Chapter 6

I didn’t even hear the alarm in the morning. Joni had already showered when she woke me up in time to take another shower. I was surprised to find that most of the aches and pains from last night’s violent sexual assault are gone. My stomach is still tender, as if I had been repeatedly punched in the stomach last night. But it’s not much more than just a twinge, not enough that it will 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 know the kids are already up. We can hear them through the thin wall between us.

The boys behaved differently this morning. I don’t know if it was because Mr. Moore isn’t with us or because they 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 is in charge in the absence of a counselor and he apparently doesn’t take any shit from anyone. He makes sure the other kids make their beds and clean up the bathroom after they’re 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 is much easier than sliding my mouth up and down his massive cock.

I know I’ve already done this with Joni. I saw it on the DVD yesterday. But I don’t remember it. I’m not really sure 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’d ever see. There, inches from my face, is another woman’s sex organ. It’s clean and hairless and looks surprisingly sexy. It’s just that even after watching that DVD yesterday I hadn’t given any thought to the actual mechanics of doing something like this. 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 certainly isn’t something I want 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!

I suppose she’s used to doing whatever it takes to entertain these young animals. I’m finding it a little more difficult to do what they want. I forced myself to kiss her vulva. I have never shaved my pussy. I don’t even trim it very often. My blonde hair is so light and fine and even at the age of twenty-eight it’s only a sparse covering. The only male who has ever seen my pubic hair before I came to this awful place was my husband and he seems to like my pubic hair this way. He has never suggested I shave it.

I’m amazed at how soft Joni’s skin is. There isn’t even a trace of stubble. She must shave that thing every day!

I finally stopped kissing and began licking her tight slit. I’m just following her lead, doing all the things to her she’s doing to me. It isn’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 am, and since I don’t have a choice, I kind of like it! I’m certain I would 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 all the terrible things they’re 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, much to my surprise, 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 am. 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’s 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 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 all watched me stir my coffee and sip it. After all the cum I ingested yesterday I guess I’m becoming inured to the smell. It’s still very noticeable. But despite the strong bleachy smell 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 continue to act as if I’m unaffected by this perverse little pleasure, the cook and the others will 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 wants us to do this morning. I’m in no hurry to find out. I’m certain whatever it is it will be degrading.

The boys have all returned to their seats and are waiting to find out what the day’s activities are 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 has turned white and her expression has become one of pure terror. I feel that knot in the pit of my stomach again. Whatever is about to happen I know it’s going to be very bad. I expected Mr. Moore to find some way to punish me for what I was forced to do with Deshane last night, as unfair as that is. It looks like this, whatever this is, is going to be it. I’m worried. The poorly concealed look of evil on Mr. Moore’s face and the ashen look of terror on Lara’s make it clear I should be worried. But I tried to take comfort from the fact that he promised 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 who 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 don’t know what’s happening but I know I’m not going to like it.

I’m crying quietly and whimpering like a small animal caught in a trap. I suppose that’s appropriate.

They took me to the fire pit and put me down on my back on one of the smooth logs the boys sit on in the evening. It’s still a little cool outside and there’s a thin coating of dew on the log but I hardly noticed that minor discomfort.

I didn’t fight them. But I pleaded with them not to hurt me. They only smiled and used the ropes 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 can almost feel the anticipation in the air as they gathered closer.

I held my breath, waiting anxiously to hear what fate I’m about to suffer. I’m so scared I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to control my bladder. I felt lips on my forehead and opened my eyes. Through my tears I see Joni looking down at me. She’s crying, too. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Honey, it’s 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. And don’t lose your cool because you know how badly these bastards want to take you to the barn.”

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. He held up his hand and when the boys grew quiet he 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’s the worst kind of panic. It’s the panic you experience being totally helpless and know you’re about to have a great deal of pain inflicted on you for the soul purpose of providing a bunch of sadists with a little amusement. There’s not one thing I can do to defend myself.

I waited breathlessly for the pain I know is 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 who have gathered even closer, “The first thing you have to keep in mind is that there’s an accepted method of doing this that produces the most satisfaction to the people who are doing their best to straighten a young lady out and make her do what she’s told. You don’t want to pull out too many hairs at a time. Carefully select three or four hairs which 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’s 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’re 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 out 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’s 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 it was until that very moment that I truly realized what hate is. I’ve probably used the word as much as anyone. But it was only then that I recognized what I feel for Mr. Moore and for Deshane is 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 who were 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 it out. That way I never seemed to achieve that numbness Joni promised me.

Some of the boys jerked the hairs out. But most had apparently been impressed by the results Deshane 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 lunchtime 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’s crying nearly as hard as me! I sipped at the milkshake she 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 feel like it’s 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 dinnertime I had stopped screaming. I only whimpered now. That’s the only response 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 worried there must be some sinister motive for it. They have to be finding all this torture to which I’m being subjected arousing. They’re just that kind of guys.