[Fiction] The Camp Slut

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I wrote this series a few years ago under a different name at a different site, and wanted to share it with all of you. I assure everyone that I am the original author.


Introduction:
She walked into his camp, cuffed and naked. What is a guy to do?
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

Night 1

I had just sat down after setting up camp when she stumbled out of the treeline.

It was the annual "guy's week", and this year we'd decided to spend it in the middle of nowhere and "rough it". Since my job got me out the earliest, everyone had loaded up my truck and sent me out ahead of time. Steve and Tim were responsible for picking up the beer and booze, while Mike was given a specific list of food items to pick up. Last time we sent him to get groceries, he came back with $60 of chips, salsa, and pop-tarts. Why they gave him the food list again was beyond me.

I looked around the camp, satisfied the tents were ok, and that everyone's sleeping bags were in the right tents. I had stopped for a six-pack on my way in so I wouldn't be waiting for their dumb asses to figure out which trail to follow to get here. I twisted off a cap and was taking a swig when I heard something moving through the brush. As I turned, she was just clearing the trees. She blinked in the sudden brightness of the clearing. As she spotted me and whimpered, it registered in my brain what she was wearing. Rather, what she was NOT wearing. She was naked and barefoot, her skin showing scratches from the underbrush she had walked through.

I smiled, letting my eyes take in her curvy frame, pale skin, dark hair braided down to the middle of her back. I noticed a few other things as well. First was a wide steel collar around her neck with a set of keys attached to the front ring by a snap link. Second was the ring gag forcing her mouth open, drool running down her chin and mixing with the sweat on her ample bare chest. Her arms were wrenched back in a way that suggested her wrists here bound, pushing her chest out even farther, her erect nipples obvious. Bands matching her collar circled her ankles, small padlocks rattling as she took another step. She stood very still, watching me, fear obvious on her face, even through the blush of her embarrassment.

I chuckled, waving her over. "Come on over, hun. It's too late for you to do much else now. I'm pretty sure I can out run you at the moment, so it's no used to try too escape." She glanced around the camp quickly before slowly making her way to me. She stood in front of my chair, shaking a little, and not from cold in this mugginess. "Turn around, darlin'. Let me see what you've gotten yourself into." She turned slowly, and I saw her wrists encircled by more steel from the set, little locks securing them, and a chain looped from them up to the back of her collar. As she completed her circle, I looked between her legs and chuckled again at the obvious moisture coating the inside of her thighs. Her mons was clean and smooth, making me think that she kept herself clean-shaven. I let my eyes caress their way back to her face, letting my pleasure at the sight of her show.

"I guess my first question should be whether or not you're running from someone. Trying to escape?"

She blushed deeper, looking away as she shook her head slightly.

"A dare then?" She nodded. "And you had help, I am guessing, since I don't think you're limber enough to get your hands in that rig." She nodded again. "Is your friend still nearby? Are you meeting them somewhere?" She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, then shook her head. I couldn't help but laugh. "Just so I'm clear. You are trussed up like a rapists wet dream with no safety plan, and completely at the mercy of who ever finds you?" A small sob escaped her open lips as she nodded again.

"Well, darlin', I'm not sure if this is your lucky day or not. I have three friends on their way here, and I have no doubts as to what they are going to want to do to you."

The shiver that went through her body, the small moan from her mouth, the extra liquid between her legs all told me what she thought of what I'd just said.

I smiled, moving to the front edge of my chair, pointing to the ground in front of me. "First things first. Kneel." She did, going very still as I reached behind her head. I loosened the gag just enough to pull it from between her teeth, letting it rest on her chest. She worked her jaw a few times, coughing and swallowing and wetting the inside of her mouth again. As she did, I pulled out my phone. "Give me the number for your friend." She looked up, startled, before slowly giving me the number. I hit "Call" and held the phone to her ear. "You don't have to say your name, or theirs, but let them know you've been found, and that I want to talk to them." She nodded as I heard the call connect.

"Hi. It's me. Yeah, I'm okay. The guy wants to talk to you. I don't know. He dialed and told me he wanted to talk to you."

She looked up at me and nodded, and I took the phone back, leaning back and watching the little beauty at my feet as I spoke. "My name is Dave. You have my number, and I have yours now. My friends and I are camping here for a week, and your friend will be joining us. I'm giving her a 'safe word' in case things get to be too much for her. If she says it, everything stops, I unlock her, she calls you, and we make arrangements for you to come get her. Feel free to call and check on her anytime you want. I hope you are both prepared, because she is going to get used quite a bit, in just about any way my friends and I can think of. I'm calling and giving her a safe word as a courtesy, because the way she walked into my camp, I could have sold her off and had her in Bolivia before anyone knew she was gone. Remember that next time. I will return her relatively unharmed, nonetheless. If you understand and agree to everything, just hang up." A woman's voice laughed before the call went dead.

I smiled down at my new plaything. "Do you understand everything?" Her eyes were wide as she nodded. "Do you have any questions?" She thought for a moment, then shook her head slowly. "Good. Is there anything you want me to know before we begin? Anything that you can think of that will make you call your safe word right off the bat?" Again, she paused before shaking her head. "Good. Your safe word is 'balooga'. Say it."

"Balooga," she repeated softly.

I nodded. "Good girl. When you say that, everything that is happening will stop, we unlock you and call your friend to pick you up. No questions asked. But remember, once you say it, the game is over. No take backs. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Say it. Tell me that you understand."

"Yes, I understand. If I say 'balooga', I go home."

I smiled, reaching forward again to replace the ring gag. "Good girl. Now, say it one more time, so I can hear it with the gag on." I cinched the strap back in place, the ring forcing her teeth apart.

"Rahroorah..." she sputtered, blushing.

"Good girl. You will simply be called 'slut' while you are here. You will do what we say, when we say, how we say, without question." Slut nodded her understanding, drool starting to run down her chin already. I stood, stepping around her as I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off my boots. Her eyes followed me, understanding starting to brighten her cheeks as my pants and underwear slid down my legs.

I pointed to the ice chest. "Place your stomach on the lid, letting your tits hang over the edge." She scuttled over on her knees in compliance. I went to my knees in front of her, slowly sliding my stiff cock into her mouth. "mmmm that gag isn't going to work for me for long, unless I want to have my cock locked into your throat." I pushed in farther, feeling her throat convulse around my shaft as she forced her gag reflex down. Her mouth watered around my cock, her drool running down my balls as I pressed her nose against my pubic bone and held it there a moment. I slowly pulled back, holding her head back by her braid, enjoying the sound of her coughing as she could breath again. I gave her a second to catch her breath.

My hand tightening in her hair was the only warning I gave her as I shoved my full length into her throat again, quickly picking up a fast, rough rhythm, her nose pressing against my body, my nut-sac riding forward and slapping her chin. I could only fuck her face for a minute before I had to pull out, lest the ring holding her mouth open become a cock-ring and suffocate her. I moved back, letting her head drop and moving behind her as she coughed, breathing heavy.

I slid my spit-slimed head along her ass and pussy, spreading and mixing the moisture. She moaned, her head lifting a little, her body shivering. "I was going to be nice and let you cum, but I can see that you are already hot. I'm going to fuck your ass first, then I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. I'm going to break you in now, give you the chance to give up before the others get here." I held the tip of my cock against her pucker and started pushing, letting her spit lubricate the way in. Her asshole was tight, and she cried out, but pushed back onto me. My shaft went through the last gate with almost an audible 'pop', and she screamed as her ass slammed into my hips. She didn't move for a few seconds, her body shaking. I could feel her bowels flexing around me.

"Do you give up yet, slut?" I asked. She shook her head and started moving the little bit that she could, starting to fuck me. I grabbed her hips with both hands and began working in and out of her pucker mercilessly. She cried out with every thrust forward, her hands working uselessly in their restraints at her back, her tits rocking back and smacking against the ice chest-made-fuck bench. I reached forward and unhooked the gag, letting the straps dangle, the ring staying in her mouth by her choice. I felt her shiver and start to buck as her orgasm hit her. Her screams echoed through the empty trees, and I was glad I'd picked the site I did.

I could feel the familiar tingling start to build in my balls, so I pulled out of her ass. She gasped, the ring almost coming loose from her teeth. Without warning or prep, I buried my cock into her pussy in one stroke. Slut's head snapped up, her back arching, arms straining against her chains. Her cunt was tight still, wet, warm, pulsing around my cock as I pistoned into her. I was bestial in my rutting, ramming into her, claiming this bitch as my own. I slid my right arm under her chest, my hand cupping her collar as I lifted her torso against mine. My left hand moved to press against her mound. I lifted her with each stroke, forcing her down onto my shaft.

I growled against her ear, "No matter what else happens this week, slut, you are my breeder bitch, and I will do my damnedest to make sure your little slut belly swells. You are going to have something to remember us by for a long time." I could feel her body respond to my promise, relaxing against me just before another orgasm crashed over her. My body shot forward and I came, surprising both of us. My body shook as I pumped her full of my seed. I could feel our combined juices leaking out from around my shaft, running down our legs.

We stayed locked together for a few minutes as our breathing steadied, our bodies taking turns in shivering in response to the other. I nipped the side of her neck, my fingers pressing against her clit to keep her aroused, even as I could feel my softening shaft starting to slip from her folds.

I guided her back down to rest atop the ice chest, then moved her braid aside to look at her collar. The chain that held her wrists up was looped through the rings of her cuffs. One end was secured in the same small padlock that kept her collar on. The other end was fastened to the lock with another snap link that could be run through the cuffs' rings. I unhooked the snap link, fishing the chain through and letting her hands free before clipping the link back to the lock, chuckling as she moved her arms around. My dick finished sliding out of her as I reached forward and unhooked the key-ring from the front of her collar, pulling the gag from between her teeth as well. I heard her whimper softly as I got to my feet and turned toward my truck.

"Pick my clothes up, brush them off quickly, and lay them in my chair. We are going to get you cleaned up a little before the others get here, Slut." I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she went to work. She was quick about the task, never getting up off of her knees as she scuttled around the site. I smiled, clipping her key-ring to my rear-view mirror before closing the door. When I turned back to her, she was kneeling by my chair, her hands clasped at the small of her back, her eyes looking at my knees, my clothes folded and looking very clean considering having just been picked up from the dirt.

"Good girl," I said as I reached behind her head, taking the end of the chain into my hand. I pulled up on it slightly, pleased as she smoothly got to her feet. "You have been trained well, haven't you, Slut. Good. It will make this week more fun for us all."

