Belle and Troop A

- Sam Darquesied

I reveled in the beauty of that bright, warm, glorious day. It had been a hard final year and I had promised myself that the day after my final paper I would head for the woodlands. I have always loved solitary deep woods hiking but that year simply left no time for anything other than study. I was twenty five years old with a newly acquired degree in biology and a couple of solid employment prospects. I had worked hard so I deserved to take some time for myself and could think of nothing better than a long leisurely trek through the woods.

No worries; no studying; no listening to people’s idiocy; no thinking! My plan was to simply soak up the nature and, hopefully, not see another human soul until I walked out of that magnificent forest four days later.

As an experienced hiker I had all that I needed. I had done up my long brown hair in a French braid with no intent of touching it again until I got back home. I sported my gray, cuffed, hiking shorts and a denim button shirt. Underneath I had on comfortable cotton panties and a loose fitting sports bra. I wore excellent hiking socks, absorbent and warm and first class hiking boots. My pack was made up of just necessities: dehydrated soups and the like as well as water purifying pills; matches; small first aid kit; insect repellant; etc. My only luxuries were a book and digital camera. I had a small pup tent and a light, summer sleeping bag strapped to the backpack and that was it. A fairly light load with everything I needed.

Although it was only a bit after noon I was looking for a good spot to set up camp for the night. I had started pretty early and I wasn’t in any hurry. I thought it would be nice to just vegetate for the rest of the day. Maybe read a bit, then curl up in my sleeping bag early. I was looking for a good place to stop on the trail when I heard voices up ahead. It was a little disappointing; it’s rare to meet other hikers on these backwoods trails. This particular trail was quite long and isolated so only more experienced trekkers used it. When you did happen to meet someone at least you had that in common. As I entered a large clearing I saw that it was a group of boys, all wearing some sort of uniform sweatshirts. There were a couple of fairly large, army style, peak tents in the middle. As I came closer they noticed me and waved hi. I waved back and said hello and then continued through the clearing. Just then a man’s voice said; “Hello. Would you care to join us?”

I turned and saw the man tending to a cook fire in the middle of the camp. He was probably in his mid thirties; nice looking, and wearing the same shirt as the boys. He came over to me and introduced himself as Phillip Castle, shaking my hand.

“Hi… The boys and I are just about to have lunch and, as a fellow outdoors-person, you’re more than welcome to join us.”

It is a common practice for deep woods hikers to share their fire and food with others who happen along. And it would save me the trouble of having to cook for myself today. I returned his handshake and said; “Why thank you. That would be very nice. My name is Belle Grand.”

“That’s great Belle, let me help you with that pack and come over by the fire.” Invited Phillip.

We all sat around on fallen logs that the young men had arranged to form a campfire circle. After Phillip introduced me to the eight boys he explained that they were “Troop A”, a wilderness group from a boys club in Michigan and that he was their troop leader. The boys were all in various stages of their sixteenth year. They had come up here on a kind of survival trip bringing only their clothing, sleeping bags, rope and twine, and the canvas for the tents. They had also brought food since Provincial parks don’t allow hunting but Phillip explained that this trip was more to teach the boys how to build things for the camp with the materials the woods provided. I could see that they had gathered and cleaned a good number of branches and logs and used them to build several framework structures. There was a sturdy tripod holding the soup pot over the fire as well as a couple of racks for drying clothes. Even the framework for the tents was built on the spot.

I told them a little about myself and how I was on a “mind clearing” trek. I mentioned that it was only my first of four days on the trail and that I had intended to break early today.

The meal was simple; soup and instant coffee or tea. Throughout the visit Phillip did all the talking. The boys, for the most part, just ate and stared at me. When we were done I offered them a couple of packets of my dry soup but they declined. I then thanked them for their hospitality and said that I was going to move on now and find a spot to break for the day.

Phillip pointed to a spot behind and a few feet to the right of their tents and said; “There’s a pretty good spot. Why don’t you just set up over there for the night?”

I stood up and looked at where he indicated and had to agree that it was a pretty good campsite; “I wouldn’t want to interfere with your survival training…”

Phillip interrupted; “Interfere? Not at all. We’d love to have you stay. In fact; you’re obviously experienced on the trail so you might even teach the boys a couple of things.”

I thought about it for a moment then decided to stay. It was a good spot and there was a bit of security in not being alone the first night. And if I could be of some help in teaching the boys, that would be good too; “Okay. Thank you. I’ll go set up now.”

Phillip walked with me carrying my pack and he offered to help me set up but I said there was no need since I had done this many times. He talked to me for a few minutes then went back to the circle and grouped the boys around him. While I was setting up, I glanced over at the group and noticed that they were in a kind of huddle and listening intently to their troop leader. When the setup was complete I looked over again and noticed that the boys and Phillip were back at work, making another frame out of a log and branch, digging with camping shovels, and driving pegs or stakes into the ground nearby. One of them saw that I was looking and they all stopped working, then Phillip waved and gave me a thumbs up sign. I returned the thumbs up assuming he was referring to my successful tent assembly. I then turned and went off to gather wood for my own campfire.

When I returned the boys all started walking toward me. I smiled and laughed a little thinking how sweet they were to want to help me and make a good impression.

When they got close they suddenly rushed in and tackled me to the ground.

Instinctively, I started to scream but they were prepared for that. One of them shoved a balled up rag into my mouth and another quickly applied a rope across the gag and secured it behind my head. There were two boys holding my feet while another pair held my arms. I could see Phillip standing off to the side, arms folded, observing the capture. Another two boys wrapped their arms around my legs; one below the knees and the other above. Together they all lifted me off the ground and carried me towards the newly created frame. I was screaming and fighting but it was no use. The gag was large and tight and these sixteen year olds were fit and strong.

They stopped at the frame and, while still holding me aloft, started to remove my clothes. They made quick work of my shoes and socks then one boy undid the buttons on my denim shirt and slid it up my arms as far as he could. The boys holding my wrists moved their grip up enough to allow the shirt to be removed completely. The boy then pulled my sports bra up over my head and the other two again adjusted their grip allowing the bra to fall to the ground. I was crying now and still screaming and thrashing but they all simply ignored my protests.

The boy now moved to my hiking shorts; undoing the top snap and the buttons of the fly. He pulled them sharply off my hips and down. The boys holding my legs did what the others had done, shuffling their grip so the shorts could be systematically slid down my legs and removed. The boy paused for a moment, took a deep breath, then yanked my cotton panties down. Again they did the grip shuffle and the panties fell.

I tried again to fight them as they lowered me to the ground but I was near exhaustion and had little fight left. They turned me onto my stomach then just held me there sobbing and naked. They were pretty tired too so they took some time to rest and admire my stripped ass. I knew I had a nice body but it wasn’t for them to drool over. That and the fact that I was getting wet between the legs made me feel horribly humiliated—and angry. These teenagers were raping me! They did not deserve my wetness. If they were going to do me here on the ground then all they were going to get was a lifeless hunk of meat. I began to sob again because along with the anger and humiliation I was, most especially, terribly frightened.

I had experienced a kind of “bondage” incident my first year at university. Seems there was a long standing tradition in my girl’s residence and, one evening as I exited my shower, I was confronted by a number of senior girls. They tackled me, carried me to my bed and held me down as another proceeded to shave my pubic hair completely off! When they were done they, one by one, kissed my new baldness then left the room. I cried a little as I pulled the covers over me but, then too, I had become aroused. I reached down to feel what they had done and then, as quietly as I could, I dealt with my arousal in a most pleasant manner.

Phillip moved closer and said to the boys; “Well done guys. I’m sure that Belle is very pleased with the way you handled that.”

Pleased??? What the hell? Why in his wildest dreams would he think I’d be pleased at being tackled by a bunch of pubescent teenagers then roughly stripped naked?

Phillip, holding a couple of lengths of rope, moved behind me and said; “Okay, we’ll start with her arms. Josh, you and Randal position her wrists behind her back.”

I tried again to fight as the two boys moved my arms back behind me but they easily outmatched my efforts. Phillip had Randal hold my arms, just above the wrists and hold them up, away from my back. He then told Josh to grasp my upper arms and force them together until my elbows almost touched. Phillip wrapped a rope several times around my arms above the elbows and tightened it by wrapping the rope laterally, between my arms, around the loops. He gave the end a final tug then secured the makeshift arm cuffs with a knot. Phillip told Randal to adjust my wrists so that they were about two inches apart then used another length in a similar fashion to create homemade hand cuffs securing my wrists. My shoulders began to ache from the severe bindings.

Phillip moved down a bit and said; “Okay Sandy, hold her leg firm.” Apparently Sandy was the boy holding my left leg. I felt Phillip lay a piece of rope on the back of my leg just above the knee. He then looped another rope around my ankle and told Sandy to bend my leg at the knee until the heel was touching my butt. He had Sandy push down hard on my foot then he wrapped the rope a few times around both my thigh and ankle and finished with another secure knot. He looped the first rope around my leg a few times and tied it off. Phillip repeated the procedure on my right leg, this time with a boy named Scott doing the honours. The troop leader now instructed everyone to let go and stand giving them all a chance to take stock of their handiwork. To my dismay I realized that the leg bindings forced my knees about eighteen inches apart. Now there was even more for the boys to see.

It was obvious that Phillip had done this before—probably many times. The bindings were done in a way that only experience would allow.

