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Jumping Hotdog's Stories JumpingHotdog 19/02/13(Wed)19:25 No. 25953 ID: c27a6c

I've been posting my stories to ASSTR for a while now, but since ASSTR is pretty much dead as far as comments go, I'm trying to branch out and post in some new places too.

Chiefly my stories focus on mind control, BDSM and young girls.

My ASSTR archive is here

https://www.asstr.org/~JumpingHotdog/index.html

And I'll post my new stories below.


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Home Sweet Home JumpingHotdog+ 19/02/13(Wed)19:28 No. 25954 ID: c27a6c

==Home Sweet Home==
< fF, gb, cd, Mg, gF, Mf, bd, anal, ds, ws, rape, inc, mc

> Katie invites the new kid in school to visit her home, but her family is anything but normal.

I've been trying to start writing again and so forced myself to sit down and finish this idea. This fic is in the style of a Nicholas Fellheimer / Phil Phantom story, meaning its filled with badly justified (hopefully) hot, somewhat abusive sex that sucks in a whole family.

The basic plot is: a gender unspecified 'new kid' is invite by 15 year old Katie to visit her house. They then visit each family member in term, where sexy things happen. Ages range from 8 to milf and features straight and lesbian cake.

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"Here it is, home sweet home," said Katie as she pushed open the front door. "Come in. Don't be shy, new kid. Changing schools can be hard but I just know we'll be best of friends."

Katie slipped off her black patent leather shoes, walked inside and looked around. A dark frown swum across her pretty face. "Mom! Mom! Get your skank-ass here right the fuck now. We have a guest."

A terrified yelp came from a side room and a woman dashed into the hallway. She fell to her knees before Katie and bowed her head. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I was—"

Katie slapped her across the face. Hard. A red hand print glowed on the middle aged woman's cheek. "I don't fucking care what you were doing," screamed Katie. "You're to be here when guests arrive to greet them."

Katie turned back around. "I am sorry, new kid. Daddy says she's a particularly stupid bitch but if we don't teach her, she'll never learn. Anyway, new kid, this is my Mom. Mom, this is the new kid from school."

The woman was in her early forties and seemed to be made from tits and ass. Her voluptuous body barely fit into a provocatively cut french maid's outfit. A minimalist top left most of her cleavage bare, with a lace ruffle only just covering her nipples. The accompanying skirt barely covered her sizable ass and left miles of creamy white leg bare.

"Punishment position," said Katie, voice cold.

Her mother shivered but complied. Still kneeling, she spread her legs slightly and tucked her hands into the small of her back. She looked up and met her daughter's eyes. Katie sniffed, drew back her foot and punted her mother right in the cunt.

The wet fleshy sound echoed in the hall and something like an electric shock went through the abused woman. Her face scrunched up, tears glittered in her eyes and she rocked back and forth for several seconds. Finally she mastered herself and let out a breath.

"Thank you, Mistress, for correcting this dumb cunt."

"And you should be. Hey, new kid. Want to punish her too? It's really fun. No? Well, doesn't matter."

Katie shut the front door and then turned back to her mother. "Mom, tell the new kid what you pretend to be?"

"I pretend to be a lawyer, Mistress."

Katie laughed. "A lawyer? Can you imagine it? This bitch not only pretending to be a person but a lawyer. I don't know how she got away with it for so long. If I was a judge and saw her strutting that ass down my court room, I'd slap her face, throw her over the nearest table and corn-hole her ass hard. Luckily, Daddy set her right. What happens to your lawyer money now, Mom?"

"I throw it away, Mistress."

"That's right." Katie's laugh was like chiming crystals. "A pretend lawyer can only earn pretend money, so it would be like stealing to spend it. Sometimes we stuff it up her cunt, the twins and me, or make her eat it. That's great fun. Hey, cunt. When's your next paycheck."

"Not for two weeks, Mistress."

"Shame. New kid, you'll need to come back then. It's great fun. Now, Mom, tell the new kid where you get your non-pretend money?"

Again tears beaded in the older woman's eyes. "I'm a whore, Mistress."

"Yep." Katie smiled wide. "A dirty prostitute. Daddy sends her out every night and if she doesn't come back with enough cash, well, she doesn't get to eat the next day. Not that a little starving would hurt this bitch. Just look at those tits and ass. Nothing like my body at all." Katie spun in place. At fifteen, she had a youth's beauty. Her body was hard and tight, with just the hint of a bubble butt under a short skirt and a set of nicely sized tits under a button-up top.

"You are very beautiful, Mistress."

Katie slapped her mother again, adding another glowing hand print. "If I wanted the opinion of a tired old whore, I would ask for it."

"Yes, Mistress. Sorry Mistress."

"I think we're done with her for now," said Katie and took the new kid's hand. "Come on. I'll introduce you to the others."

Katie scampered up a steep set of stairs and then began poking her head into a series of rooms. "Nope. Not here. Ah, here they are."

She threw open the door fully and strode inside.

"New kid, meet the twins. Twins, meet the new kid at my school."

They both waved without turning around.

The twins, both girls, sat in front of a huge TV. They mashed away at a pair of game pads as they blasted through a two person shooter game. A chat box hung at the side of the screen, holding a scrolling tide of messages. They were streaming?

The twins appeared at most twelve years old and wore matching catholic school uniforms — tight blouses and pleated skirts. Their matching blonde hair was cut short, save for their twin pig-tails, and they had wide cherubic faces. Both wore a mic and headphone combo.

"This is April and Jamie," said Katie, pointing from left to right. "And no, they are not identical. They just look a lot alike. They're also some of the hottest Twitch thot on the dark web. Maybe you've heard of them? No? Well, don't worry. I'll give you the onion link before you go."

"Ah, fragged you!" said Jamie. On the screen, an explosion bloomed and April cursed. "Now suck it, sis."

"Fine," she huffed and set her controller down. She rolled her eyes, flipped up Jamie's skirt and fished out her (his?) cock. It was hard inside a tight set of plane white panties and precum created a wet spot on the front.

"Yeah," said Katie right in the new kid's ear. "Jamie use to be James before Daddy realized the truth. But Jamie's much better now, much happier. April and James used to fight all the time. But then Daddy got Jamie some cute little tits, a makeover and a new wardrobe, and now they spend all their time together."

"Well, you pervs," said April into her mic as she held her sister's pink twitching cock in her small hands. "I lost. That means I need to take my sister's slab of meat into my little loli mouth."

The chat went crazy. "Suck it. Deep throat. Paint her face." More vulgar things still.

She opened her mouth wide, showing the small cavity filled with tiny teeth. She probed her darting tongue with a finger.

"You want me to take this hot cock in here? Will it even fit?"

The chat's consensus was "Yes!!!"

"Less talking, more sucking," said Jamie and pushed her sister's head down. April moaned as the head of Jamie's cock pushed past her cherry pink lips. She bobbed up and down, sucking for all her worth.

"Nothing to say, new kid? You're not freaked out by a little incest, are you?" Katie draped herself over her new friend's back. "I thought you were cool. You are right? Well that's good."

"This is what losers get," hissed Jamie, her eyes half shut. "Bet you wish you got me. Then I could be sucking that strap-on of yours. But, no, I won. And now you're a slut with her sister's cock down her throat." Jamie thrust her tight skirt covered ass up, driving her cock deep. "Going to break your throat. Going to fuck you stupid."

Jamie let out a long feminine moan. She raised her hands and pulled her blouse open. Hidden inside was a cute pair of tits, little more than tea-cups but headed by bubble-gum colored nipples that seemed to jump off her chest. She rolled her left nipple between her fingers, pressing, squeezing, teasing.

"Fuck, you give good head, sis."

April pulled back, a cat-and-cream smile on her face. "I was born to suck your cock." She sucked her again, long and slow and deep. The cock disappeared between her lips and she kept going until her nose touched Jamie's hairless crotch. Then she popped back up. "I was born sucking your cock."

"Let's give the stream something else to look at," said Jamie. She reached forward and flipped April's skirt up and over her ass. The stream got a clear view of April's white panties. They hugged her not-quite-developing hips and outlined her tight coin-edge cunt. April shook her ass for the viewers.

Jamie took a tight grip on her sister's pigtails and set to work for all she was worth. She forced April's head up and down, faster, harder. The blow job became a hard face fuck and slobber dripped down April's chin.

