you."
Tiffany was silent for a moment. Then she threw herself at Ceri, hands like claws. "Take it back," she screamed. "My daddy loves me! He loves me!"
Bianca stood in shock at Ceri's revelations. Camila showed less shock, and dragged Tiffany off Ceri. She led the still shaking girl away. It was incredible, unbelievable, but so much of the island was that.
"You can just look at things and know about them?" asked Bianca. It was a redundant question. As her mother would say, it was unneeded and therefor unwarranted. But she couldn't help but ask it.
Eyes downcast, Ceri nodded.
"Anytime and can you do it for everything?"
This time Ceri shook her head. "Sometimes I can almost feel it bubbling below the surface. And can, can push it out. But not always. Other times it comes on its own."
"And them?" Bianca pointed a finger at the waiting golden men. "They're really..." She made a whirling motion with her hand. "Perfects?"
"Yes, no." Ceri shook her head again, braid whipping from side to side. "Maybe? They should be, but they're wrong. I'm sure Perfects should be sexless."
Bianca's eyes wandered back to the Perfects and their huge hanging cocks. Despite herself, she bit her plump lower lip and moaned deep in her throat. What would it feel like to suck on such a member or let it split her body in two? Her knees wobbled and she gripped down on Ceri's shoulder to stop from falling.
"Well they're not sexless any more," said Beckie, sounding far more chipper than the situation called for. "In fact, they have the opposite problem. Those cocks are huge! Like way big." She spread her arms as far as she could reach. Her small pink tongue licked her dark lips.
God... Bianca moaned again and shook at the thought of her poor pre-teen body being sexually destroyed. Even a few hours before, the idea would have filled her with horror (and it certainly still did) but now a part of her craved it too. Her fingers twitched with suppressed desire to grab one of the great golden cocks and pump it until it sprayed cum all over her face.
"Bodyguards," she said, voice breathless. A drop of pussy-juice rolled down her legs and plopped almost audibly to the jungle floor. "They're strong?"
Ceri just nodded and fidgeted with her braid.
"Then we can't beat them," said Bianca. "We're eleven naked and unarmed girls. But." Her heart beat. She licked her lips. Her tiny clitty throbbed as if squeezed. "But there are only three of them. If they were distracted or busy, we can sneak passed.
"You heard Ceri. These are monsters from the future. We have to be smart. We have to beat this island and the first step is to beat these— these big gold idiots!" It was a bad word, which her mother would have spanked her for using, but fully justified now. "And to do that we need to work together!"
She looked over the group, meeting each set of eyes in turn. They all showed some mixture of hope and terror (at least barring Tiffany who showed her normal icy contempt). Beckie was the last. She looked resolute as always, ready to fight the world. She grinned, showed her teeth and gave a thumbs up.
"We split into two teams," said Bianca. "Half will keep the Perfects occupied. The other half will sneak around the back, grab enough fruit for everyone and then get back here."
"And who's going to bait those monsters?" said Tiffany, nose turned up. "Because if you think I'm going too..." She shivered but couldn't avoid shooting a longing look at the nearest Perfect's cock. It looked so big that even half-flaccid, Tiffany would struggle to wrap her small hands around its girth.
"I'll lead the baiting team," said Bianca. Her heart lurched. Her cunt twitched. Those cocks... "Who wants to volunteer?"
"You betcha!" said Beckie and stepped forward, but Bianca shook her head.
"I want you on the fruit team. Keep them organized and pointed in the right direction."
"You sure?" Beckie cocked her head and Bianca nodded. "Well okay then. Fruit it is!"
Geneva pranced forward. "I'll go," she said in a strange mixture of Texan drawl and feline yowl. Her furry cat ears twitched.
"Me too," whispered Poe. "Ceri isn't... I mean, she's not the only one." She shook her head. "I see things too."
"You do?" Ceri's head shot up, hope and wonder in her eyes.
"Yes, but not like you. I see... Echoes... But before they happen." She looked up, her strange black-and-white eyes intense. "I can see how the Perfects will move before they do. I can keep away."