One of the reasons I had picked this site was the stream that ran nearby. It was deep enough to swim comfortably in with just enough current to keep it clear. The forest path was a soft carpet of leaves and pine needles, making the walk to the stream pleasant. As we got to the bank, I dropped the end of the chain, turning to my new pet.

"Clean me up, Slut."

She quickly went to her knees in the water and used her mouth and tongue to clean the most of the residue of our mating from my cock, balls, and legs. I stood with my hands on my hips, watching her work, enjoying how well she used her mouth, pleased to see how much she appeared to enjoy her task. Once she seemed satisfied with her tongue bath, she gathered handfuls of the stream water and rinsed me clean of her spittle. Her attentions were enough to get me aroused again, my dick thickening and hardening as she went about her work. When she finished, she sat back on her heels, looking at my erection and glancing up questioningly.

With a chuckle, I told her, "No, Slut. Not yet. We need you cleaned up first." I sat down with the water coming to my waste, motioning her to sit between my legs. I positioned her to almost lounge against me, her back to me. I cupped water over her chest, rinsing and washing away her drool and sweat. I could feel her confusion, and it made me smile. "I promised the woman on the phone that I'd return you in relatively good condition. I like my toys and tools to be clean and well maintained. I won't pamper you like this often. And it pleases me to do so now." I finished washing her and we relaxed there, watching the stream carry small leaves and twigs slowly past.

I heard an engine in the direction of the camp, and sighed. "Come on, Slut. It's time to introduce you to the rest of the cocks you'll be fucking this week." We got to our feet and I lead her back to camp by her leash.

Tim and Mike were unloading Tim's truck of ice chests and bags when Slut and I cleared the treeline. Mike stared at us silently. Tim did not seem to notice us at all until I spoke.

"Slut, take my clothes into my tent, then help them unload." Tim turned, looking confused, then shocked as he watched Slut follow instructions. Both guys looked from the naked, cuffed and collared girl to me and back, the questions obvious. "I'll explain in a bit. Let's get unloaded and settled first. Where's Steve?"

Mike nodded toward the trees as he set his load down. "Too many energy drinks on the way up. Fucker was bitching about having to piss for the last half-hour. The way he was dancing, I'm not sure he made it." We chatted idly as the supplied and gear were pulled down, Slut lifting as much as any of us. Steve returned from his emergency call of nature and us guys laughed at his reaction to seeing Slut. Once everything was offloaded and the trucks parked, we all sat. Slut, without instruction, retrieved and opened fresh beers for all of us before kneeling next to my chair.

The guys all looked at each other before Mike spoke up. "What the fuck, Dave? Where did you hire the whore? For that matter, WHY did you hire her? And how much are we all in for."

I smiled behind my beer, enjoying seeing the color rise in Slut's face. "Nothing. She isn't a whore, and I didn't hire her. She, quite literally, walked into camp pretty much like she is now. She has volunteered to be our camp slut for the week. She has been given her safe word- balooga, by the way- and I've made it as clear as possible to her and the friend that dropped her off what is in store for her." I turned to Slut. "Slut, these are Misters Tim, Steve, and Michael. You will refer to them appropriately, obey them, et cetera. Gentlemen, meet Slut. Use her anyway you want, but no breaking skin or bone. I promised to return her unharmed." Slut turned to each of them as I pointed out who was who. I smiled as I watched her lick her lips quickly, then blush as she realized what she had done.

"Can you cook, Slut? If not, you may want to tap out now before you have to taste anything that limp dick next to you tries to burn," Steve jested, raising his beer to me. We all laughed as I flipped him the bird.

I looked at the sky to get a rough idea of the time. I clipped Slut's leash to the front of her collar. "You helped us unload, so you know where everything is. We only planned a week's food for the four of us. If we run out before the week is over, you will be going to get us more. Get to work." Slut bit her lip prettily at my threat, whispering, "Yes, Sir," before getting to her feet and moving around the camp. We continued to chat, watching Slut, slapping her ass as she came within reach, or tweaking her nipples. She would squeak a little, moan softly, but continued to fix the meal. I could see her pussy lips beginning to puff as we continued to tease her.

"How is she? I know you tested her out before we got here, fucker," Mike blurted. "I mean, you're fucking naked, and she has all but fastened herself to you."

"She's tight, clean, well trained. If she can cook half-way decently, and continues as she has, I might take her home and keep her." I smiled as I watched her shiver a little at the last.

Tim smiled, licking his lips and shifting in his chair. "When do we get a turn?"

"Well, you can't very well fuck her while she's making dinner, ass hat," Steve barked. He seemed to be having issued getting comfortable, as well. He looked at me, glancing down at the erection I was unashamedly sporting, and cursed under his breath. He sat his beer down and stood, stripping out of his clothes on his way to his tent. He sat back down, his own shaft twitching at attention.

Tim and Mike looked at Steve and I, then at each other, then almost sprinted to their tents, laughing and pulling their clothes off. I shook my head and chuckled, watching them.

Slut passed out plates and fresh beers before kneeling next to me. The first few bites were met with a chorus of "oh, my fucking god!", "This is delicious!", and "Can we keep her?" Then the camp was quiet save for the sound of flatware scraping plates. Slut knelt quietly, I noticed, without having served herself anything. I looked at the pans and noted that she hadn't left any. I handed her my unfinished plate. She took it, looking at me slightly confused. I leaned over and whispered, "Eat. And if you think about going without again, you will be punished severely. None of us guys are going to starve to death by giving some of our portion to you. Now eat." A whispered, "Yes, Sir. Thank-You, Sir," and she cleaned my plate.

Slut gathered all of the dishes and took them to the stream to wash while we sat in the afterglow of her cooking. "Dave, if you don't take that girl home, I will," Mike said.

"Oh, I'm sure Bets will love that," Tim retorted. "Hi, hun. Look what I brought home." We all laughed at Mike's chagrin as the slut returned and put everything away.

"Alright boys. Who wants the first go at our little bitch? I know you are all chomping at the bit to sink your dicks into her," I said when she returned to my side. The others looked at each other, each waiting for one of the others to speak up.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Slut, over the ice chest," I ordered. "Tim, you get her mouth, Steve gets to mount her. Mike, you get sloppy seconds. Gods, people. Do I have to tell you fuckers everything?"

Slut crawled over immediately, bracing herself on the makeshift breeding bench. Steve and Tim looked stunned for a moment before moving to where I'd instructed. That was all the push they needed. Steve chose her pussy to bury himself into, while Tim eased his cock down the slut's throat. It was not long before all three were panting and groaning, the men spewing their load into the fucktoy. Mike and I went next. I took the slut's mouth, enjoying the feeling of her swallowing my cock, feeling her moan as Mike wet his shaft in her pussy before sliding it slowly into her ass. He did not last long before spilling into her bowels with a grunt, and he stepped aside to let Steve have his turn at mounting the bitch. Steve was just getting his rhythm when I exploded my load into her mouth. I backed away and Tim took my place.

We took turns at her for what seemed like hours, cumming inside all of her holes, spewing on her face, ass, tits and stomach. By the time we were all spent, each of us has dumped four or five loads into the little slut. She was caked in sweat and semen, dripping drool and spunk from her pussy and mouth. When she had recovered enough to stand, I walked with her down to the stream and washed her again.

The sun had set and the guys had all crawled into their tents by the time we returned. I sat, watching the fire burn down, drinking my beer, and petting Slut's hair as she knelt next to my chair, her leash clipped to the arm.

"Where do you want to sleep tonight, Slut?" I asked.

She glanced over at me, almost shy for the first time since she appeared. Softly, she whispered, "With You, if it please You... Master... " She watched me as she used the title, waiting.

I smiled, pulling playfully at the collar. "Be careful using that word, Slut. I don't have to send you back, you know. But I would welcome you to my bed, pet." I unclipped the leash from my chair. "Bank the fire and get the bed ready. I need to return some of this beer to nature." I started for the treeline when she called softly.

"Master," she whispered, "I, would be. I mean. If Master wanted, You could." Her voice trailed off as she blushed and looked down. I turned to her, watching. She crawled over to kneel in front of me, lifting her head and opening her mouth wide.

I laughed. "You, you are a nasty little slut, aren't you?" I put the tip of my cock just at her lips and relaxed. I had never been into what they called water-sports before, but there was something special about watching this woman willing let me piss in her open mouth. The look on her face as she swallowed mouthful after mouthful showed her combined humiliation and joy at being used so. As my stream dwindled, she closed her lips around my cockhead, sucking the last drops out. She turned back to the fire to finish, belching and giggling softly. I stood there, watching her, my dick growing hard again thinking of this little vixen being mine for six more days.

She crawled into my tent, brushing herself off before entering. I checked my phone, plugging it into the charger in my truck before going to my tent. My sleeping bag was laid out and open, the extra blanket I brought and pillows spread out and turned down. Slut knelt at the side, waiting for me. I lay down, pulling her down to spoon in front of me and covering us both. She actually purred a little, feeling my hard-on against her ass cheeks before she shifted her hips, reaching down and sliding it into her cunt with a soft moan. I wrapped my arms around her and and let myself fall asleep.

End of Night 1

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Introduction:
The morning after, and everything changes
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

Night 2

I woke up alone to the smell of coffee brewing. Just as well, because it meant rolling my lazy ass out of the blankets instead of using the Slut to try and work down my morning wood. As I stepped out of the tent, I saw the guys were hard at work taking care of their own. Someone had laid their sleeping mat down- probably Mike, since he was on his back at the bottom of the pile. Slut was straddling him as he tried to match pace fucking her cunt with Steve's pounding her ass from behind. Mike was manhandling her tits, as much, I think, to keep from getting beat up as to enjoy sucking on her nipples. Meanwhile, Tim was kneeling in front of her, letting the force of the other two shove her into swallowing his cock. I think Mike might have had additional reasons for being where he was, but I figured I needed caffeine before I tackled that thought process.

I went to the tree line and marked a few trees around the camp in case any of the local wild life decided to take an interest in us. Feeling much relieved, I went to the fire and poured myself a cup of coffee. I stood sipping it for a few moments, watching the foursome, before going to retrieve my phone from the truck. No missed calls, still good signal. Good. I turned the camera and started videoing the morning entertainment, making sure to get good close up shots of all the cock working in and out of the slut's holes. I sat down, enjoying the slurping, squelching, gurgling, moaning, and grunting symphony playing out.