"Going to cum down your slutty throat," Jamie hissed. "Going to fill your mouth with my cum."

April rubbed her thighs together as a wet spot grew on her panties.

"Slut loves it!" crowed the stream. "Fuck her harder. Fuck her deeper."

The room grew hot with the twins' passion. Jamie began to gasp, short sharp breaths.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed as she forced April down as deep as she would go. Jamie's small hairless balls twitched and she thrust her hips. Once, twice, thrice, four times. And then she let out a long sigh and went limp.

April pull back, a wide smile on her lips. She turned to face the camera and opened her mouth wide. A pearly pool of sperm filled her mouth. She closed her mouth, made a show of swallowing and then opened again. The cum was gone.

For a few moments neither twin said anything. They just watched the chat declare this there best show yet, the hottest thing ever and how hard they would rape both twins if they ever found out where they lived.

When the storm finally died down, Jamie asked, "Ready to go again?"

"You know it." April's eyes glinted with evil light. "But if I win this one, I want your ass. I think the stream will love you cumming your little balls empty on my strap-on."

"You're on," said Jamie. "But when I win it's going to be my cock in your ass. I hope the viewers like your screams."

They both took up their controllers and the match started in earnest.

"Let's leave them too it," said Katie as she led the new kid out of the room. "They'll be busy for a while and there are plenty of people still to meet. Let's go see Janet next."

Janet's room had a lock on the door — the only one anywhere in the hallway. Katie slid the large bolt open with a loud clunk and skipped inside.

"New kid," she said with a flourish of her hand, "this is my older sister Janet. Janet, this is the new kid in my class."

Janet screamed and flailed.

The woman on the bed was a mess. Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed in months. Sweat, grime and sex juices clung to her naked body. Her eyes were wild and bloodshot.

She was also tied, gagged and fully airtight.

Bungee cords held Janet's arms, legs, hips and neck to the fuck-stained mattress. She strained at them and the elastic material gave only slightly as it dug into her flesh. An immense ball gag strained her lips, a huge dildo plugged her matted hairy cunt and a smaller silver vibe buzzed away in her ass. Clamps dug into her fat nipples and her large breasts flopped as she struggled to escape.

"Miss me, sis?" Katie jumped up onto the bed and knee walked over to her sister's head. She popped the ball gag free.

"Oh God!" screamed Janet. She looked at the new kid. "You've got to help me. They've all gone insane. He's—"

Katie let out a long suffering sigh and forced the gag back into place. "Daddy says Janet is a bad girl and needs to learn the hard way. Not like me. I'm a good girl. But she'll become a good girl too if we all work hard."

She reached down and unstrapped the dildo that filled Janet's cunt. The thing was huge and seemed to never end as Katie drew it forth. The black rubber dripped with cunt slime, every inch, until the huge head burst forth with a wet gulp. The thing looked bigger than a fist!

Bereft of its former occupant, Janet's cunt gaped. It was an angry red cave of abused flesh rubbed, raw by much abuse.

"Watch this," said Katie. She raised her hands, wiggled her fingers, and then made a fist with her left. She placed that at the entrance to her sister's cunt and slowly pushed her hand inside. Honestly, as stretched as Janet was, it wasn't even hard. First hand, then wrist and then most of Katie's arm disappeared into Janet's depths. Then Katie placed her second hand next to the first and began to worm that in too.

That was a step too far as far as Janet was concerned. She screamed into her gag and fought her bonds. The elastic cords around her limbs had some give but not nearly enough. She shook from side to side, the heavy metal clamps doing terrible things to her nipples.

"Look, new kid. No hands!" With a final wet slurp, Katie forced her second hand completely inside her sister's cunt and made her fingers into a fist.

If the initial assault was too much, this second indignity broke poor Janet. The shape of arms distorted older the sister's mons and stomach. Janet went dead in her bonds, a long low whine escaping her gag.

"You have to be a good girl, sis," said Katie as she shoved forward with her arms. As tight as Janet's cunt was, that didn't result in deeper penetration as much as rocking Janet on her bed. "Be a good girl and you can come out and play. Be a good girl and we can be a family again — you, me, April, Jamie and little Beckie."

She continued her double fist fuck — thrust, thrust, thrust. The violation was immense, beyond comprehension. Janet just lay in her bonds, her mind gone somewhere far, far away.

Finally Katie grew tired of her game. She forced her fists free of her sister and shoved the dildo plug back into place. Cunt slime dripped from her arms, in places almost up to the elbow. She cleaned herself up using her sister's hair, then jumped off the bed.

"I think it's time you met Daddy," she said. "He'll probably be with Beckie down in the living room. Well, what are you waiting for, new kid. Let's get going."

Katie led the way back down the stairs and through a side door. A rhythmic yipping yelp came from inside.

"I'm Daddy's good girl but Beckie's his special girl," explained Katie. "Sometimes I'm super jelly but I just have to focus on being the best good girl I can."

And there, inside the room, was Beckie and the man who must be Daddy.

He was not a large man but rather of average size, slightly gangly, with a high domed forehead and thinning black hair. He sat naked on a high backed leather chair and speared on his cock was Beckie.

If Daddy wasn't big, Beckie was tiny. She barely looked eight years old — as flat as a board and completely pre-pubescent. She was fit too. Her small body was without any fat and even had a hint of muscle in places. Her cunt looked completely untouched, an un-plucked flower. Her ass was another story.

Daddy's cock speared Beckie's ass and the young girl rode him up and down. She pushed with her muscular thighs, rose until the cock was only just inside the rosebud of her pre-teen ass and then dropped, letting gravity do the work. She released a yipping sound each time the meaty invader struck home.

"New kid," said Katie, "this is Daddy and Beckie. Everyone, this is the new kid at my school."

"Welcome to our home," said Daddy. The dark pits of his overshadowed eyes seemed to drink in the light.

Beckie didn't say anything. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip as she focused on ass fucking herself. The cock speared her colon good and deep.

"Why don't you come greet me properly," said Daddy.

"Of course!" Katie skipped forward and kissed her Daddy hard on the lips. Her tongue danced inside his mouth as she macked for all she was worth. Finally she pulled back, panting for breath but with a loopy grin on her face.

"Present," said Daddy.

Katie widened her legs, stood up straight and slipped her hands into the small of her back. Even as Beckie continued to ride his cock, Daddy reached forward and popped open the buttons on Katie's shirt. Once all were undone, he flipped the shirt open, revealing Katie's baby blue bra. It just hid her breasts — large perfectly formed handfuls.

Daddy's fingers were long, knobbly and almost spider like. They popped open the front catch of Katie's bra and it fell away. Whatever else she used the bra for, it wasn't to support her breasts. Katie's tits didn't move at all. They stood proud, perfectly formed mounds on her fifteen year old chest. Her nipples were hard nubs and her areolas the lightest shade of pink.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" said Daddy. "The perfect teenage sexpot." He rolled her nipples between his fingers. Katie moaned, her hips rolling forward slightly as if to fuck a cock that wasn't there.

"I've worked very hard on her," said Daddy. He squeezed her tits, fingers digging deep into the taught flesh. "I can do anything to her and she'll love it."

"Katie," he said, his voice a touch harder. "What would you do if I told you to fuck the entire football team?"

"I'd fuck them," she said without a moment's hesitation. There was a catch in her voice, though, one of raw arousal.

"And if I told you to seduce all your little cheerleader friends?"

"I'd eat out every single one. Dumb bitches wouldn't stand a chance."

Katie was panting now, raw need filling her body as her chest heaved.

"Cum for me," he said and squeezed down on her nipples hard. Katie did.

"Oh God!" she wailed. Her body shook, a quiver going from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. A flush turned her face red, her knees almost gave out and she only caught herself on the edge of Daddy's seat. Girl-cum dribbled down her thighs. For long seconds all she could do was stand there and gasp through the aftermath. Daddy smiled a self satisfied smile as he continued to play with Katie's tits.

And all that time Beckie continued her backdoor cock ride. The cock slammed in and out of her tight asshole. It seemed impossible that it would fit. Beckie was a tiny girl and this was an adult's cock. But somehow it did.

Sweat glittered on Beckie's body, tiny beads that made her almost glow. Her front teeth, slightly to large to start with, bit down hard into her lower lip.