Another power... Camp Mentempuer held dangerous secrets, but the time to solve them wasn't now. "Good," said Bianca. "Who else?"
In the end, Ceri and Samantha joined the team for a total of five baiters. Both were tall with long coltish legs. It wasn't much but perhaps it would count for something.
"Well let's get going," said Beckie and cracked a grin. "Ami, Jasmine, Bobby, Tiffany, Camila, we'll scout the edge of the clearing and attack from behind. Follow and keep quiet. Grab as much fruit as you can but at least two pieces. Once you've done that, sprint for the trees, lose anyone chasing you and meet back here."
Bianca watched them disappear with butterflies in her stomach. It was one thing to read about a dangerous plan in an adventure novel, like the Harry Potter books, but quite another to see it play out in real life. And Camp Mentempuer was no adventure novel. The consequences for failure here would be painful and very adult.
But there was no choice.
The baiter troop gathered in a sweaty group and advanced.
~#~
It was quieter in the clearing, that was the first thing Bianca noticed. In the hot steamy jungle, noise was everywhere. Insects chirped, squawked and buzzed. Birds sung. Branches shook and cracked and moved. The clearing formed a little oasis of calm from all that. The animals knew to stay away from the Perfects. A small part of Bianca wondered if that made them smarter than the campers.
The three Perfects responded to the baiter group's advance. Their heads turned, faces oddly impassive as if they wore masks rather than flesh. Only their eyes showed emotions and flashed with metallic colors. And their cocks of course. The gigantic lengths of blood filled meat hardened and rose.
Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock. Bianca licked her lips. A strange need twisted inside her belly and somehow she knew exactly what would fill it.
Wordlessly, the five girls split themselves between the three Perfects. Geneva took Perfect Number One to herself, prancing forward on the balls of her small feet. Her tail flicked and flowed behind her. Poe and Samantha took Number Two. That left Number Three for Bianca and Ceri.
"Hey you great big idiot!" shouted Bianca. Again that bad word. She felt a small twinge of guilt. "Look at me, look at me." She waved her hands and jumped some star jumps.
Perfect Number Three rose with the sensual grace of a cat and the strength of a tiger. Powerful muscles rippled under its — his, definitely his — skin. His irises were discs of beaten copper, which rippled like flowing water in the tropical sunlight.
Geneva screamed and Bianca shot around. Perfect Number One moved incredibly fast. In a split second, he covered the distance and grabbed for Geneva. Geneva threw herself clear and rolled hissing across the ground.
"Bianca!" screamed Ceri and shoved her to the side. Just in time. Perfect Number Three made his own grab. His great golden hands brushed Bianca's shoulder, but Bianca was already falling. She hit the grass hard, bit back tears, rolled clear and clambered to her feet.
Ceri backed away from the prowling Perfect. Her breath was short and sharp, part panic but also something else; sex juices coated her legs. Perfect Number Three's immense erect penis served as the vanguard of his advance.
"Look at me!" shouted Bianca and charged towards the Perfect from behind. He turned and, at the last second, Bianca jinked away. The Perfect pounced after, supernaturally fast.
"Me-me-me!" shouted Ceri from behind. The Perfect swiveled again and moved back towards Ceri.
"No me!" Bianca darted in almost close enough to tag the Perfect before jumping away again, the Perfect only inches behind.
"Over here!" The Perfect swung back to Ceri and Ceri set off running, her coltish legs long and powerful. He gave chase.
That gave Bianca a chance to catch her breath and look around. Poe and Samantha played their own game of keep-away. They tagged in and out. Once second Samantha would bait the Perfect, and then, when it seemed Perfect Number Two would surely catch the tall girl, Poe's monochrome eyes would glint and she would move in to draw the Perfect's attention back to her. The way they worked together was nothing short of amazing but if anything Geneva exceeded them.