I turned my head the other way and found myself looking at the frame the troop had just completed. It was shaped like a capital T about five feet high. The upright was a log about eight inches in diameter and the cross member was about three feet long and maybe four inches in diameter. There was a beach towel wrapped around the crossbar. There were two six foot posts solidly dug into the ground on either side of the frame, about three feet away. Again I started to cry. The troop’s binding efforts had kept my mind occupied but now it again focused on my all-encompassing dread of what was about to be done to me.

For the first time I heard the boys speaking to each other. They were commenting on my looks and body; speaking like I wasn’t even there.

“… and great boobs! The perfect size and nice and firm!”

“Yeah, and what an ass! Beautiful, round…”

“… the best part is that she’s drop dead gorgeous and… she’s so into this!”

Into this??? Are these freaking idiots from another dimension or something? I never… NEVER said or did anything to make even the dumbest clod on this planet think that I was into this!

Phillip broke in; “Okay, let’s get her up there.”

Two of the bigger boys grabbed my arms and pulled me up into a painful kneeling position. Another boy stood in front and gripped me at my armpits. Together they lifted me off the ground bringing my arms up and over the cross member. They lowered me a bit so that the tops of my arms rested on the towel covered bar. This forced them to stick straight back and hurt tremendously. Phillip went behind and looped a rope around the middle of the “hand cuffs” and threaded the other end through a hole that had been drilled in the upright about a foot from the bottom. He instructed the boys to lift me up and take my weight then he pulled the rope which forced my arms down and caused my back to arch. The pain was quit severe under my armpits but it was better than before.

While the three boys still supported me Phillip moved to my left side and fastened yet another length of rope to the binding just above my knee. He threaded the other end through a hole near the top of the six foot pole on that side and just let it hang there. He moved to the other side and did the same with my right knee binding and the pole on that side.

He motioned to two other boys and said; “Carl and Sandy could you come here and each grab hold of one of these ropes.”

The boys moved to the poles and grabbed the ends of the loosely hanging ropes.

Phillip instructed the three boys holding me to take a little more of my weight then said to Carl and Lawrence; “Okay guys… pull the ropes slowly until I tell you to stop.”

The boys started to pull, forcing my knees to part further and further. I moaned and screamed as the ropes forced me to spread. When my legs were virtually straight out to my side Phillip told them to stop and quickly moved to secure the ropes. The pain and discomfort were at a level I had never experienced but two years of gymnastics classes was helping my body cope with the extreme contortions. My legs were so in line that the soles of my feet were pressed against each other.

The three boys holding me slowly eased me down then let go altogether and backed away. I was now hanging, back arched, breasts jutting forward, my vagina wide, wide open. Phillip and the boys just stood there gawking at me and I could see that all but the troop leader had already creamed their khaki shorts.

Phillip wasn’t quite done yet. He moved behind me again and grabbed my hanging French braid. He tied one end of a piece of twine to the hair and looped the other end through the middle of the arm cuffs. Pulling on the end of the twine he forced my head up and back—not all the way back, just enough so I couldn’t look directly at the boys. He stepped back and motioned for the troop to sit on the ground in a half circle—like a lesson was about to begin. Just then one of the smaller boys raised his hand.

Phillip asked; “Yes Kevin? What is it?”

“Are you sure that were not hurting her too much Mr. Castle?”

Bemused, Phillip said; “Okay, let me explain it one more time. While she was setting up her camp Belle surprised me with a very magnanimous offer. She asked me if I thought you boys could benefit from learning about intimacies with a woman. I said I did and she very generously offered herself as a teacher… and training tool.”

What the hell???

Kevin, sounding genuinely concerned went on; “But we haven’t actually heard it from her, sir.”

Phillip assured the boy; “I know what you mean Kevin. I was startled myself—especially when Belle said that there were conditions to her offer. As I explained earlier the conditions were that we stage a fake kidnapping, tying and gagging her, and all the rest. Actually she herself suggested all the things we just did to her.”

My eyes were wide and raging. I was screaming bloody murder into the gag; “SON OF A BITCH… LYING BASTARD!” Of course all they could hear was muffled babbling.

Phillip continued; “I understand that this is all pretty new for you but it is a fact that many women enjoy being tied up and toyed with—even spanked and whipped. It’s not our place to judge. Belle is being very considerate with her offer to help so, if this is what she likes, then it’s only fair that we accommodate her. That way all of us benefit.”

He turned and looked at me then grinned and turned back to the boys; “I tell you what; Belle was insistent, that once she was bound and gagged, we keep her that way but I’ll see if I can get her to reassure you.”

Phillip turned and moved close to me; his mouth beside my ear and whispered; “If you cooperate you will walk away from this completely unharmed but, if you do not then I will take you hundreds of feet off the trail where you’ll never be found. I will hang you upside down from a tree and beat you into unconsciousness then leave you there to die a slow, agonizing death. You have a choice to make now. Will you cooperate?”

I was sobbing so hard it hurt my chest. His tone was very stern and I believed he meant what he said. All I could cling to was the faint hope that he would let me go when this was over. I nodded yes.

“Good.” He said and backed away.

In a clear voice Phillip said; “Belle, the boys need reassurance that all this is great fun for you… okay?”

I closed my eyes and nodded yes.

He continued; “You enjoy being tied and gagged and whipped don’t you Belle?”

The word “whipped” rang in my head but, eyes still closed, again I nodded yes.

“Does everything we’ve done so far—the kidnapping and gagging; the stripping; the binding to the frame—meet with your approval?”

I was blubbering now; tears streaming down my face. Again I nodded in the affirmative.

“Good. Now one last question—just to reaffirm what you had suggested earlier. Is there anything; anything at all; that you would object to us doing to you?”

I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. I hoped he could see I was pleading, begging him to be merciful. He simply glared back at me, waiting for my response. I closed my eyes again and nodded no.

“So you see boys, there is nothing to worry about. Belle is thrilled by all this and, I think it’s safe to say, we are too.”

I heard the troop enthusiastically agreeing with their leader.

This monster; this evil, monstrous man, had these little pricks thoroughly convinced that all of this was my idea. Of course, the little shits were so horny, they would have believed him if he said I was from Venus. They must have felt like they had just won the coolest lottery ever.

It dawned on me that this is what the huddle was about and the thumbs up sign was not about my tenting skills. Phillip had masterfully set things up to look like I had indeed made this offer to the troop and was eager to get things under way The more realistic; the better. Their brains drowning in a sea of testosterone, these little peckerwoods truly believed that providence had caused this incredibly horny, masochistic nymphomaniac to happen upon their camp.

Phillip, holding a freshly pealed birch switch, commanded; “Okay troop, let’s settle down and begin.”

The boys quieted and they all sat with eyes glued to my extraordinarily widespread vulva.

“Boys, soon now you will begin to meet girls and, when the time comes to be intimate, it’s important that you know how and where to touch her to make her feel nice. Remember; girls like Belle are very rare and special. Most girls simply like to be touched in special ways and engage in traditional sex.”

I wasn’t sobbing at the moment and I tried not to think of how I was hanging there on display; like something he had brought to school for show and tell. Phillip used the switch like a pointer, touching my nipples and labia when he said “… where to touch her…”.

He beckoned to one of the troop; “Derek come up here with me please.”

Derek eagerly jumped to his feet and joined Phillip amidst applause from the remaining boys.

“We’ll start with these lovely breasts. Now Derek, form your hand like this; as though you were about to pick up a stack of poker chips… good. Now slide your hand over her breast down to the base like this… very good. Now slowly slide your fingers up to the nipple while twisting your wrist. It’s like you’re drawing wavy lines on her boob. Good. Now, when you get to the nipple, roll it between your thumb and forefinger while squeezing a bit… like this.”

They worked my breasts several times as Phillip described with Derek watching and following his example. It was unavoidably pleasant, arousing me instantly and I moaned a little, much to the troop’s delight. Then he beckoned the others to practice on me, one at a time. I stared up avoiding their eyes and hoped that none sensed my ever increasing buzz.

“Now you see guys, how much she likes that? That was really nice for you wasn’t it Belle?”

I obediently nodded yes.

“So that’s the way we do it with the average girl but Belle’s case is a little different. She prefers that we be a little rougher.”

Using the same grip as before, but much harder, he used both hands to grab my breasts. “This time we use the same technique but we pull hard and when we get to the nipple we squeeze and pinch really hard and pull as though we’re trying to rip it off… like this!”

My eyes slammed shut as I winced; the pain radiating down my boobs into my chest. I screamed hard into the gag.

Phillip mockingly asked; “Oh yes… you really enjoyed that didn’t you Belle?”

Crying again in pain and humiliation, I nodded yes.

“Now Belle, the boys need to learn exactly how a girl’s body responds to this kind of thing so please don’t be embarrassed by my question. Belle… that got you really hot didn’t it?”

Maddeningly it had. Even more humiliated, I again nodded yes.

Phillip leaned in close to my ear and whispered; “I demand more enthusiasm when you nod your responses. I need you to really sell it to the troop Belle. If you don’t, things are going to get very, very bad for you.”

He backed up and said; “You want more don’t you Belle? If fact you want us to use your body like this, or any other way we want to, for the rest of the day and into the night, don’t you?”

Sobbing, I nodded vigorously as he had demanded. My sobbing increased as the boys began to applaud and I realized I had just unequivocally removed any doubt they may have had that I yearned to be their play toy; obsessively craving to be raped and tormented by them for as long as they would have me.

Phillip spoke again; “Before we go on I am going to do something that Belle requested of me earlier. This will only take a minute and Belle deserves this little treat.”

Once again he whispered in my ear; “You say ‘thank you sir’ after each one. You understand? Say it as clear as you can; I want the boys to be able to make it out. You’ll pay dearly if you screw this up.”