"Almost," she moaned. Yip. "Almost." Yip. "Soon." Yip. "Cum." Yip. "Soon."

"Mom!" screamed Katie. She pushed herself upright. "Mom! Get in here now. Beckie needs you. If there's a mess, I'm using your hair to mop it up while the twins whip your ass raw."

A commotion came from the door and then Katie's mother was there. One tit popped free of her french maid top as she rounded the corner — a well used fuck-bag with none of her daughter's youthful resilience.

Beckie let loose a cry like a strangled animal, as she let herself fall one final time. Her pre-teen body grounded out and Daddy's balls twitched. Red hot sperm vomited into her colon and that was enough to tip Beckie over the edge.

The little girl came. Her ass spasmed around the invading cock. Her legs gave out completely, as she fell back against Daddy. Her prepubescent cunt twitched.

And then she lost control over her bladder. An arc of golden piss shot from Beckie's untouched cunt. The girl's mother let out a terrified yelp and dove forward. She just got her mouth to Beckie in time. Pungent golden liquid splashed her face and then her lips sealed over Beckie's piss hole. Her throat throbbed as she drank and drank and drank.

It seemed to go on forever — Beckie's orgasm, the long stream of piss and Daddy's cum. The smells of hot cunt filled the room, so heavy it seemed almost physical. But even Daddy's special girl's orgasm had to end at some point.

With a tired sigh, Beckie kicked her mother away (the blow sent the older woman stumbling back onto her ass) and lifted herself off Daddy's cock. Free of the intruder at last, her ass gaped but youth is an amazing thing and her rosebud soon closed. Equally amazing, Daddy's cock was still hard. It stood tall and proud from his lap — not very thick but long and very hard.

"I think that's for you, new kid," said Katie, eyes locked on the cock. She licked her lips but finally forced her attention away.

"You don't like cocks much, right?" she said. "I can see you don't in your eyes. It's girls that do it for you. Well, you can fuck me and April and Jamie all you want, even Mom and Janet if you feel like slumming a bit. All you need to do is give Daddy's cock a little kiss. Don't even need to suck it, not properly. It's a respect thing more than anything else."

Katie's clear blue eyes focused on the new kid.

"So what's it going to be, new kid? All the pussy you could want, my friendship, a home sweet home away from home when you need it and all for one little kiss? Seems like a deal to me."

Behind her Daddy smiled and his dark eyes seemed to eat the world.


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Anonymous 19/02/17(Sun)22:18 No. 25965 ID: 5815ef

As a long-time, olde-skool Phil Phantom / Nick Fellheimer fanboy, this is goddamn fantastic. Well done; I would love, love, LOVE to see more!


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JumpingHotdog 19/02/18(Mon)19:56 No. 25970 ID: ed0746

>>25965
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed. I'm trying to make myself write at the moment, to get back in the habit, so hopefully I'll have more soon. I don't think it will be a direct squeal to this but I have a few ideas. I'm aiming to write a peace about time travel and selfcest next, still short but hopefully a bit longer than Home Sweet Home.


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Anonymous 19/02/19(Tue)00:36 No. 25971 ID: d2cee5

>>25970
Anything that has the extreme style of Phil Phantom, Nick Fellheimer or PuppyLoverDawn is PURE FUCKING GOLD in my book. :)

Keep writing whatever you damn well please, and i’ll Look forward to seeing it!


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Anonymous 19/02/27(Wed)18:13 No. 25989 ID: db4adf

>>25970
I absolutely loved skater girl are any of your stories written in the same style?


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JumpingHotdog 19/02/27(Wed)19:26 No. 25990 ID: 42c724

>>25989
The Game of Bones and Camp Mentempuer — Day One (day two coming eventually, promise!) are the closest, more so Game of Bones. But neither are exactly the same. Skater Girl has a rather unique flavor in its downwards spiral that my other stories lack.


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Anonymous 19/03/01(Fri)19:31 No. 25992 ID: db596b

I’m really digging the Primrose Primer story. Can we get one of those that’s even more extreme?


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Anonymous 19/03/02(Sat)09:50 No. 25993 ID: adc925

This is some fucked up shit, I love it. Any recommendations for authors you like?


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7chan.org JumpingHotdog 19/03/02(Sat)12:06 No. 25994 ID: 21eace

>>25992
What type of extreme do you like? I'm more into the emotional side that out and out torture porn but I do have an idea for the latter.

Main idea is this: main loli character wakes up in a strange bed in a strange place. She goes out the bed room, sees no-one and wonders down the hall. And is then brutally killed by a trap. An indeterminate amount of time later, she wakes up back in bed. The basic idea is the main loli save scrumming her way through a tower filled death traps. She can also get power-ups from some of the death-trap challenges, but loses them each death. So to get the Rose-sword she has to fight the Rose Garden Loli, which means a hard fight and getting ripped up, at least a little, by rose thorns.

>>25993
As luck would have it, I have a recommendation page.

https://www.asstr.org/~JumpingHotdog/Recommendations.html

I particularly recommend Programming by The Pediatrician and the Libertarian Utopia stories by Bernd Lauert.


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Anonymous 19/04/13(Sat)19:33 No. 26049 ID: 4ea7b8

>>25994
Great recommendations! Any chance of seeing more from you here?


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Anonymous 19/06/01(Sat)16:58 No. 26078 ID: e2b27a

>>25953
>mfw you're the one who wrote game of bones
I've cummed so much to that. Her losing the game and forever becoming a mindless sex slave to her brother. You've got some writing skills friend.
Do you know any places where I could find some stories on young girls dominating and humiliating men/boys. Basically gdom + humiliation is my fetish.


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JumpingHotdog 19/06/07(Fri)11:42 No. 26081 ID: 773223

>>26049
Thanks!

I've got a few stories in the works. Not sure when they'll be done, though. They are longer, multi chapter works and I'm holding off on posting until I've got more done.

>>26078

Thanks a bunch! I can't think of any gdom on men/boy stories. It's a rather rare genre. I remember reading some stories by Young_Lesbian_Femdom on ASSTR years ago but they were gdom on women.


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JumpingHotdog 20/12/30(Wed)18:06 No. 27110 ID: 68665f

==Jumping Hotdog's Camp Mentempuer - Day One==

>Twelve year old Bianca wakes up to find herself on a strange island. She soon meets a talking parrot, is told she must overcome diverse challenges and faces her first dangerous enemy. More importantly, she learns the island is no adventure story from a young adult novel. Beset by vicious enemies set on sexual violation, Bianca's only hope lies in reaching Camp Mentempuer, but might the camp contain even greater horrors than the guards set to keep her from it?

This is an older story but stayed tuned. New chapter coming right up.

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Bianca looked around. Two dozen girls filled the beach, none appearing older than twelve. None wore a stitch of clothing, making guessing their ages easy. They lay like discarded dolls on the sand. Some were face down, little-girl asses in the air, while others were face up, small or nonexistent titties on display.

A tiny black girl lay near the tide line. The serf washed in and rolled over her toes before pulling back. Her dark skin glimmered with salty sheen. She didn't stir and only the slight rise and fall of her flat, bare chest spoke to her continued life.

Despite that sparkle, Bianca couldn't take her eyes off the black girl's cunny. It was so small and, well, black, so very different from her own pink pussy. Butterflies battered her stomach, so many of them, and she didn't know what to do.

A parrot flapped down from the sky and landed on the sand. Bianca used the commotion to tear her eyes from the other girl's private parts. At first the parrot didn't notice Bianca. It fluttered its brilliant blue and red wings and then walked among the sleeping girls.

"Nice and tight," it said and head buttered a sleeping blonde in her baby bubble butt. Next, it fluttered up onto the chest of a brunette and stared down into her face. "Pretty face," it said and its clawed feet dug into her mosquito-bite tits.

From that elevated perch it looked around and spotted Bianca. It cocked its avian head and its beady black eyes stared.

"You're not meant to be awake," said the parrot.

"You can talk!" shouted Bianca. She jabbed a finger. Animals were not meant to talk. She was very sure on that.

"Of course I can't talk," said the parrot and shot a panicked look around. "I'm a parrot. Um. I mean squawk. Squawk, squawk?"

Bianca narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, okay, I can talk. But that's not the main thing. What are you doing awake?"