I saw Tim's body stiffen, his ass cheeks flexing as his hips bucked against her face, and I made sure to aim the camera to catch the moment. "He does have a nice ass," I let myself think idly. When he pulled out, I could see the drool and jizz running down her chin and neck. I smiled wickedly, following the flow of moisture with the camera down her chest, and, coincidentally, the tit that Mike had in his mouth. Tim's movement caught Mike's attention, and he looked up from his suckling and kissed slut passionately- which I again made sure to get clear video of. Nice blackmail material, if my suspicions were correct. Mike bucked hard a couple times during the make-out part, and I figured he just spent his load. Not that he could go anywhere until Steve was done. His continued pounding, added to Mike's softening, ended up pushing Slut off of the the cock in her pussy, spilling the contents of her cunt down her legs, onto Mike's crotch, and down onto his mat. I got up and circled the remaining group to fully document the moment. Yes, I'm a perverted, evil bastard.

Steve finally finished, slamming himself to the hilt into her ass with a groan. Slut probably would have screamed, but any sound she might have made would have been muffled by Mike's mouth still locked to hers. Tim moved his chair next to mine, and we applauded as Steve backed out and got unsteadily to his feet. I stopped recording and set the phone down, laughing at Steve's flipping us the finger. Before he walked away, however, he stood over Slut and started pissing on her back. Mike, still trapped underneath her, started cursing, trying to hide as much as possible under the girl. Slut was still, blushing at being used that way, but accepting it. Once Steve had emptied his bladder, he grabbed a beer and sat down with a contented sigh.

"Hell of a way to start a day," he said, then took a long pull from his beer.

"That it is," I replied. "Hey, you two. Go wash up. Some of us don't want Tim's cock drippings in our breakfast, and I won't want to smell rancid piss from your tent all week." Slut giggled, getting to her feet with a soft, "Yes, Master," and helped Mike get up and gather his mat. They walked off toward the stream, talking quietly.

"I hope you don't mind us using her, Dave." I looked over at Tim curiously.

"Why would I care? She's here to be used. I told you guys that." I looked back and forth between them.

The glanced at each other before Steve answered. "Yeah, but she told us you'd claimed her as your own yesterday."

"She said I did what? When? How... ?" I sputtered, my mind racing.

Tim shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. "We were talking this morning before you got up. Mike asked if it would be alright for us to burn off our hard-ons on her. The conversation moved around until she ended up telling us everything that happened yesterday, including you're saying that she's yours, that we can use her anyway we want, and that you want to finish the week with her pregnant, if we can manage it."

I paused bringing my cup to my lips, sipping slowly to give myself time to think. I did say that, didn't I? I thought about it, and how I felt about her, and seeing them with her. Did I feel a little possessive? Maybe, but I had said I'd make sure she wouldn't be harmed, so being a bit protective was natural. And not only did I not mind them using the little fuck, I enjoyed it. I even made a video so I could enjoy watching her get used over and over after she went home.

"Yeah... anyway, no, it's cool if you guys do whatever you want with her. Just..."

They interrupted in unison, "No breaking skin. No breaking bones. Stop with the safe word." They laughed.

I joined in after a moment. "I guess I say that a lot, eh?"

I heard Mike and Slut laughing and talking softly as they came back into the camp, Slut touching his arm before he went to put his mat back into his tent. Slut came over, kneeling at my feet. I just looked at her a moment, trying to sort out what I wanted.

"Breakfast, slut," I finally said, a little rougher than I'd meant to and she cowered a bit. I took a breath and continued in a softer tone, "And you did well taking care of the others this morning. Good girl." She beamed at that, leaning over to give my cock a small kiss, and a whispered, "yes, Master. Thank-You, Master," before scuttling off.

I cut my eyes at Steve and Tim. "Fuck you both, cock suckers," I grumbled, which made both of them start laughing heartily. Mike came out of his tent looking confused, which made all of us laugh that much harder.

Breakfast was served quickly, and I noticed that Slut had made a small plate for herself, but had not started eating yet. "You don't have to wait to be told," I said. "You may eat when we do. Consider it sort of free time."

She glanced up at me from where she knelt by my chair (she had hooked her leash to the arm of it herself, to my pleasant surprise), and whispered. "There is no more flatware, Master. I could only find four sets."

I looked around at the others, who were looking at their own plates a little guiltily, and I could feel a wicked smile curl my lips.

"So? You told them about my claiming you as my bitch. Bend over and eat like one." The guys looked at me in surprise, then turned their eyes to her, waiting. Slut bit her lip a little, the color rising in her cheeks. I could see her eyes start to glass as tears started to well, and I wondered if I'd pushed too far too soon. Her whimpered, "Yes, Master," was a relief to me as she went to hands and knees over her plate and started eating her breakfast. I could hear soft sniffles from her in the otherwise silent campsite. Regardless of how she felt, the guys seemed to think I'd pushed it, but were being too polite to say anything. Out of curiosity, I reached behind her, slipping my fingers between her legs. She was sopping wet, her pussy lips hot, swollen, and parting. As I suspected, she got turned on by the humiliation, and a tightness I didn't noticed before in my chest relaxed.

What the fuck was happening to me?

I sat my half-finished plate on the ground next to hers, mumbling something about not being hungry. She finished off both plates, unclipped her leash, gathered the dishes, and went to the stream to clean them. I sat, staring into my cold coffee, trying to sort out my head. I could feel the stares of the others.

"What? No one bats an eye when we hand her around like a cum rag, but now you guys are going to give me shit for that?"

Mike dropped his eyes, "No, dude. It's just that we're surprised. You don't act like that. Like ever."

Tim nodded, smiling. "He's right. That little slave girl is bringing out something in you that we've never seen. And I, for one, think it's a good thing."

Steve chuckled, "Yeah. Just as long as you still let us use the bitch. I'd pay good money for a night with a woman with her skills. Hell, I'd go broke to afford one to take home with me."

I got to my feet, picking up my phone and dumping the dredges of my coffee into the fire. "Yeah, whatever, guys. I am going to have her call and check in with her friends. Mike, can I talk to you a sec?" Without waiting for an answer, I headed to the stream. I heard Mike's footsteps following me, along with the hushed conversation starting up between the other two.

"What's up, man?" Mike asked quietly.

I glanced over my shoulder at him as we walked. "When did Betsy collar you?"

I heard him stop. I chuckled as I turned around and saw his face. He did a great impersonation of the classic horror film 'terror face.' "How... wh... Di... " he sputtered, unable to finish anything resembling a complete sentence.

I laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him along. "Well, let's see. How about we start with the fact that, in all the years we've known each other, you have made eye contact with anyone remotely authoritative exactly twice. Add to that the weekends she banishes you from the house and you end up at mine. Finally, the way you and Slut act toward each other is that of equals. She is submissive, almost textbook so. There is no way she would be comfortable talking with anyone Dominant like she does with you."

He was quiet as we walked. "Don't tell the guys, please?" he begged. "They would never let me live it down. Betsy collared me back when we were dating still. I only get to fuck Her once a month or so. The rest of the time, She has my cock locked up unless, like this week, She gives me permission to do whatever. She sends me to your house when She brings Her boyfriends over and they don't want me there. The only reason I know the kids are mine is because She made sure to get DNA testing done." His eyes never left the ground.

"It's cool, Mike. I figured that was why you came over as often as you did. And I won't out you. It's why I talked to you here. I could have put you to your knees there in camp. Or just shown them the video of you tongue swapping Tim's cum with Slut." His head snapped up at that, the terror returning. "Chill. I won't say anything. I'm too busy trying to deal with my own issues at the moment." I looked at Slut through the trees as we approached. Mike giggled- yes, giggled- softly.

I looked down at him crossly. Damn, he really was short, wasn't he? Probably Slut's height? "Hush, boitoy. Take the dishes back to camp for her." He laughed, dropped a respectable curtsy, and hurried ahead. Slut came to her feet when she heard us approach, standing quietly as Mike gathered the dishes and disappeared.

I put a finger under her chin, lifting her face. "How are you holding up?"

She blushed, her eyes staying below mine- somewhere around my mouth, if I were to guess. "I am doing fine, Master. Really. I'm enjoying everything so far. Even when You, um, treated me like that. The other Misters really look up to You and respect You, and I can see why. Sometimes I wonder if You can read my mind, because You seem to know exactly how to get me to react. I love it, and ..." Her voice trailed off before she finished the sentence.

I let her chin drop, cleared my throat, and handed her my phone. "Call your friend and check in. Come back to camp when you're done," I managed hoarsely before turning around and heading back.

I heard the start of her conversation before I walked out of earshot. "Hi. It's me. No, He just wanted me to check in. *giggle* Yes. Mmmhmmm... "

They guys quieted down as I came into camp, all looking at me. I turned around, then made a show of examining myself. "What!?! Did I turn purple? Grow wings?"

Amidst the laughter, Steve managed, "No. We were just talking about you being all 'Masterly' now. Even when she isn't around. And how this is the first year that none of us has bitched about one of us walking around naked, let alone ALL of us being naked."

I shook my head, grabbed a beer, and sat down. "so what is on the agenda for today? Besides taking turns trying to impregnate our- excuse me- my little breeder bitch?"

"Fishing? How do you think they are biting in the stream?"

"Does it matter? When was the last time any of us actually hooked a fish, let alone landed one?"

"I don't know. When was the last time any of us remembered to bring bait?"

We all laughed as we discussed plans for the day. Slut came back about ten minutes later, smiling and looking down shyly as she handed me my phone. I handed it back to her, pointed at my truck. "Plug it in and start the truck. Both batteries need to stay charged. I'm having a hard enough time figuring out how to get you out of here without us having to walk the entire way." More laughter followed.

The rest of the day passed with the five of us sitting on the stream bank, four of us with lines in the water, Slut going to each of us to provide whatever service we needed at the time, be it a fresh beer, or her lips or pussy wrapped around a cock. She even filled her belly a time or two by not making us get up to piss. She excused herself a couple times to relieve herself, and I think I heard her vomit once after Tim seemed to have saved up a gallon in his bladder that he deposited in her stomach. All in all, a very relaxing day.

I sent her back to camp to get dinner started as we packed up the gear. By the time we returned, she had four plates made and ready. I smiled and patted her head when I saw a bowl on the ground next to my chair with her helping. We ate in relative silence. Well, as quietly as four guys can ever eat. Slut made a show of having her ass in the air as she buried her face in her bowl, eating noisily. We all laughed, and I couldn't help but stroke her bare back and ass. She sat back on her heels when she finished, smiling, her face a mess of gravy and food bits. I scruffed her head playfully and told her to go get cleaned up.

