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 ï>¿Ffion's summer camp by EthanDalton123

   I stood there awkwardly as I surveyed the room, the five boys Adam
shared a cabin with all grinning from ear to ear.

   "Let me take your jacket," Adam was saying, and before I could stop him,
he'd slipped it off my shoulders.

   "No, wait!" I called out instinctively, receiving a round of laughter in
response.

   "Come in, make your self comfortable," Adam smiled innocently, and I
gingerly sat down on the sofa, stroking my thighs and trying to remain
calm.

   "So...can I have my things back now, please?" I asked.

   "Maybe later, if you're good," Adam said, fiddling with something.  I
hadn't expected a different answer, but it was worth asking.

   Adam threw an xbox controller at me, which I just managed to catch
before it collided with my face.

   "Toby is the best FIFA player here, so let's see how you go against
him," Adam informed me, as a boy squeezed onto the sofa next to me, giddy
with excitement.

   I looked at the controller in my hand.  I'd seen my ex-boyfriend play
this game for hours on the same console, but didn't have a clue how to play
it myself.  As the game loaded up, Toby hurriedly explained the controls,
but it was too much information and I didn't absorb any of it.

   "Sorry, what?" I asked him, but he was already busy selecting his team.
I didn't have a clue about football, so selected a team that had high ATT,
MID, DEF and OVR, whatever that meant.  The next screen was even more
confusing.  11 players arranged on a pitch, with more players listed
underneath.  Toby was busy changing the order around, flicking from one tab
to another.  None of it msde any sense to me, but I reasoned that the game
default was probably the strongest side, so I selected confirm and waited
for Toby.

   A cut scene.  Players walking out onto the pitch, shaking hands, the
teams being displayed; just like what I'd seen on TV.  There was also a
commentary for added realism.

   Finally, we were ready to go.

   "Oh, by the way," Adam said as Toby kicked off, "we're playing strip
FIFA."

   "What?!"

   I'd been to enough house parties to know what that meant.  I hadn't
expected Adam to allow me to stay clothed for long, but he could at least
have given me some warning!

   By the time I had composed myself, Toby had run past my entire team and
scored.  Half-a-dozen pairs of eyes looked at me excitedly, so I untied and
kicked away my left trainer.  I did a quick calculation in my head and
worked out the maximum number of goals I could concede to save myself from
humiliation.

   It wasn't many.

   There seemed to be so many different ways to pass, shoot, tackle or move
players.  No game should be this complicated!  I was down to bare feet by
the time I realised you could switch which player you were controlling!

   I didn't know how long this game lasted, but I kept the rest of my
clothes until half time.  But if Toby scored four more times, I'd be in my
birthday suit.

   Blocking out everything around me, I focused all my attention on the
piece of plastic in my hand and the TV opposite me.

   At least I tried to.  The horror of knowing I would soon be completely
naked in front of all of them nagged at back of my mind, and because I
wasn't fully concentrating, disaster soon struck.

   Grabbing the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it over my head and threw it
into the waiting arms of Adam as Toby's players ran off celebrating.

   I used the anger I had for myself, and against the odds, managed to
score two goals.  But I made the fatal mistake of getting cocky.  Passing
the ball around quickly, I lost it and Toby scored from a long way out.

   Shit.

   Standing up, I unfastened my jeans and slid them down my legs.  As I
resumed my seat, I realised how cold it was; or was it my fear that was
making me shiver?

   The little clock in the corner of the screen was showing 84, so I knew
the game was nearly over.  I just had to hold out a while longer.  In his
excitement to deprive me of even more of my clothes, Toby's play became
more ragged.  I managed to score again, teasing Toby as he removed his
shirt as well.  I was about to be completely humiliated, so I decided to
get in jibes whenever I could.

   I was perspiring now.  The only thing that mattered in the world right
now was not conceding again.  The clock reached 90...but play didn't stop.
And then...

   "Penalty!" the shout went up.

   The screen showed my goalkeeper facing us, Toby's player facing the
other way.  Was there a tactic for this?  I guessed right...and so did
Toby!

   "Yes!" I cried, standing up and fist bumping the air as the game ended.
I'd done it!

   "Sorry, boys!" I gloated to the disappointed room.  "Better luck next-"

   "Why aren't you wearing a thong?"

   "W-what?"

   "I thought girls wore thongs." Another of the boys was pointing at my
dark underwear.

   "Err..." How on Earth was I supposed to answer that question?!

   I jumped as a cold hand toyed with the waistband of my panties from
behind.

   "Some girls like covering their butt, Steve," Adam's voice sounded in my
ear.

   "No, that's not-"

   "Let's have a vote!  Who wants to see Ffion's butt?"