He backed up, lifted the switch, and snapped it hard on the top of my breasts. I gasped hard and screamed into the gag; “THANK YOU SIR!” Phillip motioned to the boys and, in unison they shouted; “YOU’RE WELCOME BELLE!” and again applauded.

Another snap; this time a little lower on my breasts; “UNHHHHHHHH…” I shrieked. Then I gasped roughly and screamed; “THANK YOU SIR!” Again the troop hollered; “YOU’RE WELCOME BELLE!” They clapped louder and were howling with laughter.

A hard snap across both nipples shot the pain through me like a hot iron. I was sobbing violently and pulling at my restraints with all my might. Somehow I managed another; “THANK YOU SIR!” The boys were on their feet now, jumping and stamping, hoarsely shouting; “YOU’RE WELCOME BELLE… YOU’RE WELCOME BELLE!” and laughing themselves to tears.

Phillip repeated the snap to my nipples but harder still. My boobs were on fire and I pulled hard, sincerely trying to break my bonds. I was sobbing and babbling as though my mind had cracked; “MOMMA… MOMMA… HELP ME… NO… NO…” The boy’s shouting became a muffled roar in my throbbing head.

Between blows he would step in and vigorously rub my engorged clit.

I can’t remember if I was able to muster another “Thank you sir.” but Phillip kept snapping the switch to my breasts. Each strike was harder then the last. I think it was about the tenth when my loins erupted in orgasm and around the sixteenth or thereabouts when I passed out.

My memory of the next little while is vague. I remember the pungent odour of smelling salts pulling me from my stupor. I remember the boys’ silence and thinking that my black out must have frightened them—maybe they thought I was dead. One of the boys; Josh I think, wiped my face with a cool, moistened cloth. Another stood a little off to my right holding a bottle of water. My head began to clear as Phillip whispered in my ear; “I’m going to remove the gag for a bit so you can get some water. DO NOT say a word! Not a single word. When you’ve had your drink you must sweetly say ‘thank you sir’ to Lawrence and then I will replace the gag. Do you understand? If you don’t then we’ll just leave the gag and forego the water. Blink twice if you will obey.”

He moved so he could see my face and, looking him in the eyes, I blinked twice; I so desperately needed the drink.

I felt betrayed… betrayed by my own body. How could it respond to such horrific torture with an all consuming orgasm? The event itself was disturbing and confusing; wonderful and terrible at the same time. And why did I faint? Was it the pain or the orgasm or… was it the two combined? Was an orgasm that powerful only possible if pain could commingle with pleasure? My mind spun as it tried to provide an answer…

Phillip carefully removed the gag then Lawrence stepped forward and held the bottle to my lips. He would only allow me to take small sips but he did not pull the bottle away until I softly said; “Thank you sir.” I hoped my tone sounded enchanting enough to satisfy the troop leader.

Immediately Phillip stepped back in and held the gag to my mouth. I dutifully opened wide and he shoved the balled rag back in. He had rinsed it so it was moist and cool which made it feel a bit more comfortable then before. While he was retying the gag rope he again whispered to me; “Belle, I owe you a little apology. I thought you could take more than that. I’m disappointed but I will try to be a little less harsh; at least for a while. The boys won’t learn much from you if you’re out cold all the time.”

His words provided some slight relief but I knew that nothing much had actually changed. I was still splayed on the frame; widely spread and fully on display for these come-hungry teenaged boys. I was so ashamed as I felt their eyes burning into my nakedness. I could see some of them were drooling a bit, their imaginations running wild, as they tried to conjure how they would ravage me. I could also see that most had fresh stains on their khakis.

Phillip abruptly told everyone to sit again and appeared eager to begin lesson two.

“I realize that some of you were a little scared when Belle passed out but we have learned a valuable lesson. She has put her complete trust in us to take her to new heights of ecstasy but we must remember that it is our job to take care of her. Even now, if I removed the gag, she would beg us to whip her again—even longer and harder than before. But we must deny her because we know now that it’s more than her body can take. I know it is difficult to understand Belle’s obsessions but I hope you get what I’m trying to say.” The troop murmured that they did.

Trust them? I hated them all, most especially Phillip. I vowed to myself, then and there, that I would kill him if the opportunity ever arose. Kill him like I would kill a rabid dog or poisonous viper. Although only in my mind, this defiance gave me strength.

Phillip turned to me and said; “It’s true isn’t it Belle? You would love for me to whip you again and again. Would you like me to whip your breasts until they bleed Belle?”

The vision of slowly dying while hung upside down on a tree was engraved in my brain so I knew I had to answer in the affirmative but the question sent an ice cold shiver down my spine. I nodded yes. Then I heard one of the boys whisper in admiration; “Wow…”

Phillip reached down, putting two fingers on my labia and pulled up a bit. “Can you see how wet she is guys? The whipping brought her a strong sexual climax—stronger than any of us will probably ever experience—and we’ve only just started.” The boys all stretched and strained to have a look.

“Actually, it’s difficult to see with this pubic hair… Carl, go into my tent and bring the small black case on my cot. Kevin, would you get a basin of warm water please?”

When the two boys returned Phillip patted my pussy and continued; “I forgot that Belle had suggested earlier that you would learn more if she were clean shaven down here. I should have done it before but—better late than never. Isn’t that right Belle?”

Exasperated I closed my eyes and nodded yes.

He dabbed some warm water on and around my pubic hair then took a can from the shaving kit and generously lathered me up. The boys were all jockeying for better viewing positions and most had their hands on their crotches.

Phillip placed a hand squarely on my pussy, with his finger tips touching my perineum. He used his thumb, placed just above my clit, to stretch my pubic skin taught. Unseen to the troop he had slid his middle finger into my vagina and began to tickle my G-spot—with notable skill. With his free hand he took his razor from the kit, rinsed it and began the shaving in slow downward strokes. The boys were stone silent; many holding their breath; hands locked on their doglegs through ever darkening khakis.

The shaving was exciting me just like the time in the residence and Phillip’s exquisite work on my G-spot was increasing the heat rapidly. I closed my eyes, took a deep, noisy lungful of air then moaned lustily as I exhaled. He kept up the slow shaving strokes but his finger began to stroke faster inside me.

“Belle, you are very close to an orgasm, aren’t you?”

I nodded vigorously YES!

He went on; “Belle, I need you to tell us, as clearly as possible, when the climax begins. Will you do that for the boys, Belle?”

The eruption was seconds away. Again I nodded YES with even more vigor than before—tugging hard on my twine bound braid. I heard some “oos” and “ahs” emanate from the troop leader’s enraptured students.

As Phillip finished his last shaving stroke the orgasm burst from my loins. He pressed his thumb hard on my clitoris and slid his palm back and forth on my labia. The finger inside moved faster and pressed harder. I was sucking in air in short bursts and quivering in my restraints.

I screamed ferociously into the gag; “I’m coming… I’m COMING…I’M COMING!”

My body shook violently on the frame as Phillip’s expert pussy manipulation made the crest of the orgasm longer than I had ever experienced. I actually began to cringe from its power and I couldn’t stop shrieking; “I’M COMING… I’M COMING…I’M COMING!”

I don’t know what my howling sounded like but clearly the boys had no difficulty in recognizing the tidal wave’s arrival. A few were already on their feet clapping and cheering while others remained seated, enthusiastically rubbing themselves.

Finally the flow began to ebb and, as always, my vagina became very sensitive. Phillip kept up his stroking for a bit, causing my body to spasmodically jerk and convulse. Gradually he slowed his stroking and I gave one last jerk as he removed his hand, then he turned, showing the boys that it was soaked with my liquid. They were dumbfounded by my powerful reaction, which they thought was triggered solely by the shaving of my pubic hair.

Phillip took a towel and wiped off the excess lather then said; “Belle, I have shaved you very nicely and brought you a very pleasant climax. Do you have anything to say?”

I spoke into the gag as clearly as I could; “Thank you very much sir.” This time, I almost meant it.

Phillip, a little out of breath himself, spoke to the boys; “Well, that was a little unexpected, wasn’t it troops?” They all nodded and murmured their agreement. They too exhibited signs of strain—as though just coming off a one mile sprint.

“I think we all agree that Belle has been fantastic…” The troop jumped to their feet and began to applaud. He continued; “She has already shown us more than we could have hoped for hasn’t she?” The applause grew and they began to chant; “BELLE… BELLE… BELLE…” Phillip then asked; “So… do you think we should let her go now?” The sudden silence echoed through the woods.

The boys fidgeted about, not knowing how to answer but it was obvious that they wanted more—much, much more.

Phillip then turned to me and asked; “Well Belle; are you satisfied yet? Is this enough for you? Would you like us to release you now?” As he spoke he glared at me, his eyes drilling into mine, and he nodded, almost imperceptibly, indicating that he demanded a negative response.

I was hesitant. Was this a small window of opportunity? I so desperately wanted to answer “YES!”

His look became one of pure evil and his tone grew stern as he repeated; “BELLE! Do you want us to release you now?”

I began to weep again, realizing that he was just reaffirming my perceived eagerness to the boys… I nodded no.

The applause erupted again as Phillip moved closer and grimly whispered; “Enthusiasm… NOW!

My crying elevated as I shook my head harder and yelled into my gag; “Uh uh… uh uh!”

The applause grew even more as the boys jumped and stamped; some were spinning in circles. The chant “WE LOVE BELLE… WE LOVE BELLE…” reverberated off the trees.

“Okay guys… settle down now. Settle down please!”

The noise subsided and the boys turned towards Phillip; “Okay, that’s better. Now, I want you all to go down to the stream to wash and cool off. Don’t come back for ten minutes. Okay, away you go.”