When she returned, she clipped her leash to my chair. It seemed almost natural by now.

Steve pulled out his guitar and played for us, and we each took turns singing, or trying to. Slut's voice was crystal bells and violins. As the night and fire wore down, everyone started getting ready to turn in. I asked them before they disappeared, "Who wants to share their bed with her tonight?" The guys looked at me like I had asked if water was wet. Mike finally chimed in, "Dude. She's yours. If you want to give her out for the night, just pick someone." Steve and Tim nodded their agreement and headed for their tents. I watched them all turn in, sitting dumbfounded.

Sighing, I pulled Slut into my lap, cradling her. "What am I going to do with you, darlin'?"

She answered by giggling, nuzzling my neck. Yup, that was it. I unclipped her leash, picked her up, and carried her to our tent, laying her on her back on our sleeping pallet.

I lifted her knees up and apart, moving my body between her thighs, my cock laying on her stomach. I lifted her arms over her head, holding both of her wrists in my left hand. I pressed my hips down, sliding my length along her body, my balls brushing against her exposed sex lightly. All this time, I watched her eyes in the near dark, the light of the banked campfire glowing in through the tent window. My right hand move down to massage her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple. I smiled, feeling her body react, her lips part, her breath quicken, her skin begin getting the sheen of her heat.

"Finish the sentence you started this morning. Tell me what you stopped yourself from saying," I whispered. I could see the recognition in her eyes, even through the lust beginning to smoulder.

She whispered back, "I, I can't, say it, yet, Master. I, it's too soon. I don't, can't yet."

I gave her nipple a harder twist, pressed the base of my shaft against her clit. Her back arched up and her eyes fluttered closed. "Tell me, Slut. Say the words."

She bit her lips closed and shook her head, moaning behind her closed mouth.

I chuckled darkly, my right hand tracing down her belly, grasping my cock and rubbing the head along her nether lips. I took a second to control my voice before I spoke. "You will tell me, pet. I will tease and torture you all night if I have to, but I will hear you say it."

Her body shivered and she moaned. "Please, Master," she begged. "Please don't."

I pushed my shaft just a little against the opening of her cunt, just enough to keep it there. I moved my right hand up to join the left at her wrists, looming over her and whispering in her ear. "Whisper the words to me, or I will impale you through your slut hole and make you scream them, bitch."

I could feel her make her decision, her body tensing for what she was afraid of. As she opened her mouth, took a breath, began to speak, I rammed my full length into her, burying myself and pressing against the rough circle of her cervix. The words she was going to whisper came out as a scream that echoed through the trees.

"I love you!"

She cried, her secret exposed, I could feel the blood from her embarrassement in her face. Slowly, I began sliding out of her until nearly pulling completely out, before slowly pushing back in.

I whispered against her face, kissing her tears away. "It's okay, my little pet. I'm scared, too. Because I love you."

I released her hands and she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. We made love that night, slowly building each other's passion, stoking the fires carefully, taking our time. We explored each other, learning every crevace and nook, every spot that tickled or caused a gasp of delight. I brought her to orgasm over and over again, and she brought me more times than I thought possible. It was nearly dawn when we finally fell asleep, spent, wrapped in each other.

End of Night 2

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Introduction:
Someone comes by the camp
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

Night 3

I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me. I drifted happily until I realized I smelled coffee. Groaning, I woke Slut by fingering her pussy until she came, screaming and squirming.

"Thank-you, Master. I think that is one of the best wake up calls I have ever received." She crawled from the blankets, her braid coming loose in bedhead, and her leash dragging behind her. "I will have your coffee ready for you when you come out, Master."

When I stepped out of the tent into the bright day, the guys applauded. Slut was kneeling at my chair, coffee in her hand. I sat down and took my cup, sipping it as I stroked her cheek. "What's for breakfast?"

They all laughed, Mike looking a bit forlorn as he reported, "Breakfast? Dude, it's almost noon. You to lazy lovebirds slept all morning after keeping us up all night. They made me cook and clean up because Slut was busy." He didn't look up, and the other two were looking at me so missed the blush on his cheeks and his cock twitching.

I chuckled. "Hey, at least they didn't spit you between them on their cocks like they would have her." The blush got deeper, and this time they noticed. I touched Slut's shoulder and nodded to the fire. She smiled and started to get to her feet when we all heard the engine.

We all stopped and looked at each other as the engine sound got louder. Our gazes all landed on Slut, who was looking squarely at me.

Steve finally broke our silence. "Well, this should be interesting." We all laughed and I motioned Slut to carry on.

The engine stopped just out of sight and we heard a couple doors open and close, followed by some low voices and the bark of a dog. I sipped my coffee, watching the road, and chuckled when two sheriff deputies walked into camp, one holding the leash of a good sized shepherd. I waved them in, pointing to a couple of the ice chests.

"Come on in Deputies. Have a seat. We have water, beer, and some coffee that's been on the fire since this morning sometime." They stopped, looking around a little surprised, especially the lady officer.

"Um. Hi. Deputies Davis and Simmons. We're responding to reports of a woman screaming?" the male deputy said. His eyes locked on Slut as she bent over the fire as she started lunch. "Is everything okay here?"

We all looked at each other again, except for Slut, who was turning a very deep red, and we started laughing.

I finally caught my breath. "Yes, Deputy Davis, as far as I know, everything here is great." I introduced myself and the guys, then pointed at Slut. "Those screams were either a mountain lion that ranged way out of its normal territory, or our little Slut here, Gail Jeffries." The others looked at me in surprise. "What!?! We did do SOMETHING last night besides fuck like teenagers. Damn."

Slut blushed again, all of the guys laughed, including Deputy Davis. Deputy Simmons did not seem to appreciate the humor, and since she had the dog's leash and her hand on her side arm, I thought it might be a good idea to try and diffuse her. "Slut, I need some fresh coffee, and Deputy Davis might appreciate some. The others need beer. Once you're done with that, take my phone and Deputy Simmons and check in. The Deputy will have some questions for you. Answer her honestly and completely."

Slut looked at the other woman, then nodded to me. "Yes, Master." Everyone thanked her for their drinks, then she motioned Deputy Simmons to follow her in the direction of the stream. Simmons looked at her partner, who nodded, then followed Slut, giving me dirty looks over her shoulder as she went. I smiled until they left the camp, then turned to Davis.

"So, I imagine that walking into our little site came as a bit of a shock."

Davis sipped his coffee, his eyes taking in nearly every detail of the site. "A bit. Honestly, I expected to walk into a deer camp or a slaughter house. Seeing four naked men, a woman who looks in perfect condition besides being naked and cuffed, and a spotless camp would not have been my bet. Ever."

Mike and Tim looked at each other uncomfortably, and Steve looked serious. "Seen much of that out here?"

Davis nodded, looking down for a moment before looking at each of us, his gaze settling on me. "Care to tell me what is really going on here?"

I smile, bowing my head a little. "My pleasure. My friends here and I take a week every year to get away from our real worlds. Tim and Mike are programmers, I'm a contractor that works on their server hardware, and Steve is my accountant. This year, Slut, or Gail, walked into camp trussed up and naked. She agreed to be our sextoy for the week. She checks in with her friends every day and has a safe word if things go too far. The screaming that was reported was mostly likely her while one of us were balls deep in her."

The Deputy looked at me for a good thirty seconds, blinking, processing. He opened his mouth a few times on false starts before he finally got out, "No shit?"

The guys laughed and I nodded. "That's why I had her go with Simmons before anyone had time to say anything. Simmons will get the same story from her, with more or less detail. Plus, Simmons can talk to Slut's friend on the phone, who will also corroborate. Two things I've learned about the truth over the years- one, it doesn't change, regardless of who tells it; and two, it can be weirder than anything the imagination can come up with."

Davis laughed at that, nodding and sipping his coffee. "And I suppose you're all naked just out of convenience?"

Tim spoke up, "Well it sure isn't so I can look at Dave's pudgy ass, or Mike's prissy one." Mike tried to look hurt, but could not keep from giggling.

We all laughed some more, and Davis, seemingly satisfied about our answers, let the conversation drift onto other subjects. We all chatted away companionably for a while before the ladies returned. They were chatting away, Slut smiling, Deputy Simmons looking a little confused, but considerably less hostile. Slut put my phone back in the truck, checked on and refilled everyone's drinks, poured coffee for Simmons and a bowl of water for the dog, then knelt at my chair and clipped her leash to it. The last got an odd look from Deputy Davis and a surprised one from Deputy Simmons.

I ran my fingers through Slut's hair, which she had taken out of the braid and pulled back into a loose ponytail. "Everything okay, my pet?"

Slut nodded, smiling. "Yes, Master. Deputy Simmons just wanted to know about what was happening, and to ensure I was neither being harmed or held against my will. She still does not understand why I am here, but believes it is my choice. I hope you don't mind, Master, but I suggested that she might stay a night or two and observe, if she wishes."

I frowned at her a little before looking at the other men. "The suggestion was sound, Slut, but it was not your place to make the offer to her. If she does decide to stay, she will get to see you punished. Unless you would prefer your punishment now before they leave."

The guys looked down, Davis frowned, and Simmons started to look angry again.

Slut's chin lowered to her chest. "I am sorry, Master. I should have suggested the idea to you, and let you make the offer. I will accept my punishment now, if it please you, Master."

I tilted my head slightly. "It is because you think I will be nicer to you with them here, Slut?"

She shook her head a little, "No, Master. It is because I shamed you to them, so I should be shamed in front of them."

I smiled and nodded. "Get my belt from my tent, then lay over the ice chest."

She unclipped herself and moved quickly to obey, settling herself so her ass was toward me and her face to the Deputies.

Davis piped up, "Um, Mr Wilcox, this really isn't necessary."

Simmons was livid. "You can't do that. Andy, stop him. She doesn't deserve this. She did nothing wrong, dammit!"

I stood behind slut, belt folded in half and tapping my leg softly. I looked over at Simmons. "Did she or did she not offer for you to join our camp?"

Simmons bit her lip a little and nodded. "She did, but she, she was trying to help me understand."

