Camp Slut Rides Again by Nightside

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With a depressed sigh, I closed yet another window of my web browser, disappointed by the lack of real imagination that went into the story I’d read. I sat naked at my desk, the door to my dorm room open a crack, searching for something interesting to masturbate to in hopes of getting caught by my roommate or some other random passerby. After an hour, I had just about lost hope until a story title caught my attention.

“The Camp Slut, huh? Well, I guess I can give it a try,” I said out loud to the empty room. As I read through the tale, I could start to feel a new tingling. I wanted to be that girl. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair, imagining the feel of the collar and cuffs against my skin, the brush of the tree branches as I walked through the forest. I let my hand drift down between my legs as I imagined being so helpless that anyone or anything could do whatever they wanted to me.

My fingers danced around my clit as I slid two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly aching pussy. I lifted my knees, resting my feet on my desk as I worked my sex as mercilessly as I could, pounding now three fingers deep inside and slapping my clit with the palm. I let my head fall back, my mouth wide open as if I was wearing a ring gag like the girl in the story.

With almost no warning, the orgasm hit me, washing over me like an electric current, my muscles locked and shaking, a strangled cry coming from my throat. I don’t know how long I sat there, my eyes closed, body shaking, pussy convulsing around my fingers. I startled enough when someone cleared their throat that the chair almost flipped backwards.

I turned, chair, body, and all, to face the door, which now was wide open and pretty much filled with the other residents in the dorm. As I sat, naked, my hand still shoved up my cunt, my brain still not functioning, they started applauding, cheering and hooting. My roommate worked her way through the crowd, laughing and shooing them out the door.

“All right, you fucking perverts. Show’s over. Get out so a girl can get herself back in order.” She shook her head as she closed the door on the last of my onlookers, turning back to me with a smile. “Damn, Di. Why didn’t you just do that out in the quad? It would have drawn less attention.”

I pulled my hand out from between my legs with a shiver, grabbing the towel I had left nearby and started wiping myself up. My brain had started catching up with what had happened. The blush that started building was quickly tamped down by the excitement of what I’d just done. I had gotten caught frigging myself, just like I’d wanted. I smiled as I looked up at Julie. “If I didn’t want the attention, I’d have closed the door and put a hanger on it, silly.”

That brought on a new round of laughter from both of us.

“What did you find that finally tripped your trigger?” she asked, dropping into my lap and scooting us both over to the computer. She started reading the story on the screen, and I could tell it had caught her interest as well. She started squirming her ass, worming into my hips more. When she finished, she leaned back against me, turning her head to whisper in my ear, “We have to do this.”

We spent the next couple of hours scouring the internet for the equipment. The ring gags were easy, and we ordered several sizes to see how big we could go. The cuffs and collars were harder. The story described some pretty specific stuff, but we managed to find some that we could secure and we were sure would handle getting wet without being ruined. We ran down to the big box store to pick up the rest of the odds and ends we would need, while discussing the details of our adventure.

The first thing we had to decide was whether to do it together or to take turns. As much as we both wanted to see the other getting manhandled, it was decided that, for safety’s sake, we should go one at a time so that whoever stayed behind could at least point the authorities in the right direction to start with if something went wrong. We both knew going in that we were going to get “raped”, but there are worse things that could happen.

The second item to tackle was location. We couldn’t just pick some random stretch of road near a campground and send the victim out willy-nilly. Wild animals, dangerous plants, and families with kids could all put a quick end to the adventure. After a couple days of discreet questioning, Julie found out about a section of the national forest near campus that was frequented by some of the rowdier fraternities on weekends. We took a few trips to look around the area so we could find a good drop off point not too far from several of the regular gathering spots.

The last piece of our puzzle was when to do it. We wanted to make sure our “victim” was found, but I had concerns about just how many people would be there during the event. After a few times of Julie calling me a chicken shit, I gave in and decided I’d do it after the next home game. The idea of getting used as a cum rag for a bunch of worked up football players had me wanting to run to the bathroom to get myself off. I ended up spending the rest of the day smelling like sex because of my pussy being so wet that I soaked through my panties and shorts and had juices running down my thighs.