The Perfects might move like superheroes, all unstoppable power (not the Bianca knew much about superheroes; in her mother's opinion comics were a regressive medium steeped in authoritarian themes) but it seemed Geneva wasn't quite human either. She danced around her Perfect, cat ears high and alert, tail twitching. Perfect Number One always seemed an inch from catching her but to Geneva, those inches might as well have been miles.
Of course, Bianca only had a second to see how the others were doing before she had to return her attention to Perfect Number Three. The golden man was rapidly catching up with the sprinting naked Ceri. Bianca would need to be quick if she was to intervene, so she bent, snatched up a small sharp stone from the ground and drew her arm back to throw.
"Get away from her!" she screamed and threw the stone with all her strength. There were a number scattered across the grass, so she snatched up a second and hurled it too. Both bounced off Number Three's golden back without leaving so much as a mark but it got his attention.
Perfect Number Three whipped round and advanced on Bianca, copper eyes flashing. His face was as impassive as ever, carved from stone, but his great cock pulsed with fiery passion. The sight made Bianca's knees shake and thighs quiver.
She turned and dashed, the Perfect hot on her heels. From behind came the crash of his footsteps. They shook her and made her clit buzz. From the corner of one eye, she could see the Dongle Fruit tree. Tiny black Beckie had some how clambered up into the branches and threw down the phallic fruit as fast as she could. One overripe fruit, gone an almost bruised purple, hit Tiffany right on the forehead and exploded into a wall of white-yellow mucus slime. The look of rank disgust on Tiffany's face was a sight to behold.
Bianca jinked left, just as the Perfect grabbed at her. The wind from his hand stirred hot humid air against her sweaty skin, but then she broke away. He turned and made a lightning fast second grab. This time his fingers scraped against her shoulder. Again she lunged forward and again she escaped by a hair's breadth.
God! Bianca shivered as pins-and-needles ran across her body. Her cunt juiced big time. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be caught... Maybe that great giant cock breaking open her body would fill the void that burned within her.
Her legs wavered for a second and she almost fell. No! Panic forced energy into her limbs and she dashed forward.
And then her foot caught on a rock and she smashed face first into the ground. The earth felt like a muffled hammer blow and mud oozed around her face. For a split second the shock stopped her thinking, but then the same panic as before hot-wired her body. She tried to spring to her feet but her limbs shook too badly. All she managed was to flop over and look up into copper discs that shimmered with lust.
The Perfect towered above her, his cock twitching as drops of clear liquid fell from the tip.
And then Ceri was there. "Me! Me! Me!" she shouted as she shot past on a diagonal. But the Perfect didn't even notice.
"No!" moaned Bianca as she scrabbled back and away.
It did no good.
In a blur the Perfect was on her. His powerful golden body crushed her down and forced her pre-teen legs apart. His vice-like hands clamped around her wrists, driving them into the mud.
"No," she screamed again as she felt his great cock push against her immature cunt. The head felt burning hot and a similar heat blazed in her sex. She wrenched herself from side to side but it was like trying to escape a mountain.
"Nooooooo!" she screamed a third time and his cock slammed home. It split her apart, so thick she felt she might rip in two. The pain was sickly, wrong and a terrible violation. But... But... Her clit buzzed, her cunt clamped down and an explosion went off inside her brain. Despite herself her legs came up and dragged the Perfect deeper inside her straining body.
The Perfect fucked her hard. His cock slammed in and out, powerful strokes that treated Bianca like a slab of meat. She sobbed at each thrust. She moaned at each thrust. She gloried at each thrust.
Don't fuck my pree-teen body, she thought. Don't ravage my insides. Don't batter me into a puddle of underage fuck juices. She bucked with her rapist, legs pulling him in with each bruising thrust of the Perfect's hips. Her mental refrains transformed from those of horrified rape to the sluttish cries of a sex kitten.
Behind the great golden back of the Perfect stood Ceri. She screamed and kicked and shoved the Perfect, but it did no good. The Perfect was a golden mountain and no more maneuverable.