"I understand that Deputy. And I agree that it was- and still is- a good idea, and you are both welcome to say, though it will mean a supply run is in order. Where Slut went wrong was to offer to you. She should have suggested it to me or one of the others, so that we could make the offer. It was not her place. She knows that, accepts that she acted wrong, and is willing to accept punishment for her wrong actions."

Davis stayed silent, but watched Simmons and I like a tennis match. Simmons looked at Slut laying over the chest, then at the belt in my hand, then at me. "What if I suggested it?"

I smiled. "If you make the suggestion, then she lied to me, and still deserves to be punished. More so, actually, because she already knows not to lie to me, ever."

Simmons took a step forward, looking almost frightened.

I sighed, a wicked plan forming, and I had to fight not to smile. "Deputy Simmons. As her Master, I am responsible for her care, and that includes disciplining her when need be. The only thing you can do at this point to keep her from her punishment is to take it in her place. She has earned twenty swats." Slut whimpered and my friends winced. "However, because I agree that she had a good idea, I am reducing it to ten. If you have a problem with that, you have three choices. One, shoot me. Two, get in your truck and leave so you don't have to watch. Three, take her punishment for her."

The camp was silent save for the dog lapping at the water bowl. Slut was shaking her head, everyone else was looking at Simmons, who was looking back and forth between me and Slut.

Seconds ticked.

Simmons looked at me when she made her decision, and kept her eyes on my as she unhooked her gun belt, holding it out toward Davis. Davis took it and started to say something, but quieted at a look from his partner. Simmons walked over to stand next to the ice chest. "I will take her punishment, then."

I somehow kept a straight face as I nodded and said two words. "Fine. Strip."

"Wait? What!?!" The shock on her face was almost more than I could handle.

"Her punishment is ten swats with my belt while laying naked on this ice chest. If you are accepting her punishment for her, then strip. Otherwise..." I let my voice trail off, keeping my eyes locked to hers. She looked at me, holding my gaze, trying to stare me down for a full minute before she lowered her eyes and started unbuttoning her shirt. I smiled and nodded, tapping Slut's ass lightly with the belt. "Get up, pet. Get everyone drinks, and get the salve from the first aid kit. I think your savior will appreciate it, and it will start to pay your debt to her." Slut let out a small sob and moved to the tasks I'd given, never getting off of her knees. Simmons, for her part, made quick work of her clothing, tossing everything except her boots into my chair. I chuckled at her show of defiance, even if it would eventually put her more at my mercy. Her face kept coloring as a new bit of her flesh was exposed. Conversations went on around us, Davis and Steve discussing what was going to happen.

I took the time to stand back and appreciate the Deputies body. Her dark blonde hair was cut short, she had on only a light lip gloss. Under the standard cut uniform, she had on a sports bra and grey boy-short panties. As she finished removing all of her clothes, I noticed her skin was an even, dark tone. She tanned, but there were no tan lines. Interesting. She stood naked in front of me, her hands fidgeting at her hips like she was resisting the urge to cover her thick but well trimmed bush. I stifled a smile and pointed at the ice chest. She moved slowly, trying to mimic the position Slut had taken, her thighs against the long side of the ice chest, tits hanging over the opposite end, hands bracing her on the ground. I used the belt to tap her calves softly and she spread her knees farther apart. I nodded and moved around to in front of her, going to one knee and leaning close.

I spoke softly, "That's good. Here is the deal. I am going to give you ten spankings with this belt. I want you to call out the count. If it gets to be too much, I want you to say, 'Uncle'. If you say it, we stop. You can get dressed, everything will go on, and you will have served the punishment. Do you understand?"

She nodded, a small sniff coming.

I shook my head, "Deputy Simmons... " I looked at Davis, who mouthed her first name, "Dana. I need to hear you say it. I need to know that you really do understand. Otherwise you can get up and Slut will accept her spankings."

She whispered, "No... don't. I understand. If I can't handle it, I say, 'Uncle'. Can I ask a question, first?" She looked up at me, and I could see the tears ready to fall. I couldn't tell she were more afraid or humiliated. I nodded. "How many can Gail take?"

I smiled, looking over at the slut. "Slut? How many spankings with a belt have you been given before safe wording?"

"Master, I have never used my safe word for a belt. I've been counted as many as fifty, but that was after having to start over once or twice."

I watched Simmons' eye get wide at hearing that before nodding. "I'm ready then... um... Master?"

I had to smile. "Just 'Sir' will do. You are neither collared, nor owing to me. She calls me Master because I've claimed her and she has accepted my claim." I stood up and moved behind her, noticing the swelling and sheen between her legs. I looked around the camp. "Anyone else want to offer themselves? No? Then here we go."

I closed my eyes and took a calming breath, centering myself. I took a couple of test swings against my calf to gauge the strength of the swats. I could see Simmons twitch at the sounds. I pulled back and let the first one fly. Firm, but not full power. She was new, scared, and not warmed up, so I took it slow. When it connected, her head came up and she shook. I could see her bite her lips to keep from crying out. I cleared my throat, loudly.

"One, Sir," she said through her teeth.

"I will give you that one, because you have not been trained. If I have to remind you again, we start over from one. Am I understood?"

She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

I looked over at Davis, who was watching, fascinated. The other guys were watching, too, smiles on their faces and stiff cocks letting me know they were enjoying the show. Slut knelt by my chair, leash clipped, looking down and watching, as a good submissive can only manage to pull off.

I returned my attention back to little Dana. I swung again, a little harder this time. Again, her head came up and her body shook. "Two, Sir!" she called out, a little louder than she probably wanted to.

"Good girl." I said, letting my pleasure show in my voice. I swung again, a little harder still. "Three, Sir!" Her ass began showing pink stripes where the belt landings overlapped. Again, a little harder. "Four, S.. Sir!" The tears had started, she shifted her hips as the true ache began to sink in. I swung, just a little lighter, as I'd found where I wanted to be. "fff...Five... Sir.." she sobbed. I could see her clawing at the ground with her fingers, her toes flexing. A fine sheen of sweat started beading on her skin. Smack. "Siiixxx... Six, Sir," she sobbed. I frowned. The redness was building too quickly across her ass for my comfort. I lightened the swing again. "AAAAHH... Un... no... Seven, Sir!" I nodded. She was at her limit. She probably wouldn't make the full count now, regardless.

I thought about the next swing. Do I let her off easy, or go hard and push her to say Uncle?

I swung again at the same level as before. She screamed, "AAAHHHEEEIIIGGHT... SSIRR!" Her body was shaking, sweating, her face was a wreck of tears and pain. I looked at Slut, and she shook her head.

"Dana, are you okay?" I asked. "We can stop, if you want. You have done well, and I will accept the punishment as complete."

She lay sobbing, shaking, but shook her head. "No. Finish," she managed.

I shrugged. I swung. The sound of leather across abused flesh echoed almost as much as the scream that followed. "nine, sir," she whispered between sobs. Her ass was a series of angry red lines. I swung a last time. I waited. She cried out, and she sobbed. The color of her butt told me she was already looking at an uncomfortable few days trying to sit. I waited. I counted to ten.

"I guess we start over, since you could not keep count."

The only sound was her crying.

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I swung, lowering my strike a little, coming across the top of her thighs. She screamed out again, "One, Sir!" I smiled, an idea forming of what she was doing. I swung again a little lower still. The belt dipped a little between her legs, touching her puffy pussy just a little. "owowowowowow... Two Sir!" Swing. "Three, Sir!" We continued. I moved my strikes down her thighs, then back up. Her legs and ass were turning a beautiful series of red shades. She got to nine, and again stopped counting. I just kept swinging, giving her time to catch her breath a little and call out. Without prompting, she started over at one. The third time she failed to count number ten, Davis called out. "Dana! What the fuck? Say 'ten', already!" Dana shook her head, and whispered, "one, sir." And so it continued.

At number fifty, she finally said, "Ten, Sir! Thank-you, Sir!" I nodded and smiled.

"Good girl. You've made me very proud, and impressed the other Misters here today. Slut, tend to her." I went and sat in my chair, not moving her clothes first. I looked over at Davis, who was shaking his head, drinking a beer, and watching Slut and his partner. "You're wondering why, aren't you, Deputy? Why she wouldn't let me finish?" He nodded. "She wanted to prove she was strong as Slut. That she could handle it. Not to us, or to Slut, or anyone else. She had to prove it to herself." Davis looked at me, then at Dana again. Her sobbing had lessened, but she was still leaning over the ice chest, panting as Slut rubbed the skin lotion over the abused flesh. Simmons would whimper and flinch as my pet would massage the salve in, but the relief was obvious on her face and the coloring of her ass and legs. "She is a beautiful woman in a job normally dominated by men, so he has to be tough to be respected in your eyes. Then she meets Slut, who has submitted herself not only to be naked and used and all the things that are supposed to show a woman as week, but willing to take a punishment for not doing so. Slut showed her a paradox she couldn't understand, strength in surrender. It started out just protecting Slut from the mean man, but when she found out that Slut took fifty spankings, she had to know what that took, and if she was strong enough."

Davis' eyes got wider as I went on, looking at Dana in a new way. Slut looked at me, and Dana just kept her eyes down.

"Dana, you are welcome to stay, and I will further give you another choice. If you want, you can stay as an observer from the Sheriff's department to oversee the welfare of Slut. We don't have supplies or bedding enough, so you'll have to either pitch in for our supply run, or go and come back with your share." I smiled. "Or, you can stay under the same conditions as Slut. Steve will drive you into town. I will pay for the extra food we will need and a dog collar. He will then drive you home, where you will leave everything you have, wear only the dog collar, and Steve will bring you back here. For the rest of your stay, you will be Steve's pet, and subject to whatever he says. Likely it will be similar to Slut, which means you will have more sex by tomorrow morning than the average porn star has in a week. You will have your safe word, and the same conditions of its use.

"Deputy Davis, you are also welcome to stay. Again, either as oversight, or as one of us, and with all the privileges we enjoy over our camp toys. Again, you'll have to help with the camp supplies. One of you might want to take the dog back to the station, though."

Simmons had composed herself enough to stop crying, though she still winced when she moved. "Actually, he's mine. I bring him along on long days because I don't have a sitter, and he tears up the house if I'm gone too long. I'd like him to stay, too, if that's alright."

I chuckled, looking at Steve, who was beaming. "You are staying then?" She nodded, and I looked at Andy. "Are you?"

Deputy Andy Davis looked at his partner, maybe for the first time. "Yeah. I think I am. I can run in and pick up all the supplies when I drop off that beast for my truck. I can take all of her things with me, too, so she can start adjusting without me being here."