"I..." Bianca didn't know what to say to that. She rubbed her face with a hand. It came away crusty with sand. She looked down and saw a girl-shaped indentation near her feet.

She didn't remember waking up; she didn't remember standing up. She'd been... She'd been asleep in bed with a bad cold and the next moment standing here.

She looked around again. This time she took in more than the discarded sleeping girls. She was on a tropical beach. Crystal clear water washed gently against picturesque yellow sand. Beyond the sand were palm trees and dense green foliage. From the middle of that broke a great volcanic peak.

"You're meant to wake up with the rest of the subjects," said the parrot. "You're not a member of the elect are you?"

"What?"

"Never ranked among the parliament of creation either?"

Bianca gave the bird a confused look.

"Hum, I'll take that as a no. Not from the future either I'd wager. Tell me, moppet, did granny ever fuck a god?"

"I beg your pardon." Bianca drew herself up, as she'd seen her mummy do in the past. She set hands on her hips. "For a parrot, which shouldn't be talking at all, you have a very dirty mouth. If my mommy was here, she'd wash it out with soap."

"And for a naked, pre-teen strumpet you've got a very high opinion of yourself! Humans! Answer me this, if you're so great, why don't you have feathers as beautiful as mine?"

He fluttered his marvelous blue and red feathers, and Bianca had to admit he might have a point there.

"Tell me what is going on," said Bianca.

"Right, right," said the parrot and hopped off the girl he was standing on. He beat his wings and landed just in front of Bianca. "You know those stories where the everygirl heroine is whisked off to a magical world of wonder and adventure?"

Bianca bit her lip. "Mommy says I'm only allowed to read lit-e-ra-ry fiction. She's a professor. She's says john-ra fiction rots the mind."

"If you never read the good kind of stories, moppet, how do you know it stars pre-teen pumpkins carried off for magical escapades?"

"I—" Bianca opened and closed her mouth a few times.

"Someone's been a bad little moppet. Do you have Harry Potter squirreled away under your mattress?" The parrot threw back his head and let loose a burst of raven-like laughter. "Anyway, that doesn't really matter, because as I was saying, those stories of magic and adventure? This isn't one of them. You drew the hangman's card, moppet, the black bean, snake eye's, the Frenchman's ace, the Wrong Turn on 16th Street, the Two Step with Only One End, the—"

"You're making those up!"

"Right, um, well." He fluttered his wings. "Well, that doesn't matter because the rest of the moppets should be waking up right about... Now."

Perfectly on cue, the two dozen naked girls began to stir. They rolled and moaned. They pushed their sweaty sandy naked bodies off the ground. None screamed. Indeed, Bianca could only see a dazed glassiness in their eyes.

Without saying a word, they turned to face the parrot.

"Rise and shine, little moppets," said the parrot and danced a little on his clawed feet, "and listen up. The effects of the drugs should be wearing off soon, but I want you quiet for a little bit longer. I have a speech to make."

He ruffled out his chest feathers and when he spoke again, it was with a very different voice.

"Hello subjects," he said, though it was a girl's voice that came out of his beak, shrill and nasal in the way of some Americans, "and welcome to Mount Mentempuer, a wonderful island volcanic paradise a long way from anywhere you have ever heard of.

"You have each been selected to partake in a vitally important experiment. The challenges you face will be tough, but know that by completing them you are advancing the great work."

"Give me the mic." The voice was different, still a girl's but younger.

The parrot made a scrabbling sound. "No quit it. We agreed I'd give the speech!"

"But you're missing bits out!

"Both of you shut up," said the parrot in a third girl's voice, this one British. "There, I'll be doing this."

"Over the next several days," said the British girl through the parrot, "you will experience the likes of which you have never before seen. I will tell you more in person, but for that you must reach the safe camp. To get there, just follow the beach right and climb the marked trail. I'd run fast if I was you; the hypno-hyenas will be released in... Two minutes. Good luck!"

The assembled girls blinked and the dullness faded from there eyes. Before they'd completely recovered, the parrot erupted into the air in a flapping of blue and red wings. He disappeared into the tropical forest.

Bianca didn't know what to think. Talking animals, volcanic paradise, experiments, challenges, hypno-hyenas? What did that all mean?

In the gaggle of girls, a tall redhead screamed. She covered her flat chest and hairless cunt, tried to cover her ass at the same time and fell sprawling to the ground. That set the rest of them off. They shrieked, hollered and cried. They ran in a panic but only succeeded in tripping over each other and falling to the ground in a pile of tangled girl-flesh.

"Pist!"

Bianca turned to look and saw the parrot sitting in a tree. He was talking in his normal voice again and waved a wing. "I like you, moppet," he said, "so I'll tell you this, even though I really shouldn't. They weren't joking. Run, run like your life depends on it because it really does."

His piece said, the parrot disappeared into the trees.

Bianca still didn't know what was going on but running seemed like a really good idea. Weren't the heroes of her secret books always following the advice of strange old sages, or talking animals or other weird things?

And she couldn't just abandon the other girls either. It was clear they weren't going anywhere on their own. She'd need to step up and lead. It was just like dealing with the younger girls in her Lamplighter Troop.

"Run!" she shouted. They barely heard. "Run and follow me!" That said, she set off down the beach as fast as her legs would carry her. Mommy approved of a sensible amount of athletics.

Seeing her running was enough and they followed in a hoard.

"What's happening!" shouted one.

"Where are we?"

"I want my daddy. Where's my daddy. Daddy!"

But they were running and that was the main thing.

The hot sand crunched under Bianca's bare feet as she pounded ahead. She had no idea what hypno-hyenas were but they sounded bad. She'd once saw The Lion King at a slumber party at a friends house and the hyenas in that had been monsters!

Light flashed behind and Bianca risked a look over her shoulder. Six great dog-cat things lay crouched on the sand. They were huge creatures, larger than the smaller girls. They opened their eyes and Bianca froze. The eyes swirled with spiral colors. The colors drew her deeper and deeper, further and further. Bianca fell and felt like she might never stop.

The hyenas sprung forward towards the fleeing girls, and Bianca did nothing. She couldn't do anything. Some other girls had turned to look. They too stood frozen. The rest ran in a screaming panic and the hyenas were screaming too. They let loose yip-yip-yapping sounds, like the laughter of devils.

The lead hypno-hyena reached the first of the frozen girls. He was smaller than some of the other animals, but lean, fast and powerful, with huge feet and a lolling red tongue. His victim was an almost stick-thing girl, with a large nose and tangled black hair. He leaped into the air, knocked her to the ground and then forced her onto hands-and-knees. A long red cock lolled from between his legs.

The hypnotic haze left her eyes but by then it was too late. The hypno-hyena slammed his crimson doggy cock into the girl in a single sharp thrust. The girl screamed. She wailed. She swung her head, hair wild and face stained with tears. The hyena speared her again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster. His weight crushed her to the ground but the beast didn't care. His every thrust sent his victim scraping across the sand.

The immobility that locked Bianca's limbs spread to her heart. She could almost feel the thrusts that shook the body of the innocent girl. Animals and people. The idea was sickening. Horrible. Who could even think to do such a thing?

Other hyenas claimed victims. Most took frozen girls but the two biggest chased after the fleeing flock. Those girls were almost past Bianca now, only a few stragglers left.

The largest of the two set his spiraling gaze on Bianca as he tore forward. His cock hung long, hard and red between his legs and bounced with each bounding step. Clear liquid drooled from the tip.

Those steps were like the drums of death to poor Bianca. She screamed internally. No! No! She tried to shake her head, tried to cry, but couldn't. This wasn't suppose to happen. Nothing like this was meant to happen! This was wrong, so very very wrong.

At the last moment a tiny black blur ran full force into Bianca and knocked them both sprawling to the ground. With the site of the hypnotic eyes blocked, control rushed back into Bianca's body like the first rains after a crippling drought.

The hyena yapped and jumped. Bianca didn't look back — knew she couldn't look back — and just kicked as hard as she could. Her foot met the snout of the hyena and it let loose a pained cry.

"Come on!" shouted Bianca and grabbed the tiny black girl's hand. She staggered to her feet and pulled the tiny, naked and sand smeared black girl with her. They ran for their lives.