"More," moaned Bianca as the cock hit her so hard it scooted her butt backwards along the ground. "Harder." Tears stun her eyes. A small, hidden part of her screamed in horror but it was buried for now. All that mattered was the sex and filling the blazing sickly fire that burnt within her. "Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Each battering, brusing thrust sent a wave of burning pleasure through her barely pubescent body. She felt it in her cunt, in her thundering heart, in her ragged breaths and even at the back of her teeth. Sex, fucking, cock, cum: she wanted, needed it all.
And all is what she got.
~#~
Twenty long minutes past. One thousand two hundred seconds of none stop loli breaking sex. The Perfect fucked her raw and didn't even slow when he busted his first nut. It took four orgasms before he even took a break.
"Fuck me," moaned Bianca as she bucked her hips at empty air. Gooey cum dribbled from her bruised and battered fuck slit. "Fuck me. Hurt me. Fill me. Fucking fuck me up!" Her body twisted as she sobbed. "Please, it hurts so much. Just fuck me." A burning need filled her sex. It consumed her, pushing everything else aside. She jabbed her fingers into her slit, forcing her digits deep. Her self ministrations felt fake, hollow. She needed cock, not fingers. Cock, cock, cock, cock, cock. She fucked herself harder, faster — fingers turning the Perfect's leavings into a froth. Steam rose from her fucked-out body.
"Grab her arms and run!" screamed Geneva and she tore by. She grabbed Bianca under her left arm, Ceri grabbed her right and together they half carried-half dragged her towards the trees.
"Hurry," shouted Samantha. "More are coming!"
Bianca opened her eyes. More Perfects were coming, great golden men with rock hard cocks. She struggled to get free. She needed those cocks, needed them more than she needed food, water or even air. They tore across the ground towards the retreating girls.
"Stop struggling!" cried Geneva in a feline yowl.
"Need them!" cried Bianca. It was hard to think and harder to form words not directly related to the fire between her legs. She needed sex. She needed cocks.
Samantha and Poe tore passed, heading right at the on coming Perfects. They both threw stones that bounced off golden heads and then split apart, each heading for a different exit from the glade. The Perfects followed. Bianca felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. The cocks were gone...
Geneva, Bianca and Ceri reached the trees, and the two unfucked girls dropped to their knees, taking deep gasping breaths. The fight was hard but now over. The remaining girls crowded around, worry on their faces.
"Are you okay?"
"You were fantastic out there!"
"I thought he had—"
"He did get Bianca.
"Look at her—"
Bianca continue to masturbate, fucking her red pre-teen slit with all her fingers. "Fuck me," she moaned. She bucked her girlish-hips into the air as she stretched her slit taught. All eyes were on her, licking at her body. It made her nipples ache and clit buzz.
"Get out of the way," shouted Beckie as the small black girl elbowed her way through the thong. "What is with you bitches and not helping! Tiffany if you don't move right now I'm going to smack you right in the face." Beckie appeared hanging just above Bianca. "Here, eat this."
Beckie held up a dongle fruit and shoved it straight into Bianca's mouth. The overripe fruit nearly exploded and organic slop splashed across Bianca's face and across her tongue. It tasted like rotting yogurt but as the rancid liquid oozed down her throat, she felt a coolness spread through her body. The fire in her cunt retreated to a background smolder. It didn't disappear, not completely, but she let her fingers fall from her bruised fuck-slit and felt relief.
Stained in mud, sweat, cum and cunt-juices, Bianca started to sob. Beckie pulled her into a hug and held her close.
"It's going to be okay," said Beckie. "It's going to be okay."
~#~
It was a subdued and quiet group of girls who limped back into Camp Mentempuer in the late afternoon. The experience had touched them all and, although they had all ate of the dongle fruit, the effects of the slut drug lingered.
Maddison and Trixie sat sprawled on the beat-up sofa outside the largest camp building. Maddison wore cut off jeans that left most of her legs bare, while Trixie wore a light yellow summer dress. Bianca couldn't help but feel that two such evil people should be engaged in some diabolical activity but, no, it was something almost depressingly normal. Maddison was painting Trixie's toes a very vivid pink. She blew on the nails to help them dry, then pushed Trixie's feet to the ground.