She looked up at him surprised. "I didn't say I was... that I was going to do that."

Steve chuckled. "Well? Are you going to be my sex slave or not?"

Dana blushed, looking around at all of us. Finally she lowered her eyes and nodded, "Yes, Sir. I will."

Mike clapped, Tim cheered. Andy just shook his head and smiled. I got up and handed all of Dana's things to Andy, offering to throw in some money. He shook his head. "Getting to experience this will be well worth the cost of some food, pal. I'll be back soon, with a nice new collar for your new slave."

"Make sure it's nylon. Leather wouldn't be good out here, and we don't have a padlock to properly secure a chain." I said. Steve nodded agreement.

"What about cuffs? Your Slut has cuffs."

"Mister Andy, Sir? My cuffs and collar were special orders, gifts from my parents."

"Your..." Andy trailed off. The rest of us just looked shocked.

"I'm going to love to hear this one later, Slut." I said.

She blushed and nodded. Andy left, still shaking his head. I waited until the sound of his truck was well away before turning to Steve. "Well, bud? What do you want to do with your new pet?"

Steve grinned. "Well, in the proud tradition you started, I think I'm going to test her out. Get a good claim on her first. And, since she is all positioned, I think I'm going to start now."

I laughed and waved Slut over to me. Tim and Mike moved over to get a good view. The big dog lay down behind Slut, sniffing at her. She squirmed a little, but said nothing.

Steve went to his knees in front of Dana, his cock already hard and throbbing. He stroked her hair and her throat. She opened her mouth, closing her eyes. "No, pet. Open your eyes. I want you here, now, not retreating into some part of your mind where none of this matters." She opened her eyes, looking up at him, a little afraid. Slowly, Steve slid is cock between her lips, letting her adjust to it as he pushed deeper, backing out to let her take a breath, then pushing farther. Drool started dripping down her chin, sliding down his balls. Sooner than I expected, Steve had gotten all of his huge shaft into her throat and had started a slow, rhythmic fucking of her face. Tears started running down her cheeks, but she kept her eyes open, watching him. Her hands had moved from gripping the ground to holding his hips, even trying to pull him into her faster. He wouldn't let her, keeping his pace slow and steady. She whimpered and he pulled himself out completely, moving behind her. Dana coughed a little, spitting and swallowing, panting. She looked over at Slut and I. We both nodded and smiled, and she smiled back. Steve pushed her knees farther apart, spreading her spittle along the slit of her pussy. He laughed. "She's already wet." Slowly, he pushed his dick into her pussy, keeping a firm grip on her hips. She moaned, her eyes drifting closed before she snapped them open again. Steve was buried in her with a single push. "Oh, fuck, man. She's tight, but she was ready. I didn't think she was this turned on already." He started fucking her in earnest, grunting. Her cries were rising, her breathing coming quicker, her eyes fluttered closed, but we were all sure she wasn't mentally running away. Steve shifted his right hand to her shoulder, pulling her harder onto his impaling shaft. He started panting. "Oh. man. not. going. to. laaAAAAHH!" He rammed forward, pushing her hard enough that the ice chest almost fell over. Her scream of pleasure matched his, their bodies shaking and shivering at their mutual release. He leaned down over her, kissing her shoulder, his hands wrapping around her chest, caressing. Softly he said, "Mine. Bitch. That's your name now. Bitch."

She shivered again, nodding, and panted, "Yes, Sir. I am your Bitch."

We all applauded, even Slut. She even crawled over and gave Bitch a long, open mouthed kiss- which Bitch returned. She smiled, and whispered, "Welcome, sister."

Then Slut screamed.

We had all been focusing on Steve, his new Bitch, and Slut. What we missed was Bitch's dog, the big shepherd, had gotten a bit agitated during his owner's claiming. She was screaming, but not calling for him, so he was confused. He could smell the arousal of two different females. Then one of them presented itself. The smell of sex had him excited, so he went for the offered pussy.

My Slut.

I've seen the videos of women trying to get their dogs to mount them, missing, dry humping, and being more frustrating than satisfying until they somehow managed to hit the right spot. How they, as a species, manage to survive is a mystery to me. Except for Barker. The Deputy's shepherd had to be the only dog I've seen that hit a cunt square on the first attempt and managed to stay in it.

The fact that it was into Slut was at once disturbing and exciting. I was too shocked at first to react. By the time I could move or call out, Barker was in full rut, Slut was tits down ass up and moaning as she was getting pounded. I went to her side and she looked up at me. The look on her face told me all I needed. My Slut was humiliated, getting fucked by a beast, and loving every second of it. I touched her face and smiled, going back to my chair and watching. Steve had pulled out of Bitch and moved to his seat, pulling Bitch with him. Bitch was crying, repeating, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Slut turned her head to face me, and I savored the look of ecstasy and abandon on her face.

Her eyes went wide, her moaning solidifying to a long, "Ohh mmmyyy ggaawwwwWWWDD!!!" She clawed at the ground, but it was too late. The dog's knot had expanded enough to lock the dog inside of her abused cunt. Barker had stopped pumping his hips, and Slut whimpered, "it's so hot! fuck, there's alot. oooh fuuuuccck!" Her body shivered and I could tell she was cumming. She lay there for a minute or two, panting, another orgasm rolling over her anytime the dog tried to move. It took about five minutes for the dog's knot to shrink enough for him to pull his cock out, and it slid out with a gush of his semen spilling onto the ground. Barker went to lay down, panting, and licking himself contentedly. Slut crawled over to lay her head in my lap, wrapping her arms around my hips.

She caressed my cock with her face, whispering, "Thank-you, Master. That was wonderful, Master."

I smiled down and her, petting her hair.

Bitch was still crying, leaning on Steve's legs, but at least she had stopped apologizing.

I looked at Steve and smiled. "Slut, why don't you take your new sister with you to get cleaned up. I'm sure she would like to freshen up herself before dinner."

Steve nodded and smiled back. Slut looked up, smiled, kissed my cock, and said, "yes, Master." She slowly got to her feet and walked over to Bitch, holding her hand out. Bitch looked up as Steve, who smiled and nodded. The new girl took Slut's hand, and the two went off to the stream, chatting quietly.

The guys all looked at me and shook their heads, smiling. "Damn, Dave. Are you fucking charmed this week?"

I just shrugged, got a beer from the cooler, and sat back drinking it.

"Why did you pick Steve anyway?" Mike asked.

"Because he was a cop before he was an accountant. He knows how cops think, so will be best able to anticipate the best way to push her buttons," Tim replied with a chuckled. I toasted him.

The girls got back to camp, and Slut went to work making our late lunch. Bitch sat at Steve's feet, seeming content.

Andy arrived just before the food was ready. He brought two sets of plates and flatware and food and bowl for Barker. We informed him that Bitch- he laughed at her new name- would not need any, as she would be eating like Slut does, out of a bowl like the bitches they were. Slut blushed, Bitch blushed and almost cried. We all sat down to eat, and chatted away. The girls ate, though we made sure that Barker was tied well away from them to avoid his getting another round.

Once we'd finished eating, we explained the rules to the newcomers. The girls were available for anyone's use, but a girl's "owner" always had first choice. No skin or bones broken, and if they called their safe word, then the game stopped for them. Andy didn't wait long to toss his clothes in his tent once it was set up. Steve seemed to take great pleasure in fastening the wide, pink, nylon collar around Bitch's neck, and Andy had brought a small padlock, which the two managed to use to secure the collar on her.

Slut sat in my lap while I fingered her pussy. She appeared to have the night off, as all the guys wanted to take turns with Bitch. I think Andy had wanted to use his coworker for some time, because he took every hole with gusto. I took my turn, as well, but only dumped a single load into her mouth before retiring to my tent with my slut after the sun went down. We lay talking for a long time, listening to the guys wear themselves out, then Steve taking Bitch down to the water to clean up again before they turned in.

We didn't have sex before sleeping that night. I just wrapped my arms around her, she slid my cock into her pussy, and we fell asleep.

End of Night 3

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Introduction:
Two more campers join the fun
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

Night 4

I woke up into either Heaven or a dream. I had something warm and wet sliding up and down my cock, which was throbbing almost painfully. Something soft and firm held my wrists over my head. A siren’s song of passion building whispered in my ear and breathed across my cheek. My first conscious thought was that I was being raped by my sleeping bag. My second thought was that my first thought was ridiculous, because you cannot rape the willing. I opened my eyes to focus on the face of an angel, her dark hair a curtain shielding us from the rest of the world. Her eyes met mine and I knew I could never let her go. She leaned down, her lips touching mine. We feasted from each other, breath, sound, passion. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hips rolling, swaying as she took her pleasure from me, used me to fill her carnal desires. I felt the soft velvet throat begin to pulse, drawing me in deeper, milking me. I released into her, screaming into her kiss. The feeling of my heat in her must have been what she was waiting for, as her orgasm crested with mine, her screams pushing against mine where our lips met. She clung to me, shaking as if she would float away. We lay there, panting, taking turns breathing through the other, moaning with each twitch, each sensation, until I softened enough to fall from her folds in a flood of our mating. She broke our kiss, moving so we were cheek to cheek, her grip relaxing around my wrists.

I whispered, “Good morning, Slut. I should punish you for taking liberties.”

I could feel the heat rise in her face where it touched mine. “I am sorry, Master, but I saw your cock so hard and I could not resist the temptation.”

I kissed her cheek. “You are forgiven under the condition that you will repeat this performance every morning before you leave my side. I rather enjoy being woken so.”

She giggled and nodded, kissing my cheek. “As you wish, Master. Shall I get your coffee ready?”

“Mmmm… Yes, my pet. That would be acceptable penance for now.” We laughed as she slowly untangled herself from me, leaving a trail of our juices across my body. I languished for a few minutes, listening to her greeting the others. I rolled out of the blankets, making a mental note to have her air them out today. I stepped out of the tent to see Steve, Bitch, and Andy having what seemed to be a rather deep discussion, while Tim read a book. Mike was just walking back into camp with an armload of deadfall for the fire. Slut knelt by my chair, coffee in hand, waiting. I smiled, petted her head, and glanced down at my cock. “I have to piss, Slut.”

She blushed and smiled. “Yes, Master.” She moved close, and opened her mouth under my cock, taking it gently between her fingers of one hand, bracing herself on my thigh with the other. I smiled and let the stream flow, sipping my coffee as I watched her swallow the first mouthful. I looked up to see that Andy and Bitch had stopped to stare.