   "Hang on, those weren't the-"

   Six boys threw their hands in the air.

   "And who doesn't?" Adam was in his element.

   I weakly raised my hand.  Not that it would make any difference.

   "Hmm, that's six for and one against.  Sorry, Ffion, out voted!"

   I expected Adam to yank my panties down, but instead he pulled up. 
Hard. I gasped as the material was forced up into my arse crack, my eyes
streaming with pain.  I very rarely wore a thong, and never like this!

   Adam spun me around, exposing my behind to the rest of the room.  It was
the first time any of them had seen a girl's butt up close, and they each
took time prodding, poking and squeezing.

   And then the words I'd been dreading.

   "Can we spank it?"

   *****

   I shivered as I stood outside the cabin, undecided on which way to go.

   Adam had devised the rules.  Each of us had 5 minutes to go and find a
stick to spank me with.  Myself included.  Unfortunately, Adam had decided
not to provide me with any additional clothing.

   So there I was, stood outside in the cold night air, a bra on my chest
and my panties wedged up my butt.  If I took them out, Adam would leak the
photos.  If any of the boys were caught and I didn't get them out of
trouble, Adam would leak the photos.  If I wasn't back in 5 minutes...

   Not like I could go anywhere.  My keys had been in my jacket, and
turning up at anyone else's cabin dressed like this would take a lot of
explaining.

   Venturing into the trees, the rough ground cutting into my bare feet, I
picked up the least painful looking stick I could find.  I hurried back as
fast as I could, relived to be back inside.

   Adam had moved a table into the middle of the room.  Plucking the stick
from my hand, he instructed me to bend over, pressing my torso into the
table top.  He also stuffed my stolen panties into my mouth.

   One my one, the boys returned.  I couldn't make out what they were
whispering before I was suddenly wacked.  My cry of surprise was muffled by
the gag.  I couldn't see what the boys had collected but they all felt
larger and more painful than mine.  At least one of them was wrapped in
nettles!

   I had never personally seen the appeal of BDSM; you'd have to be a
twisted person to derive pleasure from pain!  I bit down hard on my
panties, the material muffling my screams, wondering how anyone could
possibly enjoy this.  Every blow jolted me against the table, my breasts
being repeatedly crushed into the wood.

   We all paused at a loud knock at the door.

   "What's going on in there?"

   Sally!  I relaxed, knowing she would rescue me.  Yes, I was in a
compromising and humiliating position that I'd never live down, but at
least the blackmail, physical and psychological torture would be over.

   I twisted my head round to see Adam grinning at me as he opened the
door. Sally walked in and surveyed the scene in front of her: six boys all
clutching branches, a half naked girl laying face down on a table, her
exposed buttocks red raw and bleeding.

   I made eye contact with her, pleading through blood shot eyes to save
me. She held my gaze for a long time, no hint of emotion on her face.  And
then-

   "Everything seems to be in order her.  Just keep it down boys."

   I screamed unintelligibly into my gag as Sally withdrew, heart broken at
the betrayal.

   "You heard her lads, let's keep it down."

   Adam walked around the table, retrieved my stolen bra and stuffed it
into my already full mouth.  "It's your own fault for having big boobs," he
laughed as my eyes widened and cheeks expanded.

   I lost track of time.  The spanking could have lasted 5 minutes or 5
hours.  But eventually, it did stop.

   I was just starting to relax before pain shot through my butt again. 
Adam was running his hands up and down my buttocks, admiring his handiwork.

   "I'm no doctor, but am I right in thinking rubbing salt into wounds
helps them heal?"

   "No, no, no!" I shook my head frantically, but too late.  The pain was
worse than the spankings.  I thought I was going to pass out.  I don't know
where he'd got the salt shaker from, probably pilfered from the canteen.

   I flailed about, writhing around on the table top, to much laughter from
the boys.

   Sobbing in pain, I didn't even realise Adam was pulling my jeans back on
until the material passed over my buttocks.  I could feel his fingers
caressing the front of my underwear as he fastened my jeans around my waist
again, and tickling my feet and he tied my trainers.

   Adam helped me unsteadily to my feet, wiping away my tears, patting my
blonde hair back into position and readjusting my bra.

   "There, all done," he smiled kindly at me as I pulled my saliva-soaked
underwear out of my mouth.  "Oh, one more thing."

   He handed me my phone, purse and keys; but my t-shirt and jacket were
nowhere to be seen.

   "Don't bother trying to log onto anything, we've changed your passwords.
From now on, you'll report back here after lights up if we give you the
signal in the morning."

