Bon Apetit!

“Just think of me as your naughty nurse!”, Dave repeated, pitching his voice higher in an attempt to sound like Sage. “I’ll think of you, but I don’t think you’d appreciate what I’m thinking.” Dave turned around and faced the interior of “his” house. Something fucky is definitely going on. There’s no way this house is THAT large. Dave stepped back on the front porch and looked to either side. That’s what I thought. The inside was definitely bigger than the outside. “Oh yeah. Fucking magic.” Dave massaged the bridge of his nose. At least this bullshit isn’t accompanied by a bunch of half-assed Latin-sounding phrases. Seriously, how the fuck would that work for anyone who didn’t grow up in some kind of Anglo-European culture? Fuck, Dave! Fucking focus!

Taking a deep breath, Dave tried to get his thoughts going in a productive direction. Looking around at the enormous living space he found himself in, he decided to take stock of his surroundings. Maybe there’s something here that will be useful… or at least give me some more information on who or what the fuck we’re dealing with. Dave was still struggling to come to grips with the day’s events. Oddly enough, it was the appearance of the two women that he was angriest with that had convinced him that this wasn’t a dream. No matter how much he might have wanted to see that dirty bitch Hillary brought low, hate-fucking wasn’t something that he got off on. ACTUAL **** was an absolute no-go. I fucking arrest people for that shit. How the fuck can I even say I’m a cop now? Nobody’s gonna believe that I wasn’t a part of this somehow. Dave bitterly kicked at a non-existent rock. “Suuuure Dave. We believe you. You had nothing to do with **** a group of women that you found attractive and fucking around with them. You were REALLY the victim here, isn’t that right?” Just saying out loud made him wince.

Dave wasn’t above a little roleplay. A little bit of fake struggle, overcoming a “****” girl’s reservations and having her turn into an insatiable minx. That was fun. Too bad Louise hadn’t really been up for a lot of that. Too bad Louise hadn’t been up for much of anything too far from vanilla when it came to bedroom stuff. That’s not entirely true, he thought. Louise had been much more of a wildcat when they were dating. He felt like he couldn’t turn around without her pouncing on him. Blowjobs “just because”. Flashing her pussy at him in the middle of dinner at one of the fancier restaurants in town. Sending him naughty texts. But never nudes, he thought. But at the time, that hadn’t bothered him. In many ways, not having the visual to accompany her messages made it hotter. It was almost like she had a sixth sense sometimes about when he needed to concentrate