~#~

Bianca and the tiny black girl ran down the beach hand-in-hand as fast as they could. Cries of girlish pain and eerie otherworldly howls came from behind. Bianca could just see the rest of the girls up ahead; they were milling about in a confused huddle.

"Run!" she shouted. She could hear the sounds of pursuit from behind her. "Run. Run. Run!"

The hypno-hyenas howled in answer.

"What's your name," said Bianca through panted breaths.

"Beckie," gasped the girl.

"Okay, Beckie, you need to help me get the other girls moving."

She nodded her cornrowed head.

"Run, run, run," they both shouted as they tore into the back of the group.

A handful of girls looked back and at once froze in place, eyes glazing over as the hypno-hyenas ceased them. Bianca let go of Beckie's hand and together they forced the frozen girls to look away.

The girls had stopped before a large sign that guarded the entrance to a clear-cut path leading deeper into the island and up a rocky hill. It said two things: 'Safe Camp this way' and 'Warning: Mutagenic Mud'.

Even Bianca wavered at the precipice. The monsters responsible for the island had already set horrific horny animals on them. What might mutagenic mud entail?

It really didn't matter.

Bianca tore ahead. The path was stony and small rocks stabbed at her bare feet. Once more driven by her example, the others followed.

Hypno-hyenas whooped from behind and a girl's screamed as she was torn down. The sloppy sounds of violent bestial copulation followed. Bianca shook with the desire to turn back and help, but she couldn't. Anything but going forward would mean capture by the hyenas' hypnotic spiral eyes. Tears stinging her eyes, she pressed on.

The rabble of screaming, crying girls ran along the path as fast as their young legs would carry them, but they had to stop when they reached a strange gorge.

It was fifty feet wide and crossed by three narrow plank bridges. Four, maybe five feet below the planks bubbled countless mud pits. A noxious odor filled the air and the heat rising from the pits was hot enough to scold.

"We have to go across!" shouted Bianca. "Carefully. One at a time and no shoving." She grabbed the nearest girl by the shoulder and pushed her onto the center bridge. Beckie did the same one bridge over and soon a slow stream of girls were balancing their way across the shallow gorge. Hot liquid mud gurgled and steamed all around them.

The screams of the captured rang out from behind and with each shout, Bianca needed to repress the almost overwhelming desire to turn and look. It was a torture almost as bad as the hyena's themselves. None of the heroes and heroines in her secret books had to deal with this. Harry Potter had to fight with Voldemort but even he never had to contend with magical beasts set on rape.

Finally the last girl stepped onto the bridge and Bianca followed. The planks were hard and rough under her bare feet and the heavy, hot air made balancing harder than she'd imagined. She reached out to both sides with her hands and hurried forward as fast as she could.

Up a head the foremost girls reached the far side of the gorge. Two looked back and immediately froze in place, eyes going dull. Their friends shook them loose and they didn't turn back again.

Seeing them safe, Bianca focused on her own predicament and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the first of the small raised islands that lay scattered across the gorge.

Off to the left a giant bubble burst loose from the mud pit. Bianca saw a gelatinous blob arcing straight for her. Horror filling her chest, she raised her arms to shield her face and—

Oh God it burnt. Bianca screamed as a burning drop splattered on her arm. It hurt like a fanged maw was boring its way to her bones. It hurt like molten metal. It hurt worst than the hardest spanking her mommy had ever given her, even those times she'd been really, really bad.

Wild with pain, she shook her arm until her joints ached and the last of the clinging mud finally flew away. The skin was scolded red where the mud had landed but more, a spider web of golden marks covered half her arm. The marks showed through pale transparent skin, like seams of gold in a rock.

What the mud had done was impossible, inhuman, but the monsters who ran the island had proved they had few limits.

Face clenched to hide the burning pain that still assailed her, Bianca pushed on.

Looking ahead, Bianca could see she wasn't the only one splashed by the mutagenic mud. Other girls nursed burn marks and strange mutations. One dusky skinned girl had gone green down half her body. Another now had transparent flesh along one arm, only the bones visible in a watery tube.

Some weren't so lucky. A young Asian girl writhed and jerked on the ground, mouth locked open in a soundless scream. The mud had taken her full in her bare, pre-teen chest. As she spasmed, her breasts grew and grew. They ballooned up until they were great round bags bigger than her head, then bigger than basket balls, then bigger than—

From behind the hypno-hyenas let loose their devilish laughter and padded feet scraped on wooden planks. Empathic pain clawing at her, Bianca looked away and pushed on. She couldn't focus on every girl and had to save herself.

Bianca had almost reached the next island when a rumbling sound ran through the bubbling mud pits. They almost sounded hungry.

With a noise like a great gulp, a gigantic geyser erupted in the center of the gorge. The wave of mud washed a rotund Indian girl right off a plank. She felt screaming into the muck, pigtails flailing

Others panicked too. A scream went up from everyone nearby as they threw themselves back and clear. More made a desperate dash forward, in a few cases even barging slower travelers aside. Mud flew threw the air. Girls screamed as mutagenic ooze burned and changed them.

Despite everything, Bianca kept her calm. She pushed forward, step after step.

A vortex gurgled to life in the largest of the mud pools. Bianca braced herself for another titanic geyser but that wasn't what appeared. A gigantic abominable figure erupted from the ooze. It was a monster made of mud, with the face of a pre-teen Indian girl.

The monster-girl roared and screamed. She brought down an immense arm made of mud and smashed a plank in two. The impact sent a girl flying and she only just caught a grip on the nearest island.

The monster turned on Bianca and stomped towards her. Her feet kicked up waves of mud that poisoned the walkways and islands.

With the monster and the broken bridge ahead, Bianca did the only thing she could. She clenched her tear stained eyes shut, spun and sprinted back the way she'd come.

Her feet thudded against the rough wood of the boards. She counted each step. One. Two. Three. Four. How much longer? How much further? She tried to keep her mental map of the mud pits intact but it was hard. Images of suffering girls filled her mind and the terrors that preyed upon them.

From behind the monster-girl roared again and from in front the hypno-hyenas yapped and barked. She could almost feel their hypnotic gazes through her clenched shut eyes, hooks seeking her soul.

Her foot touched the rock and dried mud of an island and she jinked left. Almost there. Almost there. She risked opening one eye to judge distance, sighted the nearest island with an intact bridge and sprinted. At the last moment she leaped.

Her stomach flew up into her throat as she flew. The mud soared underneath. Heat baked her tender, naked girl-flesh. She stretched out her fingers as far as they would go and just, just, caught the edge of the island. Her toes hung a split inch above the mud. The heat scolded her and she yanked her body up until her chest scraped against the rough surface of safety.

Bianca ached body and soul. She wanted to just lie on the island, panting until the world stopped hurting. That was impossible.

She pushed herself up and sited along the intact bridge. All girls still upright were across. The way looked clear. The monster-girl was still a threat but she hadn't noticed Bianca again yet. Bianca set off at a dead sprint, far faster than was safe.

On the way to safety she reached the island where the Asian girl still battled her titanic tits. Turning away was impossible now. Harry Potter wouldn't turn away.

"Come on!" she shouted and pulled the girl up by her flailing arm, careful not to touch the drying mud.

The Asian girl was weak, near delirious. Her breasts were so heavy they almost dragged her down. But Bianca made her walk, made her move. Bianca threw an arm across the other girl's shoulders and together they hobbled to safety.

Bianca collapsed as she reached the grass at the far side. She fell panting to the ground. "Throw the bridges," she gasped between breaths. "Throw the bridges and the monsters can't get us."

The assembled girls milled about. None moved. Some just sat huddled on the ground crying. Others watched the world with near dead eyes.

"Get moving!" shouted Beckie as she shoved two girls into action. "If we freeze, unfreeze us," she said to the others.

Together they heaved, shoved and kicked the two intact bridges into the mud, which ate them whole with a satisfied belch. Once that was done, Beckie arranged teams to gather jungle foliage to scrape away the toxic mud that still clung to some girls. Finally relieved of her mutagenic covering, the Asian girl sank into unconsciousness with a painful whimper. Her tits didn't shrink. They remained huge for any age, let alone a twelve year old Asian girl.

~#~

The tired, terrified girls used the relative safety of their current situation to get a rest, but Bianca knew they couldn't wait too long. The hypno-hyenas would find another way around or some other horror would attack.

