The Camp I couldn't believe I was actually here. I looked around me to see people that looked like your average campers, except that I knew they were here for the same reason that I was here. I shivered at the thought. I never would've imagined that I would have the nerve to do something like this. I was going to live my most secret fantasy. I was going to be a sex slave. "Attention, slaves." A beautiful middle aged woman spoke to our small group. She was wearing form fitting khaki pants and a denim shirt. Her abundant long red hair framed her bright green eyes. There was nothing unusual about her appearance other than the cat-o-nine tails hanging from her belt loop and the handcuffs that she toyed with in her hands. She continued, "Welcome to our little retreat. My name is Mistress Miranda. You have been carefully chosen by our residents to serve and to please. You have willingly agreed to do so. Therefore, at no time are you to question the motives or desires of your Master or Mistress." Everyone shifted a bit uneasily. The reality of what was happening began to sink in for all of us. Here we were in a beautifully rustic lodge, sitting in a semi-circle, looking to all the world like a group of seasoned campers, but actually we were a group of sex slaves with varying degrees of experience. My eyes gazed upward at the wooden beams of the lodge. No, this was no ordinary lodge. Large metal rings were spaced evenly on the beams. I counted at least 4 sets. There were matching bolts on the floor. The walls were "decorated" with the usual camping supplies, lanterns, etc, as well as whips, cuffs, belts, clamps, and chains of various sizes. A cabinet on the north wall displayed butt plugs, dildoes, and vibrators of many shapes and sizes. Next to the cabinet was a table upon which were several items that looked like small attache' cases. One was open to show a set of 5 butt plugs, varying from a very slim size to one that had to be at least 3 or 4 inches around. I felt my nipples harden. "You may now remove all of your clothing." said Mistress Miranda. She looked like a lioness up on the small platform at the head of the semi-circle. Her voice carried the confident authority of a dominatrix. "Fold your clothes into a neat pile in front of you. When you are finished you are to kneel with your knees spread. Clasp your hands behind your neck, with your elbows pulled back." My fingers fumbled with the buttons on my cotton shirt. I wondered if anyone noticed my nervousness. After removing and folding my shirt, I took off my shoes and socks. I tugged at the zipper of my jeans and realized that for the first time my shaved pussy would be visible to everyone here as I was not wearing panties. I pulled my worn out jeans over my shapely hips (I was a perfect hourglass). The cool air kissed my bare buttocks. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I burned with excitement that felt so naughty. Then I unhooked the front clasp bra I was wearing, my breasts popping out, firm, full, and round. My nipples long and hard. I looked up and caught an admirable stare from Mistress Miranda. Suddenly my knees felt weak. I wanted this so badly, to be at the mercy of others, to be used like a little slutty whore, to please my Master or Mistress with my entire being. I wondered if I would be able to do that. I had so little self control. At the moment, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and finger my wet cunt. Instead I took a deep breath and knelt down in the required position with my clothes neatly piled in front of me. I clasped my hands behind my neck, pushing my elbows back which in turn lifted my breasts up and out. I looked around the room. There were 12 of us. A neat dozen. All sizes and shapes. Women and men. Naked. Shaved and unshaved. We kneeled in submission, awaiting our next command. After caressing the warm brown breasts and pulling on the large hard nipples of a nubile young woman, Mistress Miranda ordered the woman to quickly gather the clothing. The woman, Sirah, tried to regain her composure and do as requested. She clearly had enjoyed Mistress Miranda toying with her breasts as much as the rest of us enjoyed watching and imagining our own subjugation. Sirah was nearly finished with the clothing when she stumbled and dropped several neat piles into a large mess on the flloor. She scrambled to pick them, her hands visibly shaking with nervousness. "Sirah." The Mistress spoke. "Ma'am, I'm sorry I was so