"Welcome back," said Maddison as she swept to her feet. "Bird?"
The parrot gave a raucous laugh and fluttered forward. It alighted on Maddison's shoulder and began muttering, too quiet to hear.
When the bird finished, Maddison turned back to the girls. Her face was pinched. "It seems you all did quite... well. But a little bird as told me one of you deserves a special reward." Her eyes passed over the girls like a flensing knife, before focusing on Bianca.
Bianca shivered and felt her knees shake. If not for Ceri's arm around her shoulders she might have fell. Looking into Maddison's eyes... The mistress might have said a reward but it was clearly anything but that. Her eyes showed annoyance tinged with a touch of anger and no pleasure at all.
"Trixie," said Maddison without taking her eyes from Bianca. "Go get your special toys."
Trixie spun to her feet and showed a wide toothy smile. "My special toys," she said — all cat, all cream. "I just love my special toys." She scampered away into the large building behind her.
"Bianca," said Maddison, "please step forward."
Bianca gathered her strength and readied herself to advance but Beckie beat her too it. Beckie pushed her way to the front of the throng of naked girls and positioned herself between Bianca and Maddison, hands on hips.
"What do you want with my friend?" she said.
Maddison's eyes darkened to lumps of coal. "Don't," she said softly, "make me get my bell." Beckie quivered but didn't back down.
"It's okay, Beckie," said Bianca and put her hand on the small black girl's shoulder. "I—" She took a step forward and winced in pain. "I can manage. Don't try to stop them; it will only make things worse."
She limped past Beckie and came to a stop just in front of Maddison. The taller girl stared down at her, contempt in her gaze. Beckie shivered again. Maddison was so adult — tall, fashionably dressed, with cleanly washed long black hair. Beckie by contrast was a state. Mud, sweat and fuck juices covered her naked, battered body. Her hair was even worse — a tangled mess, run through with clods of mud, leaves and small sticks. Put together, it made her feel very small, worthless and insignificant.
Trixie skipped back into view — her light summer dress held in a grotesque tent at crotch level. "Ta-da," she said and flipped her dress up. An immense black strap-on bulged from her crotch, held in place by a network of black leather straps. She finished pulling off the dress and tossed it to the side.
Oh no... Bianca felt her stomach drop in horror but also felt something else. A toxic black fire quickened in her cunt. It whispered to her. Fill me. Sate me. Cock. Fuck. Cum. Cunt.
Trixie tossed a second strap-on to Maddison, who slipped out of her jeans and strapped the cock around her waist. Its thick black head bounced as she advanced on Bianca.
Bianca felt her legs give way and fell to her knees. A hot red flush filled her mind, crowding out her brain. This couldn't be happening. It shouldn't be happening. And yet it was.
"Yeah, that's right," said Trixie. She grabbed Bianca's tangled hair in her fists and twisted the smaller girl's head until her lips almost touched her cock. "Give it a lick". She tapped the heavy rubber against Bianca's lips. "Come on. Just a little lick. Pretend it's an ice-cream mommy has bought for her baby girl."
"I'd do what she said," whispered Maddison from just behind Bianca's ear. Her hot breath raised hairs down Bianca's back. "She has quite a complex when it comes to that cock of hers. It took her virginity, you know." She leaned closer still and captured Bianca's earlobe. Her teeth bit down, more sharp than painful, but the message was clear. "Lick."
Slowly, body shaking, Bianca let her tongue slip from between her lips and drew it over the bulbous head of the strap-on. It tasted of lifeless rubber but Trixie quivered at the contact, for all the world as if it was a real cock.
"Good girl," said Trixie. "Mmm, really good girl." She petted Bianca's head like a favored pet. "Now open those pedobait lips of yours and give my cock a suck. Come on. Sucky, sucky time."
A sob rolled through Bianca's body and fat tears stung her eyes. She was twelve years old — a child. She wasn't meant to suck cocks or be fucked by monsters or be kidnapped by insane mistresses. However she had no choice. The threat and consequences were clear.