“Isn’t that unsanitary?” Andy asked?

“Not really,” I said. “Piss is just sterile water, excess salt and potassium from your body, and uric acid- urine. It’s all byproducts of eating and drinking and is in your blood anyway. Her body will use what it can, like the water and some of the minerals, then pass the rest like anything else.” My stream had ended to a dribble and Slut was suckling the last of it out. “Clean me up while you are there, Slut.”

“Yes, Master. Thank-you, Master.” Her mouth and tongue went to work at lapping up the remains of her wake up call.

Bitch looked unconvinced. “But, Sir? Doesn’t it taste bad? Can’t she get sick?”

I shrugged. “The only real bad taste would be from the urea, and about forty percent of people are genetically coded to not taste it. I don’t mind the taste myself. And, I’ve never heard of anyone getting sick from drinking straight from the tap. Once it’s out, then it becomes a breeding ground of bacteria.” I stuttered a bit as Slut nipped the inside of my thigh playfully. I frowned down at her and she cowered playfully between my legs. “You, my little breeder, are getting way too comfortable. I’m thinking it was a mistake to let Bitch take your punishment for you yesterday.”

Slut squeaked an apology, bending down to kiss my ankles, raising her ass high. We all laughed at Barker sounded off, making Slut jump and look around. I sat down, watching Bitch chew her lip in though looking at Slut and I. She whispered something to Andy and Steve, who both smiled and nodded, getting to their feet. She crawled on hands and knees after them as they went to the edge of the tree line. We watched as Bitch sat up, taking the same head back position that Slut had. Steve quietly gave a few corrections, then aimed his dick at her mouth, letting the stream flow. I heard her cough and gag a little, watched a bit run down her chin and chest, but she quickly started swallowing and no more escaped. Like Slut, she suckled the last drops from Steve’s hardening member before he stepped back, smiling. “Good Bitch. You did very well for your first time,” he said.

She lowered her head, smiling and licking her lips. “Thank-you, sir. It did not taste as bad as I expected.”

Andy stepped up and Bitch opened her mouth again to receive his sample. His aim was not as good as Steve’s was, and more spilled around her face and chest than before. Soon, though, he was filling her mouth and she swallowed all that he offered, sucking the dregs from his shaft as well. From the grin he tried to hide, I could not help but wonder if he had missed on purpose.

I finished my coffee and handed the cup to Slut. “A beer now, and start breakfast before we all get too involved and horny and forget to eat.” She nodded and went to work. “Steve, you might want to take Bitch and Barker for a walk down the road. We don’t want him thinking we’ve forgotten him, or have him making a mess of the site.” Steve smiled and nodded, retrieving Barker’s leash and producing one that he connected to Bitch’s collar as well. They disappeared down the road, Andy walking along side.

I sat, drinking my beer, watching Slut go about the very domestic looking work. I saw Mike watching as well, and wondered what his home life was really like. Tim was watching her as well. Naked save for her steel cuffs and collar, her hair tied back by a rather ingenious use of her leash, she looked completely comfortable and at home cooking and cleaning. I could easily see her doing this all in my kitchen, Mike sitting at the table during one of his banishment weekends, Tim yelling in the other room about some player on the game system. I could just as easily see her tied over the dining room table with all four- no, five now- of us lined up ready to fuck her cunt raw. I shook my head to clear it as the dog walkers returned. Slut dished out breakfast, which Bitch delivered. We all chatted, enjoying the meal as well as the view of the girls face down in their breakfast bowls. When everyone was done, the girls took care of cleaning up. When they returned, the day’s first entertainment began in earnest.

I had Bitch lay on top of what we had dubbed the ‘Fuck Chest’ on her back. It was just long enough for her head to hang over one end and her ass to rest on the other. She was supported but accessible. Slut lay on top of her ‘69’ style. We used some rope to lightly lash them together and I had them begin to pleasure each other while I explained the rest of the game to the guys. Bitch whined a little at first until Steve lifted her head and buried her face in Slut’s snatch. Slut attacked Bitch’s pussy with her regular enthusiasm. The sight was enough to get five cocks hard and twitching in short order.

“The game, gentlemen, will be to deposit as much of your cum into the cunts of our little breeders here. Once you deposit your load, the other slut will suck and slurp out as much as she can. Slut, being the more experienced of the two at this task, has the added challenge of not letting any escape. I will be setting up a collection cup under Bitch’s ass, and Slut will earn one spank for each shot glass or partial shot glass of spunk she lets get past. Bitch’s incentive will be obvious. Anything she doesn’t swallow, she wears.” I looked around at four grinning faces. “Any questions? No?” The girls we both moaning freely into the other’s pussy by now, so I determined both were ready. “Let’s begin, then. Andy, you and Mike get to go first.”

To my surprise, Andy moved behind Slut, sliding his shaft in smoothly. Her head pulled up and she moaned. Mike used her movement to get into position between Bitch’s legs. It took a little maneuvering to get fully seated, Slut having to move to the side a little. She kissed his hip, suckling it noisily in time with Andy ramming his cock into her. I could hear Bitch’s muffled cries as well, a slurping sound hinting at her mouth being full of Andy’s balls. I pulled my phone out and started recording, definitely wanting this documented for my future amusement. Both men finished surprisingly quick, grunting and bucking, trying to get every drop of seed they could as deeply into their chosen breeder. They backed up and the girls both went to work. I quickly set a funnel and bottle under Bitch to collect what Slut missed.

Both of the women were screaming and shaking by the time the slurping had finished. Bitch’s face was soaked, but very little had escaped Slut’s mouth into the bottle. I motioned to Tim and Steve to take their turns next. I had to call to them twice before they answered me.

Tim slid his cock into Bitch after pulling Slut to the side by her hair. Steve wasted no time in starting to pound Slut’s fuckhole. I circled the group, getting facial expressions of the girls, the dicks sliding in and out of our screaming sluts, their attempts to collect whatever was leaking from the other early. Steve ended up cumming first, the force of his bucking shoving Slut’s shoulder into Tim almost painfully. I handed the phone to Mike so that he could continue to film while I took my turn.

I stood and watched Bitch as she started her cleaning. She let the first glob to leak from Slut’s pussy run down the slit and onto her tongue, lapping it up with such a look of pleasure that I almost could not wait. After the first taste, she buried her face between Slut’s folds, her hands coming around to pull the other girl open farther. Slut’s moans told of how well Bitch was using her tongue, even with the pounding she was receiving herself. I heard Tim grunt as he deposited his load into the Bitch, and saw Slut’s head disappear between Bitch’s legs. Bitch’s head, meanwhile, snapped back, her eyes rolling back as her body shook. The mixed cum spurted from Slut, giving a fresh coating to Bitch’s face. I took the opportunity to step up, shoving my desperate cock deep into my Slut. Her head came up for a moment before she could control herself, and I heard her curse before going back to her feeding. I started working her cunt slowly, rolling my hips. I felt Bitch’s mouth take one of my balls in, her tongue sliding along the bottom of my shaft as I working in and out of Slut. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed fucking my little whore while my balls slapped the Deputy that we had corrupted, all in front of her partner and my friends. The entire scene was enough to force my balls to empty quicker than I would have liked. I shoved deep, feeling Slut’s battered cervix softer than it had been earlier this morning. I smiled wider, imagining just how much sperm was filling her womb by now, with the five of us sending load after creamy load into her.

I opened my eyes and backed out, noticing Andy had taken his turn between Bitch’s legs. Steve had taken over camera duties, so I sat back and just enjoyed the show for a while.

It took a couple of hours before the five of us were spent enough to stop. We had each deposited four or five loads into the girls. Bitch’s face had a thick coating of sperm and cunt juices. Slut, her face also coated, had let about half of the bottle fill with the escaping fluids. We untied them, having them kneel as I measured out the results.

I filled a shot glass from the bottle. “That’s one, Slut. Open your mouth.” She did and I poured the contents down her throat, and she swallowed. I filled the glass again. “That’s two.” Again, I fed it to her. I repeated the ritual of pouring, counting, and feeding four more times. “Six shots in total. Very impressive, Slut. But you still have earned six swats.” The guys cheered. “Stand up, Slut. Hands behind your neck.” She got to her feet quicker than I would have expected, considering how exhausted we all were by now. I took my belt and swung at her ass from below. She lifted up on her toes as it struck, crying out. Her back arched and she eased herself back to flat footed.

“One, Master,” she sobbed.

The second swat came from below, as well, and she lifted herself again.

“Two, Master.” Tears flowed freely down her face, mixing with the spunk.

I continued her punishment, aiming the strike a little off each time to spread the feeling. She counted all six the first time. I was very proud of her, even if the others mumbled disappointment. I told the guys to relax for a while, and took both girls to the stream. Steve thanked me for taking care of his Bitch for him.

I had both girls kneel in the water as I took my time rinsing them off, letting my hands play over their skin.

“How are you holding up, Dana?” I asked.

She looked up at me, startled to have heard her real name. “I, um, I’m fine, Sir. Part of me is saying that I should be running away screaming, or shooting all of you, but I am actually content for the first time that I can remember. It’s hard, at first, letting go, not fighting.”

Slut nodded and smiled. “It gets easier. I still have times where I want to rebel, but mostly it is when I WANT to be punished, or be pushed to a new level.” She looked up at me, her eyes glassy. “Master has been good to me so far.”

I smiled, stroking both of their heads before sitting in front of them. “How are you two doing physically? Do either of you need to take the afternoon off? We’ve put you girls through a lot of abuse in a really short time, and there are three more days to go. I think the guys are about at their limits, too, so don’t think that you’ll be the only ones needing a break.”

The girls giggled, smiling at each other. “I would like the time to recover, Master,” Slut said. “And saying that we need the break could give the Misters the time they need without seeming weak to each other.”

I nodded, laughing. “Good enough. I’ll let everyone know. Slut, call and check in when you two get back. Relax a bit, because I think you are both going to be doing extra chores to make up for giving your pussies a rest.” I stood and headed back to camp. They took the news with a little griping, but I could hear some relief under the complaining, all the same.

We spent the rest of the afternoon almost uneventfully, compared to the trip so far. Slut kept looking over at me and smiling while she was on the phone with her friend, but I couldn’t hear what was said, and I didn’t ask. We all went swimming for a while, splashing and dunking each other like kids. Dinner was excellent, which never ceased to surprise any of us considering it was camp food.

