wrongonesin: The name may have been stupid, but *everybody* knew the Finishing Camp for Young Women

wrongonesin: The name may have been stupid, but *everybody* knew the Finishing Camp for Young Women was *the* place to go for summer after Senior year. I mean the brochure, the video, the testimonials all showed it. A private island in the lake with its own beach, a spa… all the luxuries, and dinner parties and dances with the Young Men’s camp on the other side of the lake. When my application got wait-listed  *WAIT*listed! I threw a tantrum at Daddy and demanded he fix it. I mean if snooty Victoooooria, and mousey little Andi got in, How come I didn’t? I was better than both of them!I knew that if I kept after Daddy he’d make it right, and he did! I still gave him my biggest pout for starting a day late, but the limo just for me that picked me up from home almost made up for it. The air conditioning wasn’t all that great, and I made *sure* the driver knew, but he pointed out the little tap set by the door for filtered water, a fridge-freezer with snacks and ice, and a gold and pink (my favorites!) water bottle with my name on it under the FCYW logo. It wasn’t so bad. The stereo was better than my headphones, and I passed the time texting and taunting my other friends who didn’t get in - or didn’t try. I also sent to Victoria how this showed she wasn’t all *that*, but she didn’t replied.It was a long drive into the mountains, but I kind of lost track of time. By the time we pulled into the camp it was afternoon, and I was a little light-headed. Altitude, maybe. I was excited, to be there, though, the main building looked just like the resort on the brochure, and girls were heading this way and that to activities. A woman with a “Staff” shirt met the limo and greeted me while the driver got my suitcases out of the back.“Hello, Miss Anndra! Welcome to the Finishing Camp for Young Women. Since we’re starting late, just follow me. I’ll show you to your room, and we can get started!”“It’s not *my* fault I’m late,” I reminded her, draining my water bottle noisily for emphasis.“That’s true. Your father, however, was very convincing, so we made sure we could accommodate you.”“Good, I-“ I stumbled. My guide - I hadn’t caught her name, caught me and let me lean on her. “Umm, maybe I should sit down a while when we get to my room,” I said. Everything was kind of sparkly at the corners of my vision. “Oh, don’t you worry about that, Cassi.”We’d entered the resort and gone to the elevator. It was weird. The floors didn’t have numbers but letters. “AT”, “CP”, “MU, “SB”… Still supporting me my guide took out a key and inserted it next to the “SB” button and we descended. I looked around for my bags.“Wherre…”She patted my shoulder.“Oh, don’t worry about that. We’re taking care of everything.”The door opened to a short concrete hallway with high narrow windows. I felt all floaty when we made it to the door at the end, even though my feet dragged. My guide opened the door and led me in.“Here we are. Just in time for Afternoon Session, too!”I stopped dead, unsure of, then not believing of what I was seeing. Four of the five rough beds in the row was occupied by a girl. A couple looked asleep, or passed out. The others had eyes open but with odd, half vacant expressions. Each of them had their wrists secured by straps to the metal framing at the head of her bead. Each one had her ankles secured above their wrists to the frame, too. All of them were stark naked, and the way they were identically bound made a display of spread legs an exposed pussies to anyone entering the room. The closest girl was squirming as we entered, and from a door at the other end another Staff woman came out with a black and silver water bottle. She lowered it to the girls lips and encouraged her to drink. The girl shook her head, and the woman gently but firmly took the girls jaw in her hand and forced it open, squirting the water in until she had to swallow or choke. My knees gave out. My escort caught me and half carried me to the one unoccupied bed and sat me slouched on it. She was surprisingly strong for somone shorter than me.“B-buut…”“Oh, I know it might be a bit of a shock this way, but we have to make do.”She unbuttoned my blouse. I tried to push her hands away, but my arms wouldn’t do as told. She got it off easily, and unhooked and removed my bra before taking hold of my shoulders and laying me back. My head was floating, but it felt like gravity was stronger, pushing my body down into the thin but soft mattress. She kept talking as she secured one wrist, then the other to frame.“We take pride at being able to provide a tailored camp experience to suit each girl’s needs. The disadvantaged girls in MU just blossom here. They gain self confidence, a leg up on some classes for college, and sometimes a new beau (or two).” She winked. “The athletes in AT, and academics in CP get what they need to help them follow their dreams.”She pulled off my shoes and socks. I tried to kick , but my leg barely moved. She unbuttoned my skinny jeans and gave a tug, then sighed. “Fashion today. How do you even get dressed in the morning?”She pulled out a pocket tool, flipped open a small, sharp blade and slipped it under the fabric at my ankle. The back of the blade was cool against my skin and I wouldn’t have moved then even if I could. She talked over the slow rip of the denim.“Where was I. Ah yes. Every girl here gets she needs from her camp experience. Here in SB though it’s extra special. Very select. You spoiled brats get taught some very important and long-overdue lessons. Your father made your case quite strongly. Honestly, to hear him I don’t know how he survived 17 years with a little bitch like you for a daughter.”Both pantlegs cut from ankle to hip, she slid my ruined jeans from me, then almost as an after thought, sliced my panties at the hips instead of sliding them off, pocketing her tool as she grabbed one of my ankles and raised it over my head to fasten it to the frame.“Here in SB you’ll learn that the world is not your toy. That other people are not just there for your amusement or use.”She moved to the other ankle.“There will be other lessons, too, but that’s the first big one. And the method we use is to show you what it feels like to be treated that way.”She finished securing my other ankle, and now I was bent and spread just like the girls next to me. With monumental effort, I turned my head just a little to see that the girl who’d been struggling had stopped, and was now staring glassy eyed at the door. I suddenly recognized it was Victoria.My escort looked at her watch and patted my thigh. Her hand was warm. It was weird how sensitive my skin was, as if I could feel the texture of her fingerprints. “Almost time. The boys will be here soon. I think you’ll be quite popular. Most girls take five to ten per session, but you know, your ass looks as fuckable as your cunt. You might get more.”She stood up. I looked at her from far away, trying to make myself speak. All that came out was a moan.“It’ll be all fine in the end. You’ll see. Your father told us you’re just off your period, so we don’t have to wait for any Pill hormones to leave your system - and you’ll have three full ovulation cycles here at camp. If you’ll need them! Chances are you’re about to meet the father of your first child, and future husband.” She leaned close. “If we can establish paternity before the end of summer, we throw *great* weddings here.”Moved to leave, then paused, giving me an almost pitying look. “Hmm. Sometimes the ruffians forget to lube before they begin. I want to get you off to a good start.”With that, she bent between my legs, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked my pussy. Long, slow, and very wet. She quickly slathered all over my slit, and dug it as deep as she could reach. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and even though it must have been only 15 seconds or so it left me breathless and squirming - or trying to squirm.“There. Ready.”She straightened up, turned, left through the far door without another word or look back, just as the sound of male laughter grew from the hallway. -- source link

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