After fifteen minutes Bianca pushed herself upright on her wavering legs. "We need to go on. We're not safe here. We need to reach the camp."

The other girls muttered and murmured.

"We need to go!" shouted Bianca and then Beckie was standing beside her.

"She's right," said the tiny black girl. "We can't stay here. The camp is our only hope."

The girls slowly rose to their feet and, with Bianca in the lead, started up the rough stony path.

It wasn't long before they saw their second sign.

"Vi-o-la-tor vines?" said one of the girls, a young Hispanic thing whose hair fell in pigtails. "What's that?"

"It doesn't matter," said Bianca, though inside she worried that it might in fact matter a lot. "The second line says Safe Camp this way, so this is the way we need to go."

The girls pushed on but it was a nervous advance now. They'd passed the tipping point. What might be ahead was now more terrifying than what was behind

Bianca knew what vines were (sort of rope like plants) and she had a rough idea what a violator was (someone who broke rules) but she wasn't sure how the two ideas fit together. She kept a worried eye on the high dense foliage that lined the path. Palm and jungle trees, leafy plants and fantastical flowers grew in great abundance. Animals sung and shouted from within its hidden depths. She even thought she heard the cry of parrots but these birds at least didn't speak English.

All her watchfulness didn't do her any good.

A green blur struck from the leaf covered bows of a tree and rapped around her foot. She screamed as the vine went taught and yanked her into the air.

The other girls were screaming too and more vines were striking from ambush. There was no order, no control. Girls ran in every direction and then were simply gone as their attackers dragged them into the air.

Bianca kicked and twisted in her bondage but the vine just grew tighter.

A second creeper shot out from a different tree and wrapped around her chest. It pulsed with unseen fluids and twitched as it constricted around her chest, crushing her tiny tits and making it that much harder to breathe. That didn't stop her struggling though. She jerked her body with all her core strength. The vines just crushed more and more.

A third vine unrolled from yet another tree and grabbed her only free leg. The vine grew taught and dragged her flailing legs apart, baring her hidden private cunny to the world.

Then the forth vine came.

It was slower than the first three. Bianca could even watch its advance. The blunt head was curled upwards like a snake ready to strike. It tapped against both her thighs and her skin tingled at the touch. The head kept moving forward. It pressed against her and—

Bianca's eyes shot open as the vine tore into her pussy. She jerked and struggled against the invader but that only caused it to move faster and harder. It quested deep within her depths, until Bianca felt she might explode. When it couldn't go any further without forcing Bianca's stomach out her mouth, it pulled back but only so it could thunder back in again with even greater speed and power.

Saps and strange liquids pulsed along the vine as it pumped in and out of Bianca's tight pre-teen body. She resisted it with everything she had. She tried to clench down against the intruder, but that didn't work. She tried to wrestle free, but the vines held her taught. She screamed her protest, but the assaulting creepers either didn't have ears to hear or didn't care.

It stretched her past the point of pain. It ripped open that which had never been ripped open. It violated a body not yet grown ready for sex. And yet somehow Bianca responded to its forceful advances.

The vine at her crotch battered in and out of her like a great cock, but it was more than that. It was like a snake. It twisted and turned, its stiff yet yielding body touching Bianca places she didn't even know existed.

She could feel a pleasure growing within her and her flesh tingled with it. She didn't know what it was, couldn't explain it, couldn't understand it.

Despite herself she let loose a strange girlish groan. Her sex sung with pleasure, particularly the tiny nub just above the entrance. Her skin danced with it. A coiled spring wound tighter and tighter in her guts.

The vine battered her harder and harder and then she was cumming. A wave of release raced through her. Bianca cried with it, fat heavy tears. She fought it and the vines both. Her attempts to batter back the wave of pleasure only made her release stronger.

Every muscle in her body twitched. Each and every one of her cells added its own voice to the rape-song that consumed her. And yet still the vines plundered on, going faster, attacking harder, squeezing tighter.

The wave of pleasure left her and she felt hollow.

There was nothing she could do. Nothing. The vines would rape her forever. They'd fuck her pussy until it split open from her pleasure, and after that they'd probably move onto other openings.

Bianca stopped struggling. She stopped resisting. She just lay back in the vines' grip and let the plants do their dastardly work.

The cock vine slammed in and out of her pre-teen body, but some how she again found pleasure in the invasion. Her tiny clitty buzzed away and the velvet flesh of her pussy sung a song all its own.

A second orgasm rolled through her, both the second of the rape and the very second of her life. It was softer than the first, gentle, like the warm sea of a tropical island. A flush ran through her skin and her pussy milked the vine that so invaded it.

As the afterglow washed through her limp body, the creepers retreated. The violator vine at her pussy pulled out, dripping cunt juices and its own strange secretions. The vines around her feet and chest slowly loosened as they lowered her down, until she fell the final few feet and smacked butt first onto the ground.

For several seconds Bianca didn't know what had happened. The vines had released her, but why? She started to cry, a paradoxical bawling that she couldn't even begin to understand. She'd accepted her rape, given up, and the vines had thrown her away. She'd finally stopped struggling for freedom and they'd thrust it upon her anyway.

She looked up and about. Vines battered away at a dozen hanging girls. Taught creepers slammed in and out of their pussies, assholes and in a few cases mouths. The vines pulsed with their internal liquids, driving the plants to motion and action. All the girls were bound tight. Vines like taught green ropes wrapped around their limbs and torsos.

She spied tiny black Beckie high in the sky. Vines had all four of her limbs stretched taught as three other vines battered her holes. She choked and writhed as a vine forced its pulsating way down her throat. She bucked her hips as a vine ripped open her black pre-teen sex to show the pink inside. She curled her toes so hard her legs vibrated as a thin sinuous vine forced its way up her ass.

And... And that made sense.

Bianca's eyes opened wide with realization. The vines fought back. The more you struggled, the more they violated. Only when Bianca gave up had she escaped. It was perfectly logical that a scrappy fighter like Beckie would be so assailed. There was no way she would give up. No way she would do anything less than fight with her all. It was Harry Potter accepting his death in the Forbidden Forest and in doing so saving both himself and everyone else.

And Bianca knew Beckie would go on fighting unless she knew the truth.

Bianca staggered to her feet and stood bow legged, her pussy tender from its fucking.

"You have to let them," she shouted at the top of her voice, so loud in fact her throat hurt. "They fight back. Just let them take you. Let them fuck you without fighting and they'll let you go."

That was easier said than done, of course.

Bianca rushed to the lowest hanging girl. It was the Asian girl who had been mutated to have giant tits. The vines were making the most of those titanic targets and squeezed them tight. Cream colored milk oozed from the nipples and dropped to the ground. Bianca looked down. A damp puddle lay there.

That wasn't the only thing they were doing. A vine was deep in the Asian girl's throat. It was fat enough that her jaw was forced unnaturally open to accommodate it. Her body twisted in resistance. Jerk, jerk, jerk.

Bianca put her hand on the girl's shoulder. She jumped but Bianca made soothing noises.

"You have to relax," Bianca said as she stroked the girl's back. "Relax and it will let you go." She leaned close, and whispered just like her mummy in their intimate mother-daughter moments. "Trust me. Please."

A tension collapsed inside the girl. There was a physical component yes, but it was mostly psychic. One moment she was an opponent, the next an accomplice.

The vines pulsed one final time and then unwound. The Asian girl collapsed to the ground.

Bianca looked at the other hanging girls. There were a lot of them but she had no choice. She would save everyone she could.

~#~

Of the two dozen girls who started the race, Bianca counted half that number when they finally limped into the safe camp. The hypno-hyenas had taken some, the mutagenic mud others, a few had proven incapable of accepting their rapes and still hung in the trees, assaulted endlessly by violator vines, and two had simply given up on the route, lying down and refusing to move despite how much Bianca might beg.

A high arched gate marked the boundary of the safe camp. As they walked through, Bianca gathered her energy and looked around. A scattering of wooden cabins stood among outdoor camp amenities such as open-plan showers, long fire pits, wooden picnic benches and metallic spires which looked like cellphone towers.

None of that drew Bianca's attention, though.

Three teenage girls lounged on a beat-up sofa in front of the largest building. They were older than Bianca and the others, easily sixteen, seventeen or maybe even eighteen years old. Also unlike everyone else in the camp, they wore clothes, if what they wore could really be called such. Bianca doubted her mommy would give their coverings such a title.