They grumbled a bit but dutifully turned and headed for the stream behind the camp. As soon as they were out of sight Phillip unzipped his shorts and freed his rock hard manhood. He moved into me, firmly grabbed my breasts, and rammed it home.

His penis was not huge but still substantial and his abrupt entry caused me to wince. His engorgement filled my vagina perfectly and as he began to slowly grind his groin against mine, an inescapable arousal was again provoked. As he moved against me he demanded that I lock my eyes on his then said; “I really like you Belle and I really don’t want to do you harm but… uh…uh… ohhhh man, it’s nice in there…”

He composed himself a little then, still grinding, he continued; “I am tired of constantly having to remind you of the need to cooperate. If the boys get even a small inkling that you are not volunteering you would leave me no… uh… uh… no choice but to hang you in that tree. Uh… uh… do you understand Belle?”

He had begun to grind faster and harder and just then my rocket blasted off. I steeled myself, trying not to give it away but he must have guessed because he stopped speaking and ramped up his grinding. As my climax peaked I felt his juice fire into me like water from a fire hose. He kept pounding me and his grip on my boobs became vice-like. He finished with a very long and satisfied groan.

His penis softened a little although it was still capable. He stopped the grinding but continued slowly sliding himself in and out; my re-sensitized pussy causing me to jerk again. After a few moments he took up where he had left off; “Did you understand what I was saying before?”

I nodded that I did and he continued; “Later on we will be discarding the gag and it is critical that you do not speak to the boys at all—only to me. Do you understand? And, even then, you must answer the way we both know you should. You may be required to say thank you to the boys at times. When you do you must do it in a sweet, soft, and loving tone. Do you get it Belle? Do you really get how serious I am about this?”

Tears streamed down my face as I nodded yes.

“Don’t make me have to remind you again Belle. You should think of yourself as my dedicated and unconditionally obedient slave while you’re here. Don’t force me to do something that we’ll both regret. Please Belle, will you do as I ask?”

My weeping turned to sobbing and I nodded several times yes. I resigned myself to the fact that my only hope of survival was complete cooperation and obedience. It was the only way I might get through this.

Phillip withdrew himself and did up his stain free khakis. It was clear that he did not want the boys to see him taking any sexual favours from me. He turned away from me just as the troop returned.

All the boys had obviously washed but some were completely soaked. Apparently they dove into the stream, clothes and all. It seems they required the backwoods equivalent of a cold shower.

When they had resumed their seats Phillip said; “Well guys, while you were gone Belle and I had a chance to talk. She really gave my hell for causing her to pass out and, again I apologize to her and all of you. She also said that she is getting a little stiff in this position and would like to be bound in another. She detailed it very well and pointed out that the new position would serve our next lessen much better. I think we will have no trouble accommodating her.” The troop became fidgety as they tried to imagine what new, contorted position I would next be tied in.

“However; before we unbind her from the frame here, Belle requested… actually demanded, that she be whipped again—more carefully of course. And she also requested that I allow some of you to do the whipping.”

Their eyes widened and all mouths grew broad grins. Their shorts instantly converted to pitched tents at the thought of whipping me. All eyes quickly snapped down and locked on to my strained, distended pussy.

It vexed me to see how these boys believed that I had requested all this. Phillip’s insidious, masterfully worded narrative had these naïve little wads convinced that he was simply relaying my words—my “demands”! Their minds blind to the fact that I was securely bound and gagged, they truly believed that, if they didn’t do as “I” asked, I would somehow jump off this frame, pack up and leave.

And the word “whipping” again reverberated in my head. This idea that pain equals pleasure was new and confusing to me so I tried to fight against the wetness that was already growing between my legs.

Phillip broke my train of thought; “Derek, would you bring those two floggers I made please?”

Derek quickly returned with the requested devices. Phillip held them for the boys to see and explained how he had made them from two, thick, inch round pieces of rope—each about two feet long. He had unbraided about eighteen inches of the ropes and combed out the fibres so that they now resembled two brushed pony tails. When Phillip spoke he continued to imply that all this was as new to him as it was to the boys—that I was the experienced, masochistic submissive; “Belle, I followed your instructions carefully so I hope they meet with your approval…”

He turned and held them up, his look reminding me that my responses must be enthusiastic. Obediently and zealously I nodded YES! Again the troop applauded and a few shot their arms up, hoping he would choose them to test the floggers on my tight, sweaty skin.

“Now just relax a bit guys. Belle has carefully instructed me on how to use this on her so I think I will demonstrate this thoroughly before I let any of you try.” The boys reluctantly lowered their arms; most landing and remaining on their crotches.

Phillip raised the flogger and rested the fibres on my thigh. Then he swept the fibres back forth on the inside of my leg. It wasn’t entirely unpleased; it even tickled a little. I closed my eyes for a bit as my wetness increased and he repeated the sweep on my other leg. Then with an audible swoop he whipped my thigh, very near my vagina. Although it stung he hadn’t hit too hard so it wasn’t too bad. I gave up trying to fight the arousal which increased with every touch of the fibres. A couple of the boys pointed at my pussy noting the dripping. A wave of despair cascaded over me as I was reminded of my humiliating wide open display.

Phillip started to rotate the flogger like a windmill. Each spin was an audible “whoosh” which changed to “swack” only when the whip struck. He began a steady, rhythmic whipping—a few swooshes then a swack. He walked the whip up and down the inside of my legs then moved to my tummy, then to my sides. He was striking every square inch of exposed flesh except on my breasts and between my legs. The swacks were quite hard now and the pain was sharp, flooding my entire body. The moist tempest in my abdomen was becoming more and more intense.

So far I hadn’t made any sounds but that quickly changed when he suddenly began to whip my breasts with alternating, rapid fire strikes. I screamed into the gag—a steady “AHHHHHHHHH…” broken only by throat ripping gasps. Searing pain corkscrewed out from my nipples down through my breasts and expanded into my chest. It carried with it my arousal—lifting it higher and higher.

Again Phillip was able to tune in on my eminent orgasm. He moved the whip down; a couple of swacks to my tummy; then to my pubic area; then, changing direction, upward, machine gun, strokes directly on my pussy. He wielded the flogger as only an accomplished artist could. Each lash started at the perineum, over and between my outstretched labia--just nicking my vagina-- then continued up, snapping my clit. The pain was… exquisite!

The dam burst on his first hit. The lash caused my lungs to vacuum in a huge breath; my body went rigid, and I gave myself over to the conflagration. Virtually on autopilot, I began to scream into then gag; “COMINGCOMINGCOMINGCOMING…” The boys shot to their feet and started to shout; “GO BELLE… GO BELLE… GO BELLE…”

My midsection muscle contractions were violent; about two a second. Phillip sped up the lashing even more but they were no longer painful, they were… wonderful! I hungered for more and felt the heat of a hundred fiery hands feverishly rubbing my abdomen—inside and out. Thousands of images, memories, and snippets of thought raced by me. The image of my bound, spread, naked, ravaged body only added to the rapture.

As the climax began to ebb I pulled in one last monstrous lungful of air then let out a long, loud, growling, satisfying “OHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh…” Even through the gag the sound startled the troop and they stopped their revelry. As the moan subsided they started up again with even more fervor than before. All had creamed but were so caught up they made no attempt to hide the evidence.

Phillip brought me down gently; slowing the whip and its power. When he saw my head fall back he stopped the lashing, placed his hand between my legs and cupped my vulva. He rubbed my labia softly but, even though my pussy had become more sensitive then ever before, I did not jerk or convulse. My body had no energy left for that so all it could manage was some whispered squeaks through my gag; “Oh… oh… oh…” I hadn’t passed out but it seemed like my soul left my body for a short time. There was no sound, or pain, just perfect, ethereal bliss.

Unknown to the troop, I harboured a dirty little secret. Since puberty I had pleasured myself to sleep on many a night with my own nimble fingers and the recurring and compelling fantasy of being captured, stripped, bound, and ravaged. The scenarios were many and varied: the boy’s gym; the girl’s gym; the faculty lounge; the senior prom; a fire hall; a pirate ship. There was no end to my machinations. One of my most prevailing is of a cruel boyfriend who ties me spread eagled between two trees in the centre of the university quad. I am in full view as hundreds of students and faculty pass by. The boyfriend has hung a bullwhip on one tree and a sign on the other that reads; “This girl is the vilest slut on campus. Feel free to lash her on every part of her body. Use every hole for anything you wish, with any object you please.” In my daydream, many passers by take up the challenge.

Maybe, down deep, I am the slut of my own fantasy…

Phillip’s voice brought me slowly back into the real word; “Belle… Belle… BELLE! Are you okay?”

He had brought my head forward and was dabbing my face with a cool, wet cloth. My euphoria began to clear and I saw that the boys were quiet again, milling around me. They seemed quite concerned, probably thinking I had fainted again. I can’t help them. In a hundred years I would not be able make them understand what I just experienced.

My head cleared more and I was able to focus on Phillip; “Ah, that’s better. Are you alright?”

Still weak I nodded as best I could and emphasized my answer with an enthusiastic; “Uh HUH!” Again they applauded and I felt oddly gratified. Through the gag, as clearly as I could I said; “Thank you.”