With all of the planning done, Julie and I started practicing. We both started wearing our cuffs and collars regularly. We got some strange looks at first. I would look around self-consciously wondering if anyone was going to say something about the tinkling of the locks against the cuffs and I walked around campus. A few people stopped and asked me if I’d found a Master like in the 50 Shades movies, and I answered that I was just trying things out to see if it was something I wanted to do. After a couple weeks, people stopped seeming to notice, and I stopped hearing the locks even. The cuffs just became comfortable and natural.

We took turns conditioning each other’s bodies, as well. One of us would wear a strap on and spend up to an hour fucking the other as hard, fast, and cruelly as we could in each of her holes. After the first few sessions, I started eating more yogurt and protein shakes. Having Julie shove her “cock” down my throat still covered in shit after she pulled it from my ass made me really think about my diet. The first week, we were both hoarse and sore, but I have to say that I don’t remember a time before that I felt so relaxed.

We also didn’t limit ourselves to the dorms. There were times that I would find myself yanked into the bushes on the way between classes, Julie standing over me with her strap-on sticking out from under her skirt. She would use me until I had to ball my shirt up over my mouth to scream my orgasm, then leave me there, disheveled and shaking, having to straighten myself up as much as I could and still hurry to class. Campus security got called a couple of times, but before long, they would look and see it was us, shake their heads, and walk off chuckling.

Finally, after months of planning, preparing, and generally having a great time with each other, football season was starting to wind down. There were only a few home games left, and Julie and I looked over the schedule to see which one we would each take. I was sitting next to her, sipping my soda, and feeling very tired all of the sudden.

I woke up cold, in the dark. The air smelled wrong. Why did my dorm smell like mulch? What was all over the floor poking me and wet at the same time? I tried to sit up and realized my wrists were locked behind my back. I shook my head, trying to focus and heard tinkling. I had my collar on like normal, but this time it sounded different, like there was something extra. My eyes started to focus and I looked around. I was shocked when I realized I wasn’t in my dorm, but in the woods. After a few moments I recognized the area- I was at our drop off point. I tried calling out for Julie, then it registered that the biggest ring gag I had been able to fit in my mouth was in. I was naked, locked up, gagged. Julie had started my adventure for me.

I took another minute to make sure I had my bearings and was okay to walk, then started heading toward where one of the party sites should have been. Before long, I heard the sounds that sent shivers of both fear and lust through me- people at the party spot. Carefully, I crept closer, trying to stay in the shadows of the tree line until I could get an idea of which frat was there and how many. I counted close to twenty guys, and almost as many girls, but I didn’t recognize any of them from campus. Was this a group from a different college or something?

I screamed a little as I felt a hand grab my hair, yanking my head back and almost putting me to my knees. A shiver of pleasure worked its way down my body, and I could feel my juices start running down my thighs. When I could get my eyes to work again, I looked at who had caught me and gasped when I saw it was Julie, a truly wicked smile on her face. She was naked, with only her cuffs and collar on as well, her ring gag hanging loose and ready around her neck. She kissed me hard and deep through my gag, her other hand sliding between my legs, fingers slipping into my very wet pussy.

She broke the kiss as I moaned, my eyes fluttering. When she was sure I could stand, she let go and whispered, “Time to play, Diana. Don’t worry about us not getting home eventually. I called some friends to be here for us. They know to take us home.” Her smile got bigger, an evil glint in her eyes. “In a few days, anyway.”

She laughed quietly as she started to position her gag, then stopped and glanced over at me. “By the way, I swapped out our birth control pills for sugar tablets a few months ago, when we started planning all of this. I hope you’re not ovulating.” I just stood staring at her stupidly as she finished inserting and securing her gag, then locked her hands behind her back. With a wink, she started walking out toward the gathered group. I followed automatically, unsure of what else to do.