The smallest and from appearances youngest girl lay lengthways across the sofa, head on the far left armrest, butt on her middle friends lap and feet resting on the crotch of the final girl. She wore a crop-top with 'Baby's First Bum-Fuck' written on it and had an impish smile to match. The expression seemed at home on her round face with its button nose and blonde hair in a wild pixie cut.

In the middle sat the oldest looking girl. She was almost prim and proper, at least by comparison to her friends, and wore a skimpy t-shirt, shorts, sandals and not much else. She had long, shiny black hair, which she wore pulled back into a loose ponytail. A pair of thin, wire-frame glasses perched on her nose.

The final girl was the oddest. She had bright green hair and enough metal through her face to sink a battleship. Rings covered her ears, nose and eyebrows. Studs shot from her lips and tongue. She wore a ripped and lacerated black t-shirt (through which long, hard nipples showed, pierced with bars of course) and a short cheerleader shirt in the same color. She idly played with the bare feet in her lap.

The middle girl waved a lazy hand. "Welcome to Camp Mentempuer," she said and Bianca recognized her from her voice. This was the British girl from the parrot's speech. "I am Maddison. The blonde trollop is Trixie." She pointed at the girl lying in her lap.

"Ooh," said Trixie in a nasal American voice as she leered at the naked huddling girls. "Some pretty ones here."

Maddison snorted and pointed at the last of her companions. "And our green haired friend is Bonnibel. Smile Bonnibel. Show them how friendly we can be."

Bonnibel smiled. Her teeth looked worryingly sharp.

Maddison pushed Trixie off her lap and swept to her feet. She was tall, with long bare legs that seemed to go on forever.

Despite herself, Bianca felt her eyes tracing those shapely legs and the butterflies battered at her tummy again. Would she ever have legs as tall, long and graceful as that? At twelve years old she still had short, girlish legs, round in places with baby fat.

"Now, I believe I promised you answers."

The assembled naked girls stirred at that. Even battered, weary and suffering trauma induced shock, such words were still enough to raise a few heads.

"Answers are strange things," said Maddison and tabbed one cheek with a finger. "Some times you like them, and other times you don't."

She looked at the girls and Bianca felt Maddison's piercing gaze tear into her very soul.

"You can think of us as the Mistresses. You are here to help us with our experiments. We have been assigned a task, a great task, and what we discover here will be of use to certain powers. I will not tell you the details of our experiment. They aren't important to you and such knowledge might taint the results. But know this, each day we will set you a trial. These trials will test, stress and may break you. Many will fail and there is no room in this camp for failures. Those that succeed will only win one prize: to continue on. Now, any questions?"

Before she could stop herself, Bianca stepped forward. The battered weariness washed away and fire blazed within her. "Why?" she said through clenched teeth. She remembered the hyenas, the mud and the vines. She remembered her fear, pain and terrible, terrible pleasure. Her fists opened and closed with impotent rage. "Why do this?"

Maddison smiled sweetly in reply. "I already told you why: to see what happens."

Bianca wanted to cry.

"Now." Maddison clapped her hands. "I know you must all be tired from your adventures and with the time zone differences, it is nearing evening. Why don't you all go to your cabins, freshen up and we'll meet in a few hours for a nice hardy dinner."

Bonnibel showed her fangs. "I'm sure you'll all be simply famished."

~#~

It was four girls to a cabin. Each Mistress took a group and led them away.

Bianca drew Trixie.

"You're going to love what I've done with the place," said Trixie as she skipped along. She wore cut down denim shorts, which clung to her bubble-butt.

There's was a small cabin near the high mesh boundary fence. It looked almost like a log cabin but rather than the normal great, brown trunks, this building used felled palm trees.

"Ta-da!" Trixie pushed the front door open.

The cabin was one large room, with two sets of bunk beds. That wasn't what caught the eye, though.

Bianca gasped and touched her mouth.

Porn covered the walls. Not just any porn. This was brutal, degrading hardcore porn. Posters, paintings and giant blown-up photos filled every surface. Gigantic cocks forced their ways into the assholes of women. Girls, some looking little older than Bianca, screamed and cried as huge dogs rutted them from behind. Women gagged and slobbered as cocks raped their throats, skull fucked to the extreme. Women raped women with huge, ribbed strap-ons. Girls turned blue as men choked them while fucking them deep.

"It's great, isn't it!" Trixie pranced into the room and flopped down on the bottom bunk bed. She spread her legs wide and drew a long fingernail up the crotch seam of her shorts. "Mmmm. Powers, will you look at her." She nodded towards a large poster that faced the bed. It showed a teenaged girl with wild brown hair, her eyes scrunched shut and colored red with tears as an unseen man twisted her nipples so hard her tit flesh contorted.

Trixie raised her hips and slipped a hand inside the waistband of her shorts. "Just look at her eyes. I just sort of love her, you know? I've never met her but just looking at her like this..." She moaned, long and hard, and her fingers pumped away at her crotch. "You can only really see a girl's soul when she's mewling in pain, that's what I think."

She pointed with her free hand at Bianca. "You, the blonde pedobait. Come here and lick me."

"Me?" whispered Bianca as her knees trembled. This was wrong, so very, very wrong.

"Yes you, you dumb slut. Come over hear and put your tongue to work." Trixie popped the large front button on her shorts and wiggled her hips until the denim garment gathered around her knees. She wore nothing underneath. Her pussy was hot, red and dripping with sick excitement. The lips were thick and fat. Two of her fingers pumped in and out with a wet squelching sound.

Bianca turned deep red and tried not to cry.

"God, look at you," said Trixie. "Wah-wah-wah. You'd think you've never sucked cunt before."

"I..."

"Powers, you haven't! When I was your age I was taking three hole gang rapes and you've never even licked off a girlfriend?" And then her face changed, going dark. "You know what, it pisses me the fuck off. Little prissy bitches like you, always playing the tease."

Trixie kicked off her shorts completely and surged to her feet. Scowling, she advanced on Bianca. Even as the smallest Mistress, she still towered over her poor victim.

"You think you're better than me, is that it!" she screamed, face black, hair wild. "I hate girls like you. You have everything and you just lord it over the rest of us." She shoved Bianca so hard the little girl fell sprawling to the ground. Bianca hit bum first and felt sick at the pain. Trixie took a step forward and stood over Bianca like the Colossus of Rhodes, legs wide. "Well I'll show you who's better."

Between sobs, Bianca stared up at Trixie's raw red pussy. She saw the pussy twitch. She saw the golden stream arc out. She felt the hot acrid piss splash into her pretty face. She went dead inside.

"Yeah, that's it," grunted Trixie as she swirled her hips. Yellow urine sprayed over Bianca's face. Trixie took special pleasure in soaking the girl's frizzy blonde hair and splattering her pretty pouting lips. "Not so pretty now, are you? Bet you wish you weren't such a slut now." She pumped her hips and washed down Bianca's titless tits. "Slut like you; I bet you even like it."

Once the stream dried up, Trixie squatted down and dragged her cunt over Bianca's face, leaving a shining trail of slime and piss. "Now lick!" she spat.

Bianca licked. She thrust out her tongue and lapped at the pussy before her like her life depended on it. It tasted sharp, acid and horrid, a mixture of piss and sexual excitement. As she did, she continued to sob, her chest shaking with the effort. This was nothing like her books. Nothing at all.

Trixie seemed to have forgotten about her cum, for she stood up after only a few seconds. She cast her dark flashing eyes over the other girls in the cabin. "I'm in charge, got it!" she snapped. "When I say lick, you fucking lick!"

They all nodded. More than one had tears of her own. They were still nodding when Trixie snatched up her shorts and, still naked from the waist down, stalked out and slammed the door behind her.

With Trixie gone, Bianca curled herself up into the fetal position and rocked gently as she sobbed the world away.

~#~

It took Bianca a long time to come back to the world. When she at last did, she found Beckie mothering her.

"You're so strong, Bianca," said the tiny black girl as she stroked Bianca's back. "So very strong. Most of us are only here because of you. You just need to be strong some more, okay? Just a little more."

Bianca gave one last shaking sob and nodded her head. Snot dribbled down her puffy red face.

"Thanks," she whispered.