clumsy. I guess that I'm just a bit nervous, Ma'am." "Sirah, I understand that. However, you know that perfection can only be achieved through good discipline. So after you pick up those clothes I'd like for you to come to the center of this little circle and experience the consequences of your actions." Sirah returned to the circle. "On your knees slave sirah. Hands behind your neck, elbows back. Everyone should see the breasts of a clumsy whore." Mistress Miranda flicked the tip of her crop between Sirah's knees, "Spread them further." Now she slipped the crop deep between Sirah's legs. It came out wet. "Not only are you clumsy, but you are unable to control yourself. My crop is wet with your cunt juices. You were not able to do your task properly because you were unable to get your slutty little mind off your own wanton desires. Isn' t that so, bitch?" Sirah was visibly growing weaker with desire. "Y-y-yes, Mistress." Her breasts quivered ever so sensuosly that I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I wanted to be her and at the same time I wanted to run, to leave, before that could ever happen. "Sirah, before we continue this little performance, the Others will join us. They were expecting to meet their new little toys, but I'm sure they won't mind the delay. It will be a good lesson for all of our whores." Just as Mistress Miranda said this, the door to the lodge opened and in walked several men and woman. They stood behind us to witness Sirah's "lesson." "Miranda, a lesson so soon? My, but you are so eager to teach!" Laughed a large burly looking man. He had dark blonde hair with a dark beard and mustache. He was wearing a black leather jacket and bluejeans. His name was Mason. Although I didn't know it now, I would be learning a few lessons from Mason. "Mason, my dear! Your new toy managed to make a mess with the clothes and put us behind schedule. Then I discovered that her cunt is soaking with juice. Seems she has her mind on fucking rather than the task at hand. So I figured it was a good time for a 'lesson'." "Of course, Miranda! Proceed as you desire." Mason smiled relishing the event at hand. Miranda circled Sirah. "Lean forward with your head to the floor. Reach behind you and spread your buttocks." There was a gasp from Sirah as she complied. Now she had no secrets. All was revealed. Her brown anus winked at the crowd and her juices glistened on her wet lips. "Sirah, you are a wanton slut. Everyone can see the juices flowing from your fuckhole. Your ass needs filling doesn't it, Sirah? You want nothing more to be fucked and fucked good. Right now, Sirah, you need to be punished. This is but a small punishment. You will receive 10 kisses from my crop, slut. You will count each one and thank me for each. If you should lose count we will begin again. However, we will add a slave to join you. He or she will have to endure the consequences of your carelessness. Now, put your hands down on the floor and push that ass up high for my kisses." "Yes, Ma'am. As you wish." Sirah said quietly, her asscheeks quivering. Miranda raised the crop and down it came on the firm left cheek of Sirah's bottom. "One kiss. Thank you, Mistress Miranda." and again the crop kissed Sirah's smooth skin. "Two kisses. Thank you, Mistress Miranda." and so it went, Sirah's voice becoming more emotional, her cunt oozing juices, and her skin taking on a reddish glow. It was the last whack of the crop that made Sirah forget to count. It smacked her dead center on her puckered anus and wet furrow. She cried out and rolled over without permission. Her body jerking in unbidden orgasmic energy. "Sirah!!!! On your knees, head down, and raise that little brown ass. We will start again. This time, Alison will join you." My world rocked as I heard my name called from the lips of Miranda. Sirah had failed and now I would join her in her humiliation. "Alison. Here, " She pointed to a place next to Sirah. Our faces would be looking at each other but our buttocks would be on display in opposite directions. "On your knees, head to the floor, your face towards Sirah. Yes that's it. Now reach behind you, cunt, and spread those cheeks for all to see." I did as I was told. I could barely breath and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My swollen cuntlips were wet. I spread my ass and my face reddened with shame as my hardened clit, my hungry cunt, and my asshole became visible to all. "Sirah couldn't control her needy