I sent Slut to sleep with Mike that night. She seemed to understand without my saying anything. I lay awake a long time that night, thinking, wondering, and planning. When I fell asleep, it was to dreams of what it might be like if Gail came to live with me.

End of Night 4

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Introduction:
The camping trip comes to an end
Author's Note: For those who have been following The Camp Slut story line, this final installment may be a disappointment. It is not like the rest, as it wraps up the story. It does, however, open up a number of other threads for me to follow up on when the mood hits me. I hope you have enjoyed the tale.


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.


Night 5

I woke up alone, cold, horny, and grumpy. The last was the only state out of the ordinary. At least I could hear conversation and activity outside, and smell coffee. I stepped out of my tent to see Andy and Bitch tearing down his tent. Tim and Steve had their tents down, too, and were packing up Tim’s truck. I stood there confused, watching the chaos and trying to get my brain processing enough to figure out what the hell was going on. Slut came up to me, knelt, and presented a cup of coffee.

I took a sip, closing my eyes as the warm liquid slid down my throat. When I opened my eyes, things started making sense.

A fully dressed Andy turned around and saw me. “Hey, Dave. Sorry, pal, but Dana and I need to get back. We only had a couple days off, and there are a lot of things we need to talk about before we go back to work tomorrow.”

Bitch- wait, he’d called her Dana again- Dana came over and gave me a big hug, pulling my face down to add a passionate kiss. “Thank-you, Sir,” she whispered. “You’ve given me a gift I don’t know how to repay. I gave Slut my number to put in your phone. Give us a call when you’re in the area.” She hugged me again and went to finish loading the last of their gear. Andy came over and shook my hand, thanked me, and said his goodbyes. He scruffed Slut’s hair as he walked away, smiling. Barker jumped up into the truck, and Andy drove off with a naked and still collared Dana.

I went to sit down. Slut followed and clipped her leash to my chair. Mike was helping the other two load the last of their things when he noticed me. He grabbed his chair and took a seat beside me.

“Tim got a call early this morning about an emergency patch for a project we are working on,” Mike explained. “He said he could handle it, so I can catch a ride back with you. One of Steve’s major clients is having a meltdown, too, so he’s heading back.”

I nodded, petting Slut idly as I sipped my coffee. Tim and Steve waved as they hopped into the truck and drove off. I looked around, thinking the camp seemed suddenly quiet and empty. My mood was not improving.

“So guys’ trip was a bust this year, I guess,” I grumbled.

“Dude, are you fucking kidding? This has been the best year yet,” Mike exclaimed. “Tim is already planning next year’s and says he’ll be trolling to find us each a girl. I might see if Betsy wants in on the action, too.” He blushed, “though that may bring up some other issues.”

I nodded. “Slut, since it looks like we’re closing the week early, if you want, we can call and get you picked up.” I got a tightness in my chest when I said that.

She turned and looked at me, and I could see hurt behind her eyes. “You, um, don’t want me to stay, um, Master?”

I pulled her up into my lap, my thumbs brushing away tears that weren’t there. “Gail, I don’t ever want to let you go. Ever. But I promised to let your friends pick you up when our trip was over.”

She lowered her head to my shoulder, whispering, “yes, Master. I will call.” She got up and retrieved my phone, making the call. She stood there, her back to me, arm wrapped against her body.

“Hi. Yes, well, kinda’. Everyone had to leave early, so he wants to-“ She turned to look at me, her brow creased. “Yes. Just a moment.” She walked over to me looking confused, holding the phone out to me. “He wants to talk to you.”

I took the phone, equally confused. “He?”

She nodded.

“Hello?”

A deep voice answered. “Hello, David. I am Arnold Jeffries. Is there a problem with my daughter’s conduct?”

I looked up at Slut, my eyes wide, and mouthed, “Your father?”

She nodded and shrugged.

“David?”

“Yes, sir. Um. No, sir. Slu… er… Gail has been wonderful. But I promised her and… the woman I spoke to the first day that I would arrange for her to be picked up when our trip was over.”

“I see. And you wish to end your contact now.”

“No, sir. I was actually hoping to make arrangements to see Gail on a regular basis, court her officially.”

I could see a smile tug at her lips.

“I see. I think it would be better to have this discussion in person. If I recall, it took approximately two hours for us to drive her out to your area. I should think we can expect you here by three this afternoon, then.”

I blinked, looking up at Slut. “Um. Sure. Three o’clock should be fine, I guess.”

“Am I to assume that Michael is still with you?”

What the fuck? I turned to look at Mike. “Yes, he is.”

“Good. It has been a while since we have seen him. We look forward to meeting you, David. Goodbye.” The call ended.

I set the phone down on my lap, still looking at Mike. “Start breaking camp, Slut. We are going to meet your parents.” She jumped and giggled, clapping, then started scurrying around. Mike started getting to his feet. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ground in front of me. “Not you.”

Mike froze, looking rather frightened before kneeling.

“Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do. First, how the fuck does Gail’s father know you, or that you are here. Second, what does he mean that they ‘haven’t seen you in a while’?”

Mike blanched. Slut started moving faster, staying very quiet.

“Well, you see. Betsy is their eldest.”

I looked back and forth between Mike and Gail. “So Gail is your sister-in-law.”

Mike nodded.

“And neither of you decided to mention this little fact?” I was not sure if I felt more betrayed or angry at that point. Either way, my grumpy was starting to boil over to pissed off.

Slut had the sense to look embarrassed as she ducked into our tent. Mike stuttered, “To be fair, you didn’t ask.”

I stood up and exploded. “Why the fuck would I think to ask!?! You’re the one who asked where I’d hired a whore! You fucked her every which way from Tuesday just like the rest of us! Granted, she isn’t biologically your sister, but legally, it’s incest. What the fuck, ‘dude’?”

Mike was cowering, and I could see Gail taking a long time to fold up the blankets. “I didn’t recognize her at first, Dave. I swear. It wasn’t until you said her name that I realized who she was. I’m sorry, man. I’d have told you, I swear.”

“Gail! Did you know?”

“No, Master,” she squeaked. “The last time I saw Michael was at my seventeenth birthday party. Elizabeth doesn’t come home very often, and almost never brings her family.”

I could hear her crying, could see the tears and pain on Mike’s face. It tamped the rage to a dull heat. I turned, heading for the stream path, calling over my shoulder. “Get the truck packed. I need a minute or two to cool off while I figure things out.”

I sat on the stream bank, throwing rocks into the trees across the way. Why was I so angry? So hurt? Did it really matter that one of my best friends had history with the girl I loved? That thought stopped me. I loved her. That beautiful, submissive nymphomaniac. Up until the phone call with her father, I had every intention of taking the little slut home with me, collaring her, even marrying her, just to keep her with me. Had any of that changed?

No, it hadn’t. Even sitting here fuming, I could feel something missing because she wasn’t next to me.

I sighed, getting to my feet. I turned to find Gail kneeling just at the end of the path, her face a mess of tears. Softly, she whispered, “Everything is packed up and ready, Master. I have a set of clothes set out for you to dress in.”

“Come here, Gail.” She started to crawl over. “No. Stand up and walk. The game is on hold for a moment. I want to talk to you.” She got to her feet slowly, stopping a couple steps away, still looking down. I closed the gap, lifting her chin with a gentle finger. “Look at me, Gail.” She lifted her eyes to meet mine. “It bothers me that you and Mike hid this from me. As soon as one of you knew, you both should have told me. Still, it’s done, and it doesn’t change the fact that I have fallen in love with you. I’m still going to try and steal you away and put MY collar on your pretty little neck, and maybe a bit of sparkle on your hand. That is, if you want me to.”

I could see the excitement grow in her eyes as I went on, her tears changing to those of joy. She jumped, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes, yes, yes. I want that very much, Master.”

I laughed, hugging her. “Ok, Slut. Let’s get back so we can go meet your parents and get things settled.”

The drive to her parents’ home was interesting. Slut sat in the middle between Mike and I, still naked save for the steel cuffs and collar. We had to stop in town to fill up on gas. I made her get out and pump the fuel while I went inside to pay and pick up some drinks and munchies for the drive. The other customers and the attendant all stared at her. Most of the men couldn’t help but smile. About half the women made rude comments under their breath. The other half either smiled or complimented her on her bravery. I got some comments as well when I paid for the gas she had pumped. Her face had turned several shades of red by the time we drove off, and I gave her a towel to sit on to keep from staining my seat.

We talked about her family, how her older sister, Elizabeth, had become a Dominant and taken Mike as her submissive. Their parents were just as proud of Betsy as they were of her. She had two brothers, too. They were both in college still, so had not made their decisions as to which way they would choose. Conversation stopped when we pulled up to the gate.

I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember much about that first visit to the Jeffries Estate. I was a little overwhelmed, between finding out about Mike and Gail, then seeing the house, meeting Arnold and Felicia. Arnold was an imposing man, but he doted on his daughter, and she adored him. Felicia was nude, save for a gold and ruby chain that circled her neck. She was the perfect hostess, even if she was on her knees most of the time. It is said that if you want to know what a woman will look like when she gets older, you just have to look at her mother. If that was true, then Gail was going to be causing men to adjust themselves until the day she died. The only reason I could take my eyes from Felicia Jeffries was because I had spent the last several days with Gail.

At the end of the meeting, I reached to hand Gail’s keys to Arnold with some lame excuse about not having earned them yet. A stern look from the man had me clipping the keys to my belt. We shook hands, I got a hug and rather intimate kiss from Felicia, and the three of us drove to my house. Mike was still banished from Betsy for a couple days, so, as is typical when she is entertaining, he stayed with me. We unloaded the truck, got things settled in the house, and Gail made dinner for us, eating from a bowl on the floor. I unlocked the leash chain from her collar, but left the rest of the locks in place, hanging the keys with the rest of mine near the door.

We spent the rest of the night in the living room, watching TV, filling my pet with cum, and enjoying being home. Mike was asleep on the couch when I took Gail up to our room.

We made love, and it felt special, like the first time. As we lay in the afterglow, my arms wrapped around her as we spooned, she whispered. “Master? David? What if I got pregnant from this week? What if the baby isn’t yours?”

I smiled, pulling her close and placing a hand on her belly. “Gail, my lovely little slut. You are mine, so the child will be mine. We’ll get a DNA test, but not to prove paternity, but so we can look for any markers that indicate issues down the road.”

She smiled and snuggled into me, and we slept.

The end for now.