Bianca opened her lips a fraction of an inch and Trixie pushed forward. The cock speared inside, bruising her lips, filling her mouth and forcing wide her jaw until it hurt.
"Mmm," moaned Trixie as she rocked her hips back and forward. The cock fucked Bianca's mouth — violating her. It seized control of something which had always been hers — at least before coming to the hellscape that was Camp Mentempuer.
And then Trixie pushed forward even further and Bianca's gag reflex kicked her in the gut.
Mindless, she tried to rip her head free but Trixie held tight to her head by two fistfuls of hair. She tried to bite down but the rubber cock was hard between her teeth. Trixie did pull back an inch but it took several seconds before Bianca was in a fit state to notice.
"Shh, shh, shh," whispered Maddison as she wrapped her arms around Bianca's chest. "Don't fight the cock. Accept it." She reached towards Bianca's cunt. One long elegant finger slipped between Bianca's nether lips and came away wet with fuck juices. "Wet little slut, aren't you?" She made slow circles around Bianca's clit.
"Come on," said Trixie, "take it deeper. Really throat me now. Mmm. Nothing like a loli choking on your cock to liven up your day."
Bianca tried to fight it — she really did — but Trixie kept up her assault. She pushed forward again and again, sparking a gagging fit each time.
And then the fateful moment came in truth.
Bianca saw it come in the tensing of Trixie's naked body. Trixie was petite but athletic. Her intentions stood out clear in a way that would be invisible on a softer girl. Trixie's toned stomach tensed, her arms flexed and then she crashed home into Bianca's throat. The battering ram strap-on broke any barrier Bianca could raise and plunged deep.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, screamed a primeval part of Bianca's brain. Her throat spasmed around the invader. The strap-on was deep — fully inserted down Bianca's throat, which left Bianca's face pressed against Trixie's hips. Her entire body surged with panic. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Evil, bad, sex, cunt, cock.
Trixie held tight to Bianca's hair as she kept the smaller girl locked in place. Bianca choked and choked. She bucked her body, as she tried to rip herself free, but it didn't work. Trixie held tight. Bianca couldn't breathe. The cock blocked everything, filled everything. Her lungs gasped for air but found only void.
And— And— Maddison continued to diddle Bianca's clit. The sickly black fire flared brighter and brighter. It was a masochistic flame, that demanded to be sexually pummeled into submission. Break this body, it said. Drown in cum. Orgasm your mind away. Bianca needed it. Bianca hated it. She wanted sex and to never see a cock again.
And as the giant black strap-on violated her throat, an explosion went off behind her eyes. There in the middle of camp, Bianca shook with orgasm to her mouth rape. The world faded away to a buzzing pleasure filled black.
A wicked smile on her face, Trixie let go of Bianca's hair and shoved the girl away. Her long black cock drew free of Bianca's throat in a rush of saliva and came free with a wet pop. At once Bianca fell to the ground gasping for breath. She breathed in desperately, body surging with sudden fire, and retched it all back out again. Vomit mixed with spittle rolled down her face and chest. She felt awful, violated. The mistresses had sexually damaged her in a way she'd scarcely before considered. And yet... And yet... Deep in her cunt the black fire still burnt. Fill me, it sang. Fill me, batter me, sate me with cock and I might go away.
From her position sprawled on the ground, Bianca looked up. All ten of her fellow campers stared at her with horror. Tiny black Beckie looked ready to cry. Their eyes scraped at her soul and made her want to curl up and cry too.
Panting, still choking, Bianca looked up at Trixie. Her black cock shone with spit. Bright, blonde, pixie-like Trixie almost shone with joy.
"My turn," said Maddison.
"Wha—" croaked Bianca but then it was too late. The cock shot through her open lips and deep into her mouth.
Maddison wasn't naked like Trixie, at least not fully. She'd removed her cut-offs and panties but still wore a loose blouse. The black strap-on jutted from her crotch — every bit as big and thick and terrifying as its twin.
