The Camp Slut- Night 3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle.

Night 3

I woke up with Slut snuggled up against me. I drifted happily until I realized I smelled coffee. Groaning, I woke Slut by fingering her pussy until she came, screaming and squirming.

“Thank-you, Master. I think that is one of the best wake up calls I have ever received.” She crawled from the blankets, her braid coming loose in bedhead, and her leash dragging behind her. “I will have your coffee ready for you when you come out, Master.”

When I stepped out of the tent into the bright day, the guys applauded. Slut was kneeling at my chair, coffee in her hand. I sat down and took my cup, sipping it as I stroked her cheek. “What’s for breakfast?”

They all laughed, Mike looking a bit forlorn as he reported, “Breakfast? Dude, it’s almost noon. You to lazy lovebirds slept all morning after keeping us up all night. They made me cook and clean up because Slut was busy.” He didn’t look up, and the other two were looking at me so missed the blush on his cheeks and his cock twitching.

I chuckled. “Hey, at least they didn’t spit you between them on their cocks like they would have her.” The blush got deeper, and this time they noticed. I touched Slut’s shoulder and nodded to the fire. She smiled and started to get to her feet when we all heard the engine.

We all stopped and looked at each other as the engine sound got louder. Our gazes all landed on Slut, who was looking squarely at me.

Steve finally broke our silence. “Well, this should be interesting.” We all laughed and I motioned Slut to carry on.

The engine stopped just out of sight and we heard a couple doors open and close, followed by some low voices and the bark of a dog. I sipped my coffee, watching the road, and chuckled when two sheriff deputies walked into camp, one holding the leash of a good sized sheppard. I waved them in, pointing to a couple of the ice chests.

“Come on in Deputies. Have a seat. We have water, beer, and some coffee that’s been on the fire since this morning sometime.” They stopped, looking around a little surprised, especially the lady officer.

“Um. Hi. Deputies Davis and Simmons. We’re responding to reports of a woman screaming?” the male deputy said. His eyes locked on Slut as she bent over the fire as she started lunch. “Is everything okay here?”

We all looked at each other again, except for Slut, who was turning a very deep red, and we started laughing.

I finally caught my breath. “Yes, Deputy Davis, as far as I know, everything here is great.” I introduced myself and the guys, then pointed at Slut. “Those screams were either a mountain lion that ranged way out of its normal territory, or our little Slut here, Gail Jeffries.” The others looked at me in surprise. “What!?! We did do SOMETHING last night besides fuck like teenagers. Damn.”

Slut blushed again, all of the guys laughed, including Deputy Davis. Deputy Simmons did not seem to appreciate the humor, and since she had the dog’s leash and her hand on her side arm, I thought it might be a good idea to try and diffuse her. “Slut, I need some fresh coffee, and Deputy Davis might appreciate some. The others need beer. Once you’re done with that, take my phone and Deputy Simmons and check in. The Deputy will have some questions for you. Answer her honestly and completely.”

Slut looked at the other woman, then nodded to me. “Yes, Master.” Everyone thanked her for their drinks, then she motioned Deputy Simmons to follow her in the direction of the stream. Simmons looked at her partner, who nodded, then followed Slut, giving me dirty looks over her shoulder as she went. I smiled until they left the camp, then turned to Davis.

“So, I imagine that walking into our little site came as a bit of a shock.”

Davis sipped his coffee, his eyes taking in nearly every detail of the site. “A bit. Honestly, I expected to walk into a deer camp or a slaughter house. Seeing four naked men, a woman who looks in perfect condition besides being naked and cuffed, and a spotless camp would not have been my bet. Ever.”

Mike and Tim looked at each other uncomfortably, and Steve looked serious. “Seen much of that out here?”

Davis nodded, looking down for a moment before looking at each of us, his gaze settling on me. “Care to tell me what is really going on here?”

I smile, bowing my head a little. “My pleasure. My friends here and I take a week every year to get away from our real worlds. Tim and Mike are programmers, I’m a contractor that works on their server hardware, and Steve is my accountant. This year, Slut, or Gail, walked into camp trussed up and naked. She agreed to be our sextoy for the week. She checks in with her friends every day and has a safe word if things go too far. The screaming that was reported was mostly likely her while one of us were balls deep in her.”

The Deputy looked at me for a good thirty seconds, blinking, processing. He opened his mouth a few times on false starts before he finally got out, “No shit?”

The guys laughed and I nodded. “That’s why I had her go with Simmons before anyone had time to say anything. Simmons will get the same story from her, with more or less detail. Plus, Simmons can talk to Slut’s friend on the phone, who will also corroborate. Two things I’ve learned about the truth over the years- one, it doesn’t change, regardless of who tells it; and two, it can be weirder than anything the imagination can come up with.”

Davis laughed at that, nodding and sipping his coffee. “And I suppose you’re all naked just out of convenience?”

Tim spoke up, “Well it sure isn’t so I can look at Dave’s pudgy ass, or Mike’s prissy one.” Mike tried to look hurt, but could not keep from giggling.

We all laughed some more, and Davis, seemingly satisfied about our answers, let the conversation drift onto other subjects. We all chatted away companionably for a while before the ladies returned. They were chatting away, Slut smiling, Deputy Simmons looking a little confused, but considerably less hostile. Slut put my phone back in the truck, checked on and refilled everyone’s drinks, poured coffee for Simmons and a bowl of water for the dog, then knelt at my chair and clipped her leash to it. The last got an odd look from Deputy Davis and a surprised one from Deputy Simmons.

I ran my fingers through Slut’s hair, which she had taken out of the braid and pulled back into a loose ponytail. “Everything okay, my pet?”

Slut nodded, smiling. “Yes, Master. Deputy Simmons just wanted to know about what was happening, and to ensure I was neither being harmed or held against my will. She still does not understand why I am here, but believes it is my choice. I hope you don’t mind, Master, but I suggested that she might stay a night or two and observe, if she wishes.”

I frowned at her a little before looking at the other men. “The suggestion was sound, Slut, but it was not your place to make the offer to her. If she does decide to stay, she will get to see you punished. Unless you would prefer your punishment now before they leave.”

The guys looked down, Davis frowned, and Simmons started to look angry again.

Slut’s chin lowered to her chest. “I am sorry, Master. I should have suggested the idea to you, and let you make the offer. I will accept my punishment now, if it please you, Master.”

I tilted my head slightly. “It is because you think I will be nicer to you with them here, Slut?”

She shook her head a little, “No, Master.