cunt. How about you, Alison?" Suddenly I felt a finger exploring my wet sex. I moaned. "Oh my, yes! Your fuck hole is ready. You want to be fucked, slut?" "Yes, Ma'am." My cunt squeezed the finger that was invading it. I wanted more. "My finger feels good doesn't it, bitch?" She worked her finger in and out slowly, occasionally pinching my clit as well. "Let's see what you think of my crop! Mason, would you do me the honor of joining me? You take care of your new little cunt, Sirah, and I'll take care of this one." Miranda said the words with such relish I knew that my ass would be hot with red stripes after she was finished. "Hands down, bitch. Raise that round ass to receive my kisses." I looked at Sirah. Her breath was quick and I thought that her heart was probably beating out of control the way mine was. I saw Master Mason step up behind her. He looked magnificent. I was wondering how his cock would feel in my ass when suddenly I felt the burning sting of Miranda's crop on my skin. Simultaneously Mason struck Sirah's ass with a cat o' nines and she cried out, "One kiss, Thank you, Sir." And again. And again. My skin was on fire. And then it was over. Sweat dripped from my face. I wished I could fuck everyone in the room. "Sirah, you will now put away the clothes you dropped." Sirah rose up on shakey legs. I watched her leave to do her task. I waited for my next command. "Alison looks like she needs some attention, Conner." Conner? Who is Conner? "Conner, come claim this soaking pussy." "Well, Miranda, it seemed you were having such fun with her I wondered if you were going to allow me to do that." A voice with the tone and timbre of a smooth bass spoke teasingly. Even though I was curious I averted my eyes. I felt a large strong hand brush lightly over my asschecks. "Nice work, Miranda. Not a break in the skin anywhere but beautiful red stripes. And her fuckhole is quite wet." Conner's fingers spread my lips and entered my pussy. "Alison, you are such a whore. You cannot hide it. You want to be fucked. And you will be fucked. Often. And hard. Your asshole impaled until you feel you will split. Your cunt, fisted, fucked, eaten. Your tits, bound, pinched, spanked, and sucked. You will be the whore you were born to be." Conner's words inflamed me. I moaned pitifully. Pushing my pussy back to get more of this stranger's fingers into me. Yes, I thought. Please, please fuck me. Fist me. "Fist you?" Conner asked. "Why yes, little cunt. I will stuff this wet hole with my hand." Had I spoken? I was in such a frenzy that I didn't even know that I had said spoken my thoughts aloud. I wanted to be fisted. I had desired that but never had experienced it. "Tonight at our group campfire we will see how much your holes can take, Alison. Before that, I think we will get to know each other better. Mistress Miranda, if you'll excuse us, I believe my bitch and I will be going to my cabin. I'm sure the Others are eager to meet their toys." "Very good, Master Conner." Conner withdrew his fingers from my wet cunt. He stood before me then. "Sit up. Look at me, Alison." I looked up to see a tall man, rugged looking, with long black slightly curly hair. His dark eyes penetrated my soul and I trembled with desire. He wore jeans, with hiking boots, and a chambray shirt open at the neck revealing a muscular chest. He raised his hand to his face smelling the juice of my cunt. Then he put his fingers to my mouth. "Taste your lust, bitch." I opened my mouth and lovingly licked the cum of my cunt from his fingers. It tasted sweet. The aroma strong. Yes, indeed it was lust. "Now stand. Hands behind your neck. Elbows back." I stood as commanded. From a shirt pocket Master Conner pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. He stroked my hard nipples making them even harder and longer. Pulling on my right nipple he placed on the clamp. I closed my eyes and moaned. Then he did the same with the other nipple. He pulled on the chain connecting the clamps, lifting my breasts up and away from body. Then he let go and they bounced, the clamps biting into my nipples, making them throb. Using both of his hands he simultaneously slapped both of my breasts. They jiggled, the clamps remaining in place. "Very nice." Master Conner smiled. "You like the feel of that, don't you, cunt?" "Yes, Sir." "You will follow me now. We will go to my cabin." I followed him out the door of the lodge into the daylight of the forest. Thus began my life at the camp.