   "Wait, what signal?" I asked him as he pushed me out the door, but it
slammed closed in my face. The night was still dark, but getting lighter
all the time.  Hugging my sides and shivering, I set off back towards my
cabin, hoping to grab a few hours sleep.  My progress was very slow.  My
panties were still wedged up my arse and my butt was throbbing, so a slow
hobble was all I could manage.

   When I finally reached my destination, I eased myself wearily inside and
locked the door behind me.  Stripping off my shoes and jeans, I umwedged my
panties, removed them from my body and collapsed face down onto the bed.

   I wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.  The constant aching made
sleep almost impossible, but when I finally drifted off, my last, terrified
thought was wondering what Adam had planned for me next...





   I strode quickly towards the canteen, checking my watch and wishing I
had put on a jacket.  I had spent far too long in the shower and was no
running late for breakfast.  It was one of those mornings when the sun
tricked you by breaking through the clouds but not actually warm you up. 
It was times like this they my aversion to body hair disadvantaged me.

   As I arrived at the canteen, I groaned at what I saw hanging across the
room.

   A huge, bright banner with the words "Happy Birthday Adam!" written
across it.  My bad start to the day was almost certainly about to get
worse.

   I gasped as a small, cold hand reached ice-like fingers under the hem of
my t-shirt, starting at my back and moving round onto my stomach.

   "Happy birthday, Adam!" I greeted the little twerp with a forced smile
as he withdrew his hand, a badge shining on his chest.

   "Thank you, Ffion!" he replied, addressing my breasts.  He was sporting
an unsettling grin, and I knew why.  I had woken up that morning to a photo
of myself in a compromising position pushed under the door; that was
obviously the signal Adam had been talking about.

   After collecting my breakfast from the hatch, I eased myself onto a
bench, wincing as I sat down.  I had managed to borrow some cream from
first aid, but my buttocks were still sore.  Sally had shot me knowing
looks whenever I showed discomfort, but as no one else mentioned it, I
suspected she hadn't told anyone.

   Dan had expressed concern, but my feelings to tell him the truth were
conflicted.  I knew Adam was scared of Dan, and while it would be
embarrassing to tell him what had happened that night, I knew Dan would be
able to put a stop to it.  But on the other hand, Adam had made this
personal.

   If I was going to end this, I was going to do it myself.

   As I lay awake at night, the pain robbing me of sleep, the anger had
grown inside me.  Anger at Adam for his treatment of me, but mainly anger
at myself.  Why had I been so stupid to go to his cabin alone?  What was I
expecting to happen?  That Adam would just apologise and return my
possessions?  Foolishly, I had given him more material to blackmail me
with. My sleep deprived brain had spent many long hours assessing all
options.

   There were a couple of hurdles I would have to overcome.  Firstly, his
age.  Adam was still a minor.  That meant that I couldn't publicly expose
him; a criminal record and a place on a sex offenders register were the
last things I wanted.

   Amanda's continued presence was also stopping me from pranking Adam.  I
was on my final warning with her, and she'd unfortunately developed a soft
spot for Adam.  Adam and I's feud was by now infamous, so it would be
impossible to prank him without being blamed, and subsequently punished.

   No, the only way to make this go away was to destroy all of Adam's
evidence.

   Adam wouldn't settle for a spanking.  I knew he'd have all sorts of
humiliating plans for me (another reason to end things ASAP) and would be
giddy at the very thought out it.  And as a giddy, exciteable teenager, he
would let his guard down...providing me with the perfect opportunity to
strike.

   That opportunity would come tonight.  Soon, it would all be over.

   *****

   I stood outside Adam's cabin, rubbing my bare arms and shivering
slightly.  If I had to be Adam's plaything first to get close enough, so be
it.  What was one more night?

   "Welcome back, Ffion," Adam beamed at me when he opened the door.  "Glad
to see you're wearing the clothes I left for you."

   I was currently wearing a pair of white, lycra shorts, a white shirt and
a pair of white trainers...and nothing else.  When I saw the outfit (which
had presumably been sourced from lost property) laid out on my bed earlier
that day, I wasn't even surprised Adam had managed to sneak it in there; of
course that little twerp knew how pick locks.

   I momentarily tensed up when I saw the cabin full of kids; I had only
been expecting Adam and a few of his minions; but I quickly regained my
composure.

   Adam was saying something about my shoes, crouched down in front of me
and untying them.  Before I could register what he was doing, he had
already slipped them off my feet and hidden them away.

   I awkwardly rubbed my calf with a bare foot as I surveyed the scene in
front of me, wondering how to proceed.

   The xbox was up and running again, boys crowded around it and whooping.
Another group was laughing over board games, while the girls were gossiping
in the corner.

   "Don't be shy, make yourself comfortable."

   Adam was back, pushing a plate of food into my hands.

