I can't remember what happened on Saturday morning, but in the afternoon I went to the pool, and found that the giant beach ball was in use, someone was rolling around the pool in it, trying and failing to stand up, it looked like huge fun, so I went next, and got pushed around, and fell over, and played with the beach balls in there, I felt like such a kid. And when I got out, I was suddenly overwhelmed by an incredible idea, I convinced another girl to join me, and we both got into the beach ball with her celebrator, and we made each other cum, lots. And we both squirt, it was huge fun, and we did an 'alligator death roll' in the beach ball full of girly cum, and made each other cum again, and again, and then some more! Then by the time we got out it was dinner time.
After dinner came dessert, C and I were tied up together to a long table, and chocolate was put all over us, only a couple of people used their hands to take the chocolate, most, unsurprisingly, used their mouths, which was lots of fun! And when that was finished and we were untied, suddenly she was fisting me again!! And then I wandered a bit after that, and when I'd got my legs back, and then I tried out fire play and decided it was too hot (yeah yeah, I know) and then I christened my pinwheel properly, my tits were thoroughly cupcaked, and then pinwheeled until little tracks of blood spots came up, and I thought 'Holy shit, maybe I am turning into a pain slut' and I couldn't reach the blood with my tongue, and Dear God I'm worried about myself. But at the same time, I'm enjoying what I'm doing right now, and I don't want to stop!
Anyway, back on topic, R took photos for me, and once I was untied I stood up on my shaky bambi legs, and headed slowly for the exit, saying good night to a couple of people on the way. I called a taxi on the radio, and when D drove up in it, I hopped in next to him, and leaned on his shoulder and was almost dozing despite the bumpy route when MB, sat on the back of the golf cart shouted 'D! Hold up, I think I forgot something!" My take down had been on the agenda since Wednesday, and I half knew it was coming, but as I turned to D with curiosity in my eyes, an arm was thrown around my throat and suddenly I wasn't in the golf cart but lying flat in the wet grass, and then there were loads of people standing around me, and I was too surprised to struggle, or scream, or even pretend to put up some kind of fight, so that by the time I had an ounce of sense left, my arms were already being held behind my back while someone got the rope sorted, I started to struggle then, not as hard as I could have done, but I was trying to be half way convincing, I kicked and twisted my arms out of the way, and ended up in a serious stress position, elbows tied tight behind my back, thrown over on one side, a cock shoved in my mouth, and then C was there with a rubber glove and working on fisting me again, and Then someone else came along, and with two fingers in my ass, and two in my soaking cunt, he made me cum, but not without permission, which was only granted after screaming 'Please let the cabin slut cum!' at the top of my voice, I'm sure the entire camp could hear me, and then after a count down, I finally got the yes. Then a post op trans who was there was in front of me with a strap on, and I was sucking that before she fucked me with it, and I came again, again begging for permission for the Cabin Slut to cum. I was fucked, and punched and grabbed and held wide open for their abuse, and as we were right by the track, the golf cart took every opportunity to drive by and show his passengers the scene by the side of the road. Once, a different cart drove by, slowed briefly, and then, without a word from its occupants, was on its way again. My captors burst out laughing at this reaction to such an apparently ordinary event at camp.
When everyone was tired out, MB gave me my final instructions for the evening, and two people helped me into the golf cart again, on legs so shaky they could barely hold me. I fell against D, my dress covered in mud, my skin covered in bruises, my brain completely empty of blood.
We reached the cabin, and my legs managed to carry me in, and there, under MB's pillow, was the official Camp Slut award, a framed certificate, which I fully intend to put up on my wall the next time I live alone or in a kink friendly household.
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