I sat in the rear of the van as it traveled through what seemed like miles of forest. It had been a long trip and I was not anxious to arrive at my destination. I was being sent to camp for the summer, the result of a less then satisfying grade point average in my first year at college coupled with being in the wrong place at the wrong time kind of thing. This camp would get me back on track at school and most importantly keep me out of prison. So while the potential benefits of this camp were good, I was voluntarily imprisoning myself here for the next three months.
As I said my low grade point average (0.91) was enough to enrage my mom and my new step dad. Mom was so upset at how miserable my grades were that she went to her room and would not talk to me. My new step dad shook his head and said.
"Nicole, you have hurt your mom by this and I need to find a way to fix this. Give me a few days and your mom and I will let you know our decision."
What could I say? They were paying the bills and I knew that my new dad was contributing a lot to the college bills as well. Heck mom could not swing it and my bio dad was a total loser both emotionally and financially. I never saw him and never saw any money either. I wish I could explain the grades, I felt like I knew the work but I just froze during the tests. Well at least I had one thing going for me; I had a date with a guy I've wanted to see for years.
Josh was the hero of my old high school and all of us wanted to date him. I did my best over the years to lure him in but to no avail. Just last week however he was on campus to see one of his buddies and he and I caught up and he asked to take me out when I got home and tonight's the night.
I dressed as provocatively as I could knowing the parents would see me before I left but I was still pretty damn sexy and the night with Josh was so great he asked me to come back to his apartment. I calmly said yes but was a tornado of anticipation inside. I felt my nipples spring to life and my little pretty between my legs was getting damp at the prospect of what Josh might want to do.
We'd no sooner made it to the bedroom than the front door of his apartment exploded inward and half dozen policemen with shotguns raced in. To make a long story short it seems Josh was the local cocaine dealer and I was now his partner. I was frisked, cuffed and taken to the station where I was fingerprinted, had my mug shot taken and allowed my one phone call.
Basically Josh was an ass and tried to tell the cops I was the dealer and he was just a small time aide. Even though most of the evidence was against him, and I was not a likely suspect, the local DA was looking to make a few busts and he was playing hardball. So the end result was that my step dad negotiated a deal that I would go to this camp for the summer (i.e. get out of town and out of sight) and the DA would drop the charges if the head counselor convinced the DA of how obedient I was at camp. Also, to my mom's delight my step dad said that if I did all that I was told at camp that the head counselor could see about improving my grades so I could go back to college in the fall.
So I sit while this van hopefully gets closer to the camp. I can tell by its remote location that I will be trapped here for the summer. Since I know I'm somewhere in Arkansas I also understand that it will be a very hot and humid summer too. The van is slowing and I see a building ahead its time to see where I will be living for the next three months.
I was ushered into a small room just inside the building. In this room sat a very tall, well-built muscular black man. On his desk was a nameplate stating that Mr. Jackson was the head counselor. Other then the desk and chair he sat on there was no other furniture in the room so I stood and waited for Mr. Jackson to say something. He was reading what must have been my file and as he finished he said.
"Nicole?"
"Yeah that's me."
My reply caused him to smile but I could see that it was not one derived from amusement, more a smile that said, 'this girls going to regret that attitude'. I cringed and immediately said.
"Sorry, sir, I meant 'Yes Sir, I'm Nicole."
He genuinely smiled then and said.
"Sit down Nicole."
Since there was no furniture in the room I sat on the floor. Mr. Jackson came around his desk and perched on the front edge where he told me all about his camp. Camp Resurrection was the name and he stated that any camper who completed the session to his satisfaction was sent home a new person. He told me that I would be required to follow the rules and participate in classes, exercise and extra curricular activities. He told me that I would have to sign an agreement that I would do what I was told and that any refusal on my part would lead to either punishment or expulsion.
"Nicole if you are sent home early you will be sent to prison and will lose the opportunity your parents have provided for a good education and a chance at a happy life. Its all up to you, you can sign this now, do what you are told or you can get back in the van and go home to that fate. Once you sign, there is no going back. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Sir."
"Ok here is the form, read it and then sign it or not, I'll be back in a few minutes."
I read the form quickly then again very carefully. It was pretty vague on details basically I would be giving them permission to do whatever they had to do. If I signed this and made it through I would have my drug arrest expunged and possibly my grades adjusted to allow me to continue college in the fall. I signed the paper and opened the door to call Mr. Jackson back in.
Instead a very large black woman took the paper saw my signature and ushered me down the hall to another room. She sat me in a chair in the middle of the room and Mr. Jackson appeared in the doorway.
"Nicole Mrs. Applegate is going to prepare you for camp."
Then Mrs. Applegate placed a thick silver collar around my neck and snapped it shut.
"The collar provides us with your location at all times and it also gives us a quick means of subduing you should you lose control of your temper. Matching bracelets will also be put on."
Mrs. Applegate was finishing snapping the last bracelet on as he spoke. I noticed that there were rings on the bracelets and just knew there would be a similar set up on my collar. I was then led to another room, this one a shower room and instructed by Mrs. Applegate to strip and get in the shower. There was a mirror in the shower and I saw for the first time the thick collar on my neck and was shocked at the change in my appearance. Not wanting to violate any rules or get on the wrong side of Mr. Jackson I washed quickly and stepped out of the shower, noticing two things right away.
No towels, and Mr. Jackson. I froze and tried my best to cover my tits and pussy while looking for something to cover up with.
"Nicole, drop your hands. I am here to do a body cavity check for drugs. It's in your interest that we know right now that you are not carrying anything illegal onto the grounds. Now come here and lets do this."
I was unable to move. I was comfortable with nudity. I liked my body. My 34 B tits were perky and stood out and my ass was often called cute. But Mr. Jackson was a stranger and I was embarrassed.
"Now!"
His raised voice moved my feet and before I knew it I was standing in front of him with my hands at my sides.
"Turn around, spread your legs and bend over, Nicole."
I did as commanded and as his long fingers probed first my pussy then my ass I realized that he had not put on any rubber gloves. As that thought was creeping into my brain I felt Mr. Jackson force a second finger in my ass and I 'yelped'. When he then inserted a third finger into my stuffed ass I whimpered and moaned. He began to move his fingers in and out of my aroused ass and used his other hand to invade my now wet hot pussy. I wasn't sure because I was too busy trying to adjust to the feelings and fight off an impending orgasm but I know he had at least three fingers in my pussy.
I was lost between being repulsed at this invasion and wanting him to continue and bring me off when all at once both hands withdrew and I was ordered to stand up and turn around.