Phillip motioned for a couple of the bigger boys to grab my shins then he slid a large hunting knife from his belt and sliced the bindings on my right leg. Sandy supported my leg and slowly allowed it to straighten. Phillip cut the ropes on the other leg and Josh guided it straight. The relief was—not to overuse the term—orgasmic! Phillip began to massage my leg vigorously to restore some circulation. The pins and needles began immediately as feeling returned. He did the same on the other and, within a minute or two, I could feel and move them again. Phillip now told Lawrence to grab my armpits and lift to support my weight. Lawrence “inadvertently” brushed my nipples as he moved his hands into position. I smiled at him and his mischief as much as the gag would allow. Lawrence lifted and Phillip cut the twine holding my hair then reached down and cut the rope that held me to the frame. Then, with surprising power, the teenager lifted me up and off of the crossbar.

My knees buckled the moment my feet were on the ground but Sandy kept me from falling. Josh moved to my right arm to support me while Lawrence held me on the left. Phillip pointed to a grassy area and told the boys to take me there and walk me around for a while to get the blood flowing again. They did as instructed supporting much of my weight until I started to regain the ability to walk on my own.

As we strolled back and forth both boys could not resist the urge to use a free hand and fondle my boobs. They weren’t good at it but they were eager, squeezing and pinching. It wasn’t turning me on but I moaned to encourage them. At one point, when our backs were to the troop, Sandy told Josh to stop walking. He looked back to see Phillip and the boys cleaning up around the frame. Then he said; “Belle, would you spread your legs please?” Without hesitation I jockeyed from foot to foot until I achieved about a three foot spread.

One at a time they reached between my legs and rubbed, squeezed, pinched, and prodded. As before, it was bumbling and inept but, again to boost their egos, I started to gyrate my hips a bit, then closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and moaned. Both boys were breathing heavily and wide eyed thinking they were really turning me on. Phillip’s agitated voice broke to mood; “Boys, that’s enough! Bring her over to the table now.”

They both looked broken hearted as they stopped what they were doing and pulled me upright. They escorted me to an area very near my pup tent. Phillip and the rest of the troop were waiting there beside a picnic table. The table top was about six feet by three and there was an attached bench on either side. Typical picnic bench. The two boys sat my on the edge of the table with my feet on the bench. As soon as the let go I looked at Phillip and asked for water; “Wa-aa eez… wa-aa eez.” Stupid gag…

He sat beside me and said; “You want water… I get it. But I need you to be tied down before I remove the gag. And, I hope you remember our little talk while the boys were away.”

“O wa-aa peez. ah ee ud… ah ee ud!”

Phillip looked me in the eyes and said; “You’ll be good will you?”

I responded; “Uh huh. I haw-iss.”

As Phillip reached behind my head to undo the gag rope he whispered; “I’ll hold you to that promise Belle. I hope you sincerely understand the consequences of breaking it.”

When he removed the rag I whispered; “Don’t worry any more Phillip. I won’t break my promise.” His bemused face almost made me laugh.

One of the boys gave him a bottle of water then he held my chin as he helped me drink. As before; small sips but he didn’t take the bottle away until I was satisfied; “Thank you sir.” I said softly.

Phillip called two boys over and had them each grab one of my arms. He then told me to lean forward onto my knees, got his knife, and cut free both my arm bindings. The boys held my arms straight as Phillip massaged them for a minute or two. Then he tied two new ropes, one to each wrist. I remembered that I was never to be unrestrained.

He stood up and placed both hands on my shoulders; “Okay Belle… now lean back and lie flat please.” I did as instructed then he moved me up a little so that my shoulders were at one edge of the table and the small of my back was at the other. Phillip then told the two boys to pull my arms straight out to my side and back a bit. He was about to tie the ropes to the edges of the bench when I interrupted; “No wait… Phillip, can I make a suggestion?”

He was visibly startled by my sudden query. He came close and whispered; “What is it?”

In a clear voice I said; “Sir, if you pull my arms under the table and tie off on the bench under my feet it will arch my back more. And if you put something under my back it will put me in a better position for the boys’ next lesson. You could use my rolled up sleeping bag. It’s about seven inches thick and should work well.”

Every jaw dropped. If any of the troop had harboured doubts as to my willingness to be ravaged they were quickly, and forever, dispelled.

“Uh… yes, of course you’re right. Derek, get the sleeping bag please. Okay guys, move her arms down and toss me the ropes under the table.”

I scooched back a bit until my arms were able to go under. They tossed the ends of the ropes under the table top to Phillip. Derek handed him the tightly rolled sleeping bag which he place on the table beside my hip. He then pulled the ropes slowly but firmly, pulling my arms and arching my back. When he saw that my hips had cleared the height of the bag he slid it under and backed the ropes off a tiny bit. He had me move my feet apart so he could loop the ropes around the bench and secure them.

Next he stood and tied a rope to each of my ankles then called for two more boys to grab the ends. He had them pull the ropes pulling my feet towards the edges of the bench. When my legs were completely straight and I was again spread wide he had them stop and moved to tie them off. My feet were about six inches from each edge.

“Sir, could you spread me a little more please?”

The troop and there leader went stone silent. Then I heard another “Wow…”

Phillip, beginning to understand, smiled and said; “Of course Belle… if that’s what you want.”

He had the boys pull some more until my feet were at the edges of the bench. I moaned as Phillip tied them off. Then he stood up and moved back a bit and all of them just stood there and admired their new sculpture.

I was again completely immobile, spread ridiculously wide with my arms stretched tight, my back arched and my boobs sticking straight up. I lifted my head as much as I could to have a look and saw my nipples were rock hard and pointed to the sky. The warmth between my legs was further enhanced by the realization that my head and pussy were perfectly positioned for the upcoming lesson. I could actually feel my clitoris swell as I envisioned how I looked. Impulsively I asked; “Sir, may I make another request?”

“Uh… what would that be Belle?”

“Sir, I have a digital camera in my pack. Would it be too much trouble for somebody to take a few pictures?”

The entire troop started to run to my pup tent. Phillip scolded and stopped them and went to get the camera himself. He moved beside me and asked if I would be upset with him if he copied the pictures to his laptop later. It occurred to me that pictures of me spread wide open may end up all over the Internet for the world to drool over.

Wetter still I answered sweetly; “That would be fine sir.”

Phillip took pictures from every angle while walking around the table. From behind; the side; from my feet; from above; and even from below. He showed me some of the results and each one made me hotter than the last. I felt I might orgasm without even being touched.

For a moment I mused over my surrender to my circumstances—a surrender which was becoming more complete with each passing moment. I felt absolutely no fear or trepidation. Instead I was consumed by wonder and anticipation as my fantasy had become a reality that far outstripped anything I had ever dreamt up. I was no longer simply resigned to my fate, I embraced it. It had become my single, most imperative goal to ensure that these young men got the thrill of a lifetime; and me along with them. I would show them the marvel of an unconditionally obedient slave.

Phillip interrupted my thoughts as he sat beside me and said; “Belle, I’m going to start the lesson now. Is there anything you need before we begin?”

I whispered back; “sir, don’t forget… you promised they could whip me with the flogger.”

In unabashed wonderment Phillip asked; “Are you sure Belle? There is no need—they probably won’t even remember.”

“Sir… a promise is a promise.”

He shook his head; “Well, alright but it’s getting late and there’s only a couple of hours of light left so… just for a little while okay?” He stood up and motioned for the troop to line up in preparation for the lesson.”

“Guys, Belle just reminded me that I promised you a little time with the flogger so here’s how it’s going to work. Anyone who wants to, will get a chance. You will only use the flogger as I instruct and we are going to go easy on her—especially on her beautiful breasts and between her legs. You understand?” The troop eagerly agreed.

“Okay. Those that want to try, please raise your hands.” Surprisingly Lawrence did not raise his hand. I admired his sweetness and made a mental note to try and do something special for him if I could. The others boys lined up to take their turn.

Phillip took the flogger and called the first boy, Derek, forward. He gave him some instruction then handed the excited teenager the whip, taking up a position to begin on my lower legs.

“Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt again but… it might be best if you gagged me again.”

Phillip looked at the ground and shook his head; he couldn’t conceal his wide smile. Then he looked up and said; “We could use the gag Belle but I have another thought. What if Lawrence sat beside you and held your head using his hand to cover your mouth?”

Just his words sent a heated surge through my tummy. “Oh yes sir. That would be wonderful. Would you be okay with that Lawrence?” He nodded that he would and immediately sat beside me.

Lawrence gently lifted my head so it rested on his shoulder and placed his left arm loosely around my neck; his head beside mine. He put his free hand softly over my mouth. I kissed his palm and he laughed and kissed my cheek.

Phillip motioned and Derek began to whip at my ankles. The troop leader pointed to the spots he wanted targeted and the teenager followed his lead excitedly. Lawrence tightened his grip as I began to squirm and moan. Derek’s lashes were quite weak and soft and I could easily have stayed silent but I knew it would be more exciting for him if I put on a show. Unfortunately it wasn’t doing much for me. While still warm down there it seemed my arousal would have to circle the field for the time being.

Phillip allowed Derek one hit each on my boobs and one between my legs. These felt pretty good but were still too weak to turn up the heat. Apparently my acting was convincing enough as I could see Derek was pretty charged and I could feel Lawrence breathing heavily. As Phillip called on Kevin to replace Derek I shook my head a bit to get Lawrence’s attention. His eased his grip enough for me to whisper; “You could play with my breasts if you want.” He immediately responded; “Okay.”

As Phillip was instructing Kevin, Lawrence adjusted his hold so he could free his right hand then started to fondle my boob. It was rough and clumsy like before. “No Lawrence, softer—like you’re finger painting. Pretend your fingers are full of paint and you want to cover my entire breast. When you get to the nipple, roll it like Phillip showed you but pull it a bit too.”

Lawrence tried and asked; “Is that good?”

