Title: Jumping Hotdog's Camp Mentempuer - Day One
Author: Jumping Hotdog
Keywords: fg, X+g+, tent, best, oral, anal, mast, ws, bond, rape, ds, fdom,
mc, tf, breast, viol
Summary: Twelve year old Bianca wakes up to find herself on a strange 
island. She soon meets a talking parrot, is told she must overcome diverse 
challenges and faces her first dangerous enemy. More importantly, she 
learns the island is no adventure story from a young adult novel. Beset by 
vicious enemies set on sexual violation, Bianca's only hope lies in 
reaching Camp Mentempuer, but might the camp contain even greater horrors 
than the guards set to keep her from it?

Copyright Jumping Hotdog

Email comments to JumpingHotdog@Safe-mail.net

These stories are fantasy. If it is illegal for you to read them, please do
not do so. For those who can read legally, please enjoy your stay

Web version here: 
https://www.asstr.org/~JumpingHotdog/CampMentempueDay1.html

                                    ~#~                                    

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Bianca narrowed her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

   "What?"

   "Never ranked among the parliament of creation either?"

   Bianca gave the bird a confused look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You're making those up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "But you're missing bits out!

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

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

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

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

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

   "Pist!"

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

   His piece said, the parrot disappeared into the trees.

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

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

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

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

   "What's happening!" shouted one.

   "Where are we?"

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

   But they were running and that was the main thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                    ~#~                                    

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

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

   The hypno-hyenas howled in answer.

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

   "Beckie," gasped the girl.

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

   She nodded her cornrowed head.

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

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

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

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

   It really didn't matter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                    ~#~                                    

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

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

   The other girls muttered and murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   All her watchfulness didn't do her any good.

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

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

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

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

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

   Then the forth vine came.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The wave of pleasure left her and she felt hollow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   And... And that made sense.

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

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

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

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

   That was easier said than done, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                    ~#~                                    

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

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

   None of that drew Bianca's attention, though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Bonnibel smiled. Her teeth looked worryingly sharp.

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

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

   "Now, I believe I promised you answers."

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Bianca wanted to cry.

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

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

                                    ~#~                                    

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

   Bianca drew Trixie.

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

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

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

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

   Bianca gasped and touched her mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Bianca turned deep red and tried not to cry.

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

   "I..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                    ~#~                                    

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

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

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

   "Thanks," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I'm Bianca," said Bianca.

   They all smiled at each other, nervous and embarrassed.

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

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

   "Figures."

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

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

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

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

                                    ~#~                                    

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

   "You think this is dinner?" asked Beckie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She pulled away the tinfoil in a single swift movement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   The bell rang a final time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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