   "Err...no, thanks," I said, trying to pass the plate back.  The whole
camp had had a huge party earlier that evening to celebrate Adam's
birthday, and I was stuffed.  I didn't even know any food was left
over...but if Adam asked, of course Amanda would provide some for him.

   "You must be hungry," Adam said, pushing me down onto the sofa and
pressing down firmly on my bare left foot; just enough to make me wince,
and serve as a warning.

   With the plate gently warming my thighs, I picked up the first slice of
pizza and began to eat.

   "Fuck!" I cursed, spitting out my mouthful and coughing.  It was so
spicy!  "What the hell have you added to that?!" I asked, my eyes watering.

   "You're a big girl, Ffion," Adam laughed.  "I'm sure you can manage a
bit of spice."

   I had a very exotic palate and was always up for a food challenge, but
this was a real test even for me.  Knowing that the quicker I ate it, the
sooner I could cool my mouth down, I began shoveling the pizza down.

   A few minutes later, I tossed the empty plate aside and flopped back
onto the sofa, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.  I had eaten so
much food so quickly that I felt ill.  I was perspiring heavily, my face
red, and downed in one go the blissfully cool glass of water that was
offered to me.  After I had thrown a few more glasses down my throat and my
mouth had returned to a normal temperature, I was able to compose
myself...only to see Adam approaching with a thick slice of chocolate cake.

   "No...Adam, I physically don't think I can fit it in," I smiled weakly,
gesturing to the strip of bloated stomach that had forced my t-shirt to
ride up and expose it.

   "I can force feed it to you, if you'd prefer."

   "Fine."

   I snatched the plate from him and shot Adam the blackest look I could
muster, maintaining eye contact as I took a huge bite out of the rich
sponge.

   By this point, I had the attention of the majority of the room.  This
was unfortunate, as my composure was starting to slip once more.  My
stomach was protesting loudly, but I blocked out the cramps and continued
to chew, never once breaking eye contact with Adam.  I furiously blinked
away the tears that were forming in the corner of my eyes, refusing to show
any weakness.

   After a final swallow, I slumped back onto the cushions, taking pleasure
at the look of frustration on Adam's face.  He obviously had expected me to
give up.

   I placed my hand on my distended stomach and glanced down at my torso.

   "Oh, shit!"

   Chocolate and grease had stained my t-shirt, and spilt water had turned
it translucent, the outline of my breasts pressing against the cotton
visible to all.

   Giggles rippled around the watching crowd, and Adam was quick to take
control once again.

   "Silly girl, you've made a mess!  Boys, help her out."

   "Wait-" I started to protest, but they had already descended on me.

   At least this time I didn't have a limited oxygen supply to conserve.  I
felt small hands scraping over my skin, grabbing my t-shirt and pulling it
upwards.  My arms were yanked over my head and despite my best efforts, I
was unable to free my wrists from the half-dozen pairs of hands holding
them.

   As I underwent the sensation of the hem of my t-shirt passing over my
stomach and reaching my breasts, I accepted my fate, but knew I could still
fight back.  I knew what Adam wanted to see (and touch) above all else, and
I was determined to prevent that.

   As the cotton continued to rise up my torso, I yanked my wrists free and
pulled my arms through the sleeves.  By the time the garment had been held
aloft like a trophy and thrown around for all to admire, I had both arms
firmly slammed across my chest.  My legs were itching to curl up into the
fetal position, but I resolutely kept them lowered.

   "OK, everyone, calm down!" Adam called out, as my ruined t-shirt
disappeared from my sight.  "Ffion, you want to play some games?"

   "No." I glared at him, daring him to pull me off the sofa and force me
into more of his games.

   But Adam didn't dare.  While he had spent many collective hours staring
at me, and was happy to steal my clothes or order his accomplices to strip
me, he seemed hesitant to actually touch me when I was half naked.

   Maybe he knew that it was wrong touch someone intimately without
consent. Or was my anger intimidating him?  He had my clothes and blackmail
materials, more than enough leverage to control me.  But still, he
hesitated.  Even at his age, he must have realised what sort of trouble he
could get into if he distributed those photographs.

   "O-okay," he shrugged at me.  "You stay there if you want."

   Adam joined his friends, leaving me alone on the sofa.  I knew I wasn't
out of the woods yet, and his smile had been unsettling, but at least I
knew my life wouldn't be ruined if I continued to disobey him.

   I settled down into the cushions, making myself comfortable.  Adam
couldn't make me move.  I would stay there all night.  If I didn't interact
with them, the kids would soon become bored and forget about me.

   I shivered slightly, a blush rising up my cheeks.  Yes, my torso was
chilly, but at least no one had seen my chest.

   And if everything went to plan, no one would --