I whispered; “It’s nice Lawrence, but if you could use a bit more pressure… that’s good… oh yes, that’s much better. When you do the nipple don’t pull quite so hard… that’s better but a little bit harder… good, good… and squeeze a little harder when you roll it… good—perfect.” He was really getting the hang of it and the burner in my loins relit itself.

For the next hour or so all the boys had their turn with the lash. Lawrence kept up his breast work and was becoming very adept. I finally got off a bit when the last boy, Josh, snuck in a pretty healthy swack to my pussy. Coupled with Lawrence’s massaging, the lash was enough to bring on a mediocre orgasm but I put on an award winning performance for the troop.

As I climaxed I pulled hard on the ropes and gyrated and pumped my hips as much as the bounds would allow. It startled Lawrence a bit and he tightened his grip as I screamed into his hand; “I’M COMING… I’M COMING!” Phillip quickly told all the boys to come over to me and start rubbing and fondling any part of me they could reach which did improve things a bit. They were really excited and I could see that some were coming as they rubbed me. I felt Lawrence spasm a little and knew that he too had lifted off. It was all over in about sixty seconds.

The troop leader called the boys to group up and as Lawrence got up I said softly; “Thank you Lawrence sir. You were wonderful.” His smile was so wide as to be painful as he rejoined the group and was welcomed with jibes and pats on the back.

Phillip settled them down and said; “Okay troop, there’s only about an hour of daylight left so we should move right along. Before we do… Belle do you need anything?”

Actually I did have a little problem; “Yes sir, I do.” I did not continue and just looked at him until he realized I needed him to come over to me. He came and sat beside me, leaned down and asked; “What is it?”

I whispered; “I have to pee.”

He sat up straight, embarrassed that he hadn’t considered this possibility. “Uh… oh… yes, of course. Uh… Sandy run to the tent and bring back the white bait bucket please.”

Phillip leaned back down and said; “I’m sorry Belle… I’m and idiot.”

As sweetly as I could I assured him that it was okay as Sandy returned and handed him the plastic pail. Phillip had him return to the group then said; “Guys, I need you to turn around now and look away. Please do not embarrass Belle by looking back until I say.”

Even though they had seen me in the most intimate ways, having stripped me; spread me wide; touched me; whipped me; they understood my need for privacy at this moment. Phillip moved the bucket beneath me and I relieved myself.

Here I was, naked, back arched, legs stretched wide, peeing into a bucket held by one of my tormentors. I knew I had reached the zenith of humiliation but I did not feel shame. Instead it became a necessary part of the whole experience and brought renewed arousal. While I peed Phillip massaged me where my pubic hair had been. It felt very soothing and seemed to stimulate the flow. It definitely added to the arousal.

When I was done he poured a little water from a bottle onto my vulva and wiped me dry. He got up, walked to the trees behind us and dumped the pail. Not one of the boys attempted to peek, bless their hearts, making me want to do something special for them at some juncture.

Phillip then spoke to the boys; “Troop, it’s time that we learn the ultimate intimacy that we can have with a girl. Now, there are two main ways we can do this. The first, of course, is sex in the tradition sense; that is; your penis inside her vagina. The second is oral, where she stimulates your penis using her mouth.” The boys began looking at each other with huge grins on their faces.

He continued; “Conversely, we can use our tongues to stimulate her, which is what we’ll try first.” Now I had the big grin.

Phillip told the boys to gather around closer as he reached between my legs and used his two fingers to spread my labia. He began to rub my clit and I closed my eyes and sighed; “Mmmmmmmmmmmm…” Much to the delight of the teenagers.

“This is Belle’s clitoris and we need to stimulate this to bring her to orgasm. If I do it right it will be very pleasant for her and cause the clitoris to swell. It’s kind of the same as when you get an erection.” As if on cue my clit began to grow and popped out from under its protective hood, making itself clearly visible and eager to participate. I took a breath and sighed a little more; “MMMMMMmmmmmmm…”

Phillip continued; “We use two fingers to spread the lips a little then we use our tongues to lick and toy with the clitoris and we can suck on it a bit too—not too hard but not too soft either. And, with our other hand, we massage the lips.” Phillip leaned in, spread my labia, and started to lick and rub. I lifted my head to see… “Oh yes… YES! That’s so GOOD… MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm…” It did feel very nice and the juices were flowing but I was exaggerating the moans, putting on a bit of a show for the troop. They didn’t seem to mind and crowded in closer to see.

“Also guys, many girls like it if you tickle the perineum, that’s the skin here, between the anus and the vagina.” As he spoke he lightly tickled it with two fingers. I squirmed and giggled much to the troop’s amusement. Then, sensing an opportunity, Phillip said; “Actually it can be fun for both you and the girl to throw in a little tickling…” As he spoke he reach up and, ever so lightly, ran his hands down my sides, then over my tummy, then up to my breasts stopping at my nipples—all the while rapidly wiggling his finger as he went. I squirmed violently in my bonds and laughed uncontrollably; “NO… STOP… PLEASE STOP… OH GAWD… STOPSTOPSTOP…” The boys loved it and were laughing and applauding.

Phillip finally stopped and got back to my pussy, which gave me a chance to catch my breath. “And also, you can lick between her lips and around the hole. It depends on what the girl likes and, of course, what you like.” Again he leaned and started to lick and rub. His tongue slid between my labia and he moved it gently up and down then a little deeper, just barely touching the edge of my vagina. The tickling had excited me and raised my arousal a notch, now this was lifting it higher yet. I closed my eyes and moaned, this time for real; “MMMMMMMM…Oh YES… MMMMMmmm…”

He raised his head and began to speak again but, panting fairly hard, I interrupted; “Oh… sir… I’m really close… if you could…”

Phillip smiled and turned to the troop; “Okay, quickly now, I need a volunteer. Belle needs a little help here. Who wants to help her out?” Phillip kept rubbing my labia and clit softly to keep my level up.

Most of the boys’ hands shot up and Phillip chose Lawrence to do the honours. I was happy with his choice. Lawrence knelt between my legs and both he and Phillip leaned in. The troop leader guided Lawrence through the entire process. “Okay lean in and start lick her clitoris right here… that’s good but softer and a little slower… good. Much better. Now suck it a little… not too hard… like you’re sipping through a straw… very good.” The warmth in my tummy was off and running again. “OH YESSS… YES… THAT’S IT… MMMMMMMMMMMmmmm…”

“Now Lawrence I want you to gently, gently insert you middle finger into Belle with you palm up… gently now and not too deep… just a couple of inches… good. Now bend you finger a little until you feel your fingertip touching her… okay… start to move your finger back and forth—like you’re calling someone over.” Lawrence was following the instruction very well. I began to move my hips with his touching; “OHHHHHhhhhh… that’s SOOOOOOO nice…”

Sensing that I was very close Phillip told Josh to move to my head and fondle my breasts like he demonstrated earlier on the frame. Josh was in action in a heartbeat as Phillip continued with Lawrence; “That’s good Lawrence. Keep doing that but go back to licking her clit. Now, when I tell you, you need to go back to sucking and move your hand into her a little harder… get ready…” I started to breathe in short hard gasps then; “OHHHHH… I’M COMING… I’M COMING!”

Phillip said; “NOW Lawrence!” Lawrence push hard and Phillip stayed close to make sure he was doing it right.

My arms and legs went rigid and my hips convulsed against my muscle contractions and pushed hard against Lawrence’s face. I gasped hard and through clenched teeth; “AH… AH… AH… OH JOSH… SQUEEZE HARDER… HARDER!” My head was bent back, facing Josh’s crotch and I could smell the come as he exploded in his khakis. He squeezed even harder as he convulsed during his ejaculation.

Phillip began instructing Lawrence on to how to ease me down as I began to jerk against his touch. Thankfully he noticed Josh; eyes closed and clenching my boobs like he was holding on for dear life; “Josh! Ease up a bit buddy… okay that’s better but keep gently massaging… very gently… yes, that’s good.”

Things were subsiding very nicely as the rest of the boys once again applauded—for Lawrence and Josh as well as me. The boys got up and Josh apologized for squeezing too hard. I assured him it was fine and said; “Thank you Josh sir. It was very nice.” He smiled and rejoined the group. I lifted my head and said to Lawrence; “And thank you Lawrence sir. You did very, very well. I hope I can return the favour soon.” He said that it was okay and, when he got up, I could see by his shorts the he was indeed okay.

“Okay guys, it’s getting late so it’s time we got down to the nitty gritty.”

The boys quickly regrouped and stood facing Phillip. “Now we’re going to learn how to make love with Belle. Remember that guys, we make love with a girl, not to her. We are going to make love with Belle between her legs and with her mouth. How does that sound Belle?

I looked at them and smiled and as sweetly as I could I answered; “Oh, very good sir. I’ve been looking forward to it.”

Phillip continued; “Very good. Now boys, nobody is forcing you to do this. If you feel uncomfortable or shy that’s okay. Everyone who would like to try, please stand over here.” He pointed to a spot on the ground near him and all but Lawrence and Josh joined him.

He motioned for Derek to stand between my legs and Carl to go around and stand behind me. He asked if Lawrence and Josh would each get some water and a cloth to clean me between encounters then he started to instruct; “Derek if you kneel on the bench you should be at the correct height and Carl, you stand behind Belle’s head and she will tilt back for you.” The other boys moved to the side as a group for a clearer view. Phillip then told them to lower their shorts and underwear. Both boys hesitated but staring at my stripped, spread, and arched body quickly displaced their shyness and they did as instructed. As Phillip instructed Derek as to how to spread my lips and enter me, I looked up at Carl, smiled, and tilted my all the way back. His small, uncircumcised penis stared back at me, stiff like a little cigar and already dripping pre-cum. Carl asked if he could play with my “titties”. I answered; “Yes, please.” And he immediately latched on to my nipples. Phillip motioned and the two boys moved into me. I opened my mouth and took Carl as I felt Derek begin to slide into my vagina.