And now that cock was hammering into her throat.
"Feel that," said Trixie. Her hands closed around Bianca's neck as Maddison continued to batter back and forth. The huge cock slammed in and out, the head creating a bulge in Bianca's. "Loli bulge is where its at! We need to get you a choker to break!"
Bianca sobbed, tears and slobber ruining her face. The cock violated her. It was an instrument of sexual violence and destruction. The analyst inside her brain pointed out that all cocks were such instruments — symbols of the phallocentric patriarchy. But this cock wasn't abstract and, in as much as it was a symbol, that symbol was secondary to its primary purpose.
Maddison squirmed as she drank in the emotional and physical devastation she wrought. She forced her cock hard and deep into Bianca's already raped and damaged throat. She gloried in the degradation she wrought. Each trust debased Bianca further. Each thrust turned her little remaining innocence into loli pornography.
And that is what Bianca was. Pornography. A dehumanised toy to bring pleasure to her mistresses. The thick black cock killed the light inside her and she could only kneel there as Maddison raped her throat and Trixie played with her traitorous body.
It ended of course. How could it not. Maddison with withdraw her huge black plastic cock, whipped slime across Bianca's forehead and smiled a small sell satisfied smile.
Trixie and Maddison walked away and Bianca was alone in the universe. Less than alone, really. Even alone people have a body and Bianca couldn't even trust hers anymore. Oily slickness dripped from her cunt to the ground. The slut drug had left a terrible mark.
She was awful, a slut, a degenerate. A traitor to her gender. She couldn't even cry any more.
She was being hugged. Beckie grabbed her and pulled her into a bone creaking embrace. The tiny black girl sobbed the tears Bianca couldn't. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't— I couldn't. We can't let that happen. We must do..."
The compassion stirred something in Bianca. It rekindled a flame the mistresses thought they had just killed.
Bianca found her voice. "Beckie," she said, the words a hoarse whisper.
Beckie didn't hear. She just kept hugging and sobbing.
Gathering her strength, she spoke louder. "Beckie!" It hurt but this was important and the word cut through Beckie's hysterics.
"Bianca?" Timid, too quiet for such a boisterous girl.
"We can't let them win, Beckie," says Bianca, the words coming faster now. "We can't let them break us. No matter what they do to us. No matter what they make us do. We must survive this. Together."
"Of course." Beckie hiccuped through her tears. "Of course. Survive together. Survive."
Bianca grabbed Beckie's hands and squeezed. "We can do this. The mistresses, they're afraid. That's why they did this to me. They know that if we work together we can win their game." And then, heart pounding, she kissed Beckie's lips. It wasn't much more than a peck, friendly even, but the fluttering in her stomach was of a far purer and lighter sort than the slut drug's cock lust.
"Together," said Beckie. She pressed her forehead against Bianca's.
"Together."
~#~
The afternoon past slowly and Bianca took the time to recover from her ordeals. She stayed in her cabin with Beckie and didn't emerge until dinner. Dinner was a quieter affair than day before. Rather than pile humiliation upon humiliation, the mistresses decided to let the day's traumas stew and sink in.
The food was burgers and chips and, while Bianca couldn't be sure the ketchup wasn't secretly something disgusting, if it was the mistresses felt no need to reveal the details.
The sun set on a hot clammy day and the girls went to bed.
"Do you want..." said Bianca and couldn't quite finish the words. "I mean..."
"Lets have a sleep over!" says Beckie. She leaped onto the lower bunk and bounced up and down. "Come on."
Red faced, unable to say a word, Bianca curled up with Beckie and, with her friend's arms holding her close, fell into an exhausted sleep.
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civ /
co /
eh /
fit /
halp /
jew /
lit /
phi /
pr /
rnb /
sci /
tg /
w /
zom
]
[
a /
grim /
hi /
me /
rx /
vg /
weed /
wp /
x
]
[
ai /
cake /
cd /
d /
di /
elit /
fag /
fur /
gif /
h /
men /
pco /
s /
sh /
ss /
unf
]