Beckie gave a gap-tooth smile and bumped foreheads with Bianca. "Welcome."

The stink of drying piss clung to her and Bianca gave a bitter laugh. "I think I need a shower."

Beckie nodded. "Come on, there's one just outside. I'll take you."

When Bianca returned, she felt much better. Since there were no towels, she left wet footprints in her wake, and cold drops of water dripped from her hair. She and Beckie found the other two girls sitting Indian style in the open space between the beds. They talked together in hushed whispers. At Bianca's approach, they looked up and gave slightly embarrassed smiles.

"I think introductions are in order if we're going to be living together," said Beckie as she dropped to the floor next to the other two and pulled Bianca with her. "I'm Beckie."

"Ceri," said a tall girl. She had plain brown hair, which she wore pulled back into a complicated braid. Heavy freckles started on her face and didn't stop until well after her tits. She had the coltish beanpole look of some adolescents.

"Ami," whispered the last girl and refused to make eye contact. That didn't matter; Bianca recognized her anyway. How could she not? Ami was the Asian girl from the mutagenic mud pits. Huge tits disfigured her body. They were so large that even sitting down, they rested on her knees. Red marks from where the vines bound her still showed. Apart from the tits, she had a slim, gymnasts body and short black hair.

"I'm Bianca," said Bianca.

They all smiled at each other, nervous and embarrassed.

"How about we take those posters down," said Beckie and jabbed a finger at a woman who was sucking the large black cock of a horse.

Ceri shook her head. "We tried. They're stuck on."

"Figures."

"Do you," whispered Ami so quietly the others needed to lean forward to hear. "Do you know why this is happening?" She ran her hands over her ballooned breasts and hissed as she accidentally touched one of the large bruises left by the vines. "What did we do wrong?"

Bianca felt something lodge in her throat, but a measure of her old fire returned. "We didn't do anything wrong. The Mistresses, they are evil. We just need to survive this. If we work together we can survive this!"

Ami looked up and hope gathered in her amber eyes. "You really think?"

"Working together, there's nothing we can't do!"

~#~

The four girls talked for a few hours until a loud bell rang through the camp.

"You think this is dinner?" asked Beckie.

"I don't know what else it could be," said Bianca. "Come on."

They stood and filed out of the cabin. Bianca led; Ami came next, arms carrying her huge breasts and even so the tit flesh rolled out and over her skinny arms; Ceri followed; and Beckie took up the rear.

Maddison stood by several large picnic benches, pulling a rope which led to a large bronze bell.

"Come on kiddies," she cried. "Food's up. I know you must all be hungry after your busy day."

Girls streamed from the other two cabins and Bianca led her little troop to the tables. The situation was almost familiar. At Lamplighter Camp, she often managed the younger girls. Of course, those girls weren't naked, didn't sport inhuman mutations and hadn't just suffered a day of extreme abuse.

The three groups came together and milled about in between the benches. The sun was getting low in the sky but the day was still hot. Mount Mentempuer was a tropical island, full of leafy plants and hot warming sun.

"Sit, sit," said Maddison and the girls each found a seat.

Bianca sat down at the end of one rough wooden bench and Ami dropped into place beside her. She set her breasts down on the table with a dull fleshy thud. Across the way was a redhead with full bow-lips, who now sported twitching cat ears atop her head. Had they been there before? Bianca couldn't be sure but didn't think so.

She twisted her arm and looked at her own mutation. The lines of gold marked a network across her arm, just under her skin. Had they expanded? Maybe, but she couldn't tell for sure.

The twelve girls filled two of the available tables, three to a side. Bianca looked about, trying to see if anyone else might have changed, but was cut off before she could make much progress.

"Grubs up!" shouted Trixie as she and Bonnibel carried out a long silver trough, the top covered with tinfoil. They placed the trough down the center of the first table, returned to the kitchen building and a few moments later came back with a second.

The blonde pixie Trixie and the green haired and much pierced Bonnibel lined up with Maddison beside the bell.

"Now," said Maddison, "Bonnibel has worked very hard to prepare this meal, so I'm sure each and everyone of you will love it. Bonnibel, if you would?"

Bonnibel almost skipped forward, every piece of metal in her face glimmering in the light of late afternoon. "After your hard day, I know you'd want something filling and full of protein and energy. So I thought, what is a really good source of protein even on a tropical island, and the answer was obvious. Bugs!"

She pulled away the tinfoil in a single swift movement.

Bianca looked down, eyes wide with horror. Cockroaches swarmed inside the silver troughs, hundreds of them, thousands. They chittered and shifted. Hard black legs waved and mandibles snapped. They were a living ocean, a wave of horrible insectoid terror. This was no Hogwarts feast. This was the exact opposite.

Several girls screamed. More threw themselves back, hit the ground butt first and started pushing themselves away.

Maddison gave the bell a great ring and a single pure note rang out. The note danced like ice water against Bianca's skin and she froze. Her muscles stopped responding. She couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe. Her eyes stayed locked open and she couldn't change her focus.

Utter silence filled the camp. Not a girl moved. Not a girl could.

Maddison yanked the bell-pull and this time a different note filled the camp.

Bianca took a deep gasping breath as she once more found herself able to breathe. Every girl did. Slowly, with almost robotic motion, those girls who'd left their seats stood up and returned to their places.

"Why do you hurt us?" asked Maddison and shook her head with mock sadness. "We make you this lovely meal and you try to run away. Well that simply wont do. You all will eat, even if I need to use my neurosonic control bell every step of the way. Now let's get started. There are just so many bugs to eat and so few of you."

She pulled the bell and a quiet, almost whimsical note filled the camp.

As one, each and every girl reached out and stuck her right hand into the sea of cockroaches. Bianca could do nothing else. Like with the hypno-hyenas she was a slave in her own body. The disgusting roaches swarmed around her hand. Their legs scraped her skin. They hissed and nipped at her. Bianca screamed inside and made not a noise without.

The bell sung again and Bianca grabbed a roach, hand locking tight around its chitinous body. Another ring and she withdrew her hand and held the jerking, twitching bug above her mouth. Her hand shook. She tried to fight. Tried to throw the bug away. She could not.

All along both picnic tables girls did the exact same thing. Twelve bugs hung in the air, held aloft in shaking pre-teen hands.

The bell spoke and they opened their mouths. Tiny white teeth gleamed. Tiny red tongues twitched in horror.

The bell rang a final time.

Bianca dropped the roach and swallowed it a moment later. The insect battled and scraped all the way down. It ravaged her throat. It boiled in her stomach. Part of her wondered whether it might not be better to again shower under Trixie's piss.

Having performed the entire sequence once, the bell seemed to require less fine grain control to do so again.

The bell rang. Bianca reached into the trough, yanked out a cockroach and swallowed it whole. They tasted bitter, of fear and vial insect things. The bell cried out and she did it again. And again. And again.

Like a robotic assembly line, the girls ate and ate. Most of the time the bell let them swallow the insects whole, but every so often they'd need to crunch and chew.

Bianca wanted to die when the bell forced her to crunch down on her first bug. Its black chitinous body broke under her sharp young teeth and the horribly bitter taste of bug guts filled her mouth. Even after she swallowed, the taste stayed with her and bits of black chitin caught in her teeth.

By the end of the evening, Bianca wanted to vomit. Several girls had, even breaking through whatever control the bell wrought over them. To her side, Ami looked a sorry state. Pieces of partly crunched and digested cockroach drooled out her mouth and covered her gigantic breasts. A few of the legs even continued to twitch.

When the last cockroach had been picked out of the trough and crunched down, dinner ended.

"Bed, now," said Maddison, "and I don't want you to stay up all night chatting like girlfriends. You have a busy day tomorrow."

On tired shaking legs, the assembled girls stood. Their eyes were low, their skin fallow, their spirits dull. What hypno-hyenas, mutagenic mud and violator vines had failed to do, the meal had succeeded. It was a broken crowd who limped to the cabins.

"Oh and one last thing." Maddison's high class British accent cut through the evening air. "I shouldn't need to say this but I just want to be sure. You are all our guests. It would be terrible rude to shame our hospitality by attempting to run away during the night. And our dear Bonnibel doesn't like rudeness at all."


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JumpingHotdog 20/12/30(Wed)18:10 No. 27111 ID: 0eeba3

==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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