Both boys came instantly. Carl pulled out with a jerk and some of his come squirted onto my face. Derek hadn’t even managed to get all the way in and, he too, pulled out immediately, depositing most of his cream on my thigh. The other boys applauded, naively thinking that’s pretty much how it’s supposed to go. It was kind of cute and it was difficult to keep from giggling. I lifted my head to see Phillip with his head down also stifling a laugh.

Josh came close and moved a bottle of water to my mouth. He said Phillip had asked that, between each boy, I should take a mouthful, swish it around, and spit it out. I didn’t really need to at this point but I complied then Josh wet the cloth and wiped my face clean. Lawrence cleaned up my thigh and between my legs.

The rest were pretty much the same. One boy, Scott I think, managed three quick pumps before he blew and, at my mouth, Kevin was able to get in far enough that I was able to latch on tight and suck like a Hoover as he unloaded. It scared him and he grabbed my head to extricate himself as I kept sucking as hard as I could. There was an audible pop when he finally pulled it out. Another boy, Carl, was quite a good size for sixteen and he rammed it in hard, hurting me for a second, but he too emptied at the moment of entry.

It was getting dark now and the full moon was low in the sky as Phillip said; “Okay. You guys did really well for your first time, don’t you think Belle?”

Like a teacher encouraging her students I answered; “Oh yes sir. They were very pleasing. Thank you all, very much.”

Phillip continued; “Now, it’s just after nine o’clock so here’s would I would like to do. If it’s okay with you Belle I’d like to leave you like this until midnight. Between now and then you boys can come and either make love with her or whip her but here are the rules. One at a time. If there is someone with Belle then you must wait until he returns. You cannot stay with her any longer than ten minutes. If you want to whip her you must first, ask her permission and you must stop immediately if Belle asks you to. If you want to make love with her, either way, you must first ask her permission and clean her up when you are done. If you break any of these rules there will be severe consequences. Do all of you understand?” They all mumbled that they did.

“Belle, is that all okay with you.”

“Yes sir. I’m not going anywhere.”

They all laughed as they all went back to their tents leaving me alone with my thoughts.

It was dark now but the moon had moved up in the sky, bathing the landscape in a dull, silvery glow. Random thoughts drifted in and out of my head. How erotic I must look, stretched and tethered here on the table. What went through the boys’ minds when they first saw me spread on the frame?

For the next hour and a half or so boys came out to me one by one. A couple wanted blow jobs but most wanted to whip me. All but one asked very politely; “Belle, can I whip you for a while?” I would answer with feigned eagerness; “Oh yes please. I was hoping you would come back.” I said the same to every boy.

Around ten thirty Randal came out. Without a word he picked up the flogger, stood between my legs then started to lash in hard, downward strokes across my pubic bone and labia. His face was grim and he was hitting as hard as he could. The pain was severe but I clenched my teeth so I wouldn’t scream and took about fifteen lashes before I had to yell; “STOP… STOP. PLEASE RANDAL… STOP!” He started to cry then threw the flogger down and ran back to the tent.

Lawrence came running out and said; “BELLE! Are you okay?”

My labia still stung but I told him I was fine. He then explained that Randal was a troubled boy from a broken home. We both agreed that he probably shouldn’t have been involved in any of what had transpired today. I wondered if he may have been traumatized by all this.

Lawrence asked; “Where did he hit you?”

“Between my legs.”

Sincerely concerned he asked; “Does it hurt bad?”

“It’s pretty sore but I’ll be okay in a minute or two.”

Lawrence then asked; “Is there anything I can do?

“Could you sit and rub me down there? Softly though, okay?”

He sat and rested his forearm on my tummy then began to gently rub my labia.

“That’s really nice Lawrence… I thought you weren’t going to come out here. I was afraid you didn’t like me.”

Lawrence said; “Oh no Belle, I really like you. I can’t tell you how nice it was for me to lick you and touch you and watch you have an orgasm—it’s just… I just hated doing it in front of everybody.”

I lifted my head and said; “We’re alone now Lawrence. Just keep rubbing me for a bit okay? And maybe you could…” I didn’t want to be always giving him instructions for fear that he would feel bad.

“What Belle? What can I do? Tell me okay… it turns me on when you tell me how to touch you.”

“I was going to ask you to bend your middle finger so that it goes in between my lips then just keep doing what you’re doing until I start to get wet.”

He did what I asked and I was moist in less than a minute.

I began to coach him; “Can you use your other hand to feel for my clit? Okay, that’s it… now just rub it… a little harder Lawrence… oh good… yes that’s good… keep doing that.”

Lawrence said; “I can feel it swelling… what else can I do?”

“You’re doing so well Lawrence. Could you start licking now and, maybe put your finger in like you did before?

He turned his hand around and slid his finger in then he began to rub my G-spot with the skill he mastered earlier today. He leaned down and started to flick my clit with his tongue.

I coached again; “Oh… that’s good Lawrence… just a little harder on my clit… that’s good… that’s really good… put two fingers in… and… oh yes, that’s it… and move you whole hand in and out… MMMMmmmmmm…”

I began to hump his hand and I was getting a bit loud.

He stopped licking and said; “Everybody’s asleep so we have to keep the noise down okay?”

Panting now, I said; “Oh, okay... sorry.”

He went back to the task at hand. Almost in a whisper now; ‘Ohhhhh that’s so nice… so nice… suck on it now Lawrence… suck on it now… and Ohhhhhh… move you hand a little faster…”

He followed my instructions to the letter and I was getting very close; “Lawrence take your pants off and come inside me okay?”

He said; “Are you sure? I don’t mind if you come by yourself.”

I was panting pretty hard and trying not to get loud; “No… no… I want you inside me… please Lawrence… hurry!”

He got up quickly and removed his shorts. He was a good size, similar to Phillip, and rock hard; “I’m afraid I’ll come too quick…”

Panting even harder; “Pinch your frenulum!”

“What?”

“The skin under your cock head… pinch it hard… hurry Lawrence PLEASE!”

He let out a little yelp as he did what I asked; “Again! Pinch it again… real hard… Lawrence quickly… quickly…”

He pinched again; “OWWW! Shit!”

I whispered so hard it hurt my throat; “NOW! LAWRENCE NOW!

He knelt on the bench, parted my lips and slid inside. He started to pump in and out.

“Don’t pump Lawrence… grind your hips into mine… that’s it… harder…HARDER!”

A very fast learner, Lawrence was doing an excellent job. He lasted about ten seconds but I was so close that the moment I felt his juice I launched as well.

We both tensed and convulsed, fighting hard to be quiet. Without the gag I was finding it very difficult; “Lawrence… Lawrence… lay on top of me so we can kiss, okay?”

He lay himself on me and brought his lips to mine. We were on the downside but still panting and moaning. He stopped kissing and said; “I’m sorry Belle. I’m panting right into your mouth.”

“That’s okay. Cover my mouth with your lips and press hard.”

He did what I asked and I immediately moaned loud, straight into his mouth. He did the same and we started to laugh as our bodies began to relax. He uncovered my mouth then leaned in and kissed me again. I slid my tongue in his mouth and intertwined with his. It was very sweet.

When we broke the kiss Lawrence withdrew and smiled proudly as my body jerked, proving that I hadn’t faked it. Then he said; “I guess I should go now.”

“Yeah, I guess. I really enjoyed this Lawrence. It was the best thing all day.”

He got a bottle of water and helped me take a few sips then he kissed me again, said goodbye and walked back to his tent.

The woods fell silent and in a few minutes I contentedly dozed off.

The sound of footsteps roused me from my nap and in the moonlight I saw Phillip approaching from the camp. When he stopped beside me he put his finger on his mouth indicating that I should stay quiet then held a balled up cloth in front of my mouth. I was confused as I thought this was supposed to be over but, as I started to ask why, Phillip shushed me sternly; “SHHHHH!”

He was beginning to frighten me as he tapped the ball on my lips but I reluctantly opened my mouth and he pushed it all the way in. It seemed bigger than before, filling my mouth completely. He then pushed up a bit on my chin indicating he wanted me to close on the gag as much as I could. When I did he quickly used a long and very wide piece of tape to cover my entire mouth, from just under my nose to my chin, then he pushed hard and twice looped the tape around the back of my head under my hair. This gag was very different from the other and much tighter, eliminating any ability to breathe through my mouth. My anxiety grew as I realized that even my loudest scream would now be virtually inaudible.

He moved to the other side of the table and used his knife to cut my feet free. My legs had been spread for over six hours and it was a bit of a strain to bring them back together but it felt awfully good. Phillip then cut the ropes between my feet that held my arms. Still without speaking he helped me sit up then he walked around the table behind me. I started to rub my arms and was surprised when Phillip grabbed the ropes still tied to my wrists and pulled them back. He forced my arms up square behind my back, so that my palms held the opposite elbows. He then wrapped the still attached wrist ropes around arm and wrist and secured them. Phillip then got up, walked around the table and pulled my feet together. He tied my ankles, creating a very tight ankle cuff then immediately gripped my arm and motioned for me to stand.

I had to hop to keep from falling as he guided me to the end of the table and turned me around facing in. With one hand on my hip and the other on my neck he pushed indicating that he wanted me to bend. He kept pushing until my face was on the table.

Phillip reached into his pocket and pulled out a small jar, opened it and used two fingers to scoop out some sort of ointment or jelly with which he began to spread on the inside of my butt cheeks. I started to cry as it occurred to what was about to happen. I’ve always been open to sexual experimenting but even the thought of anything, anything at all, going into my rectum disgusts me. I’ve never allowed a boyfriend to put any part of him inside me there—not even a finger. I couldn’t believe that Phillip was about to rape me in my ass and I hoped that he was just teasing, trying to scare me. He had certainly succeeded at that.

I screamed hard when he took another scoop of gel and pushed it into my anus but the gag kept any sound from escaping. I heard him unzip and immediately felt the tip of his penis touch my butt. He pushed to separate my cheeks and slid it in until the tip was touch my hole then he grabbed my hips and slowly began to penetrate.

I silently sobbed and screamed into the gag as he slowly forced himself deeper and deeper, stretching my rectum as he went. It hurt so bad; like someone was trying to split me open. He just kept pushing and pushing, determined to get himself all the way in. I felt sick and fought to suppress the urge to throw up knowing if I did the gag would cause me to choke on my own vomit. Finally his member was completely inserted and he bent and put his arm around my hips for leverage then started to pump.

The pain was extraordinarily severe, augmented by my inability to hear my own sobs and screams. My insides were being torn up by a blender and all I wanted was for him to stop… kill me if you want Phillip but don’t do this! I was exceedingly relieved when I felt his liquid begin to fill my rectum.

He kept pumping as he came amid sounds of heavy grunting. I was suddenly reminded of a filthy, hulking mountain man who would discard me like a piece of bad meat when he was finished with me. I began to shiver in fear as I realized… it was not just a threat… Phillip was going to kill me! Only the table kept me from collapsing to the ground and rolling up into a whimpering ball.

He pulled himself out again accompanied by self satisfied grunts and moans but he didn’t speak. My ass felt like it had been torn wide open and even his withdrawal did little to relieve the searing pain. He cleaned himself then zipped up and gave my rear a cursory wipe. I was now just a quivering mass, sobbing and babbling, choking and coughing, the gag making it difficult to swallow.  I wished I could hear my own sobs feeling it would somehow ease the pain then, I felt Phillip wrap a rope around my legs just above the knees. He pulled it very tight, secured it, stood me up, and turned me facing him. He bent down, picked me up and slung me over his shoulder then picked up a kit bag from the bench, turned and walked towards the woods.

Panic hit me like a steam train and I began to shake and writhe, anything to fight him. I kept this up as we went deeper into the woods until Phillip suddenly dropped me to the ground. I kicked at him as he moved to stand over me but he just brushed my legs aside, bent in a bit, and slapped me hard on the side of my head. The blow rang in my skull and everything went white for a moment but I recovered enough to kick at him again. He let out an exasperated grunt then retrieved another length of rope from the bag. He held my feet and tied one end to the ankle cuffs then looped it though the rope above my knees then pulled it tight and secure, pulling my legs straight and unable to bend.

Phillip motioned like he was going to hit me again and I braced for the blow but it was just a threat—if I kept fighting he would beat me into a coma. I did not struggle again as he put me over his shoulder and continued into the woods. Soon we reach a small clearing and, under a tree, he dropped me to the ground knocking the wind out of me.

He retrieved more ropes from the kit bag and tied a fairly heavy length to the ankle cuffs then tossed the other end over a thick branch in the tree. It was quite high and took him a couple of tries. He pulled and began to hoist me up, grunting as my entire body lifted off the ground. He stopped when my head was about crotch high then tied the end off to the trunk of the tree. With a thinner rope he tied my ponytail then looped the end behind my back around my arms and pulled hard bending my head all the way back so that I was staring at the ground.

My sobbing had not ceased since he violated my ass but now it became uncontrollable as I realized that he was going to do what he had threatened. He had hung from a tree and was going to leave me to die.

Phillip went to the bag and pulled a heavy, two inch leather strap, about twenty inches long and a quarter inch thick. He stood by my side so I could clearly see the device and I screamed through my weeping into the gag. He dropped it to the ground, moved in front, and unzipped himself. Positioning his penis between my breasts he squeezed them together and proceeded to hump my boobs until I felt a substantial amount of cream ooze onto my chest. He rubbed the come all over my chest and breasts then, satisfied with my humiliation, picked up the strap and got ready to work.

Who was this man? Why would he do this to me? He promised if I cooperated that he would free me and I did cooperate. More than cooperate; I joined in… I helped and encouraged. What more could I have done? He was kinder and gentler as the day progressed but now he had turned into this murderous monster?

The first blow took my breath away. He might as well be using a two by four as he struck me straight across the chest. It felt like I had been kicked by a heavily booted foot. I couldn’t gasp enough air with the gag and I began to convulse as I tried to breath. A high pitched cracking sound echoed through the trees as he landed several more blows on my chest, stomach, and abdomen. My whole front was wracked in tortuous, throbbing agony and I was sure he had broken some bones. I felt like my chest had been cut away and my guts were exposed. Suddenly I thought I was coming but then I felt something seeping out of my rectum and realize I had pissed and shit myself. For a moment I thought it might be blood but the odour confirmed that it was not.

I heard him laugh as he moved around behind me and started again. He stuck a single blow the top of my ass, waited a moment then, covered the rest with four more sharp belts. I knew I was in serious trouble with my breathing. I just couldn’t get enough air and I was very light headed, my sight was blurry, and my nose was filling with mucus.

The last lash I remember was a terrible blow across my back.

As I slowly regained consciousness I opened my eyes but saw only dull orange light. I was very groggy but the pulsating pain throughout my tortured body snapped me back into focus and the panic instantly returned. I began to writhe, kicking my legs and thrashing my arms until…

I wasn’t tied up any more!

I struggled to clear the fog from my eyes and focus. Where was I? Slowly it filtered through that I was inside my pup tent, wrapped in my sleeping bag. Had this all just been a dream? The proof that it had definitely not been a dream was all to clear when I lifted the cover and saw my naked, horribly bruised body. The searing pain that accompanied my every movement was additional evidence. I wondered why I smelled like lilacs.

Things began to clear and I saw that it was dawn. I reached for the tent opening to go outside but the pain hit like a knife and I fell back and began to weep. I tried to listen for sounds in the camp fearing that if they were still there, and knew I was awake, everything would start all over again. Annoyed that my own crying was making difficult to hear, I forced myself to stop. There was no sound other than birds and early morning woodland ambience. Were they still asleep? I compelled myself to fight off the pain and lifted the tent flap.

Everything was gone! No tents, no frames, no equipment, no boys, and best of all, no Phillip! There was a coffee pot placed on rocks on the embers in the fire pit and beside the pit was my backpack with a couple of things on top. Slowly and painfully I got to my feet and limped to the pit. As I got closer I saw a metal cup, a bottle of aloe skin lotion, and a piece of paper. I could smell the coffee so I headed right for the cup. The quality was so-so but as the warm liquid washed down my throat it felt like the best cup of coffee I had ever consumed. I was still naked but the thought of clothing touching my bruised flesh gave me a chill. I sat on a log next to my pack and picked the piece of paper. It was a rather long letter.

Dear Belle,

You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You are an angel from heaven and didn’t deserve any of the terrible things that were done to you yesterday. I should have stopped it. I should never have let it start but, I was afraid. I can’t imagine how traumatic it must have been for you. I realize now that, even when you were on the table and seemed to be happy, it was just your brain trying to cope—to survive. All day I tried to justify what we were doing, thinking that you would like it after a while but, in my heart, I knew it was wrong and I knew I was a coward.

I saw what Mr. Castle did to you last night Belle. I saw and I cried but I did nothing. I am so sorry. I followed the two of you to the clearing and saw him hang you in the tree. It is difficult to write this because I am so ashamed. I watched him beat you with that awful strap, again and again. Oh Belle, I’m sorry I didn’t act sooner but I finally couldn’t take it any more and I stopped him. I hit him with a rock Belle, and I killed him. I’m so sorry that I waited so long.

I cut you down and cut away your bindings then I got Josh, Carl, and Scott to help me and we carried you to your tent. We rubbed you with the aloe lotion Belle. We were really careful and I promise we didn’t touch you inappropriately. Your body was so badly bruised that we all cried as we were doing it.

We went back and dropped Phillip over the escarpment. We are going to say that he walked into the woods and must have gotten lost. Hopefully, if he is ever found, they will think he just fell accidentally. I know I should have stopped him sooner Belle but I don’t want to go to jail. I will never forgive myself for what happened to you and I know you will never forgive me; and if you choose to go to the police, that’s okay, I’ll take my punishment.

I know your bruises are bad but I’ve seen it before and I know they will heal. I’ve known about Phillip’s sadism Belle. I’ve known of his obsession with inflicting pain for its own sake and I’ve known that he has killed before. I’ve known for years. I’ve known Belle because Phillip was my father.

All of us are really sorry Belle and all of the boys and I promise that none of us will ever do anything like that again. I erased all but one of the pictures from his laptop. The one I kept is just of your face and radiant smile. There is an e-mail address on the back of this note and if you want me to delete the picture I will.

We are moving down the trail. We are going to finish the trip as though everything is normal and report Phillip missing in a couple of days. We sent Carl back to the emergency aid phone and he’s going to tell the park rangers where you are and that you are injured. He’s going to say that he thinks you fell. The rangers should be there by about noon.

We will never forget you and we are all so sorry.

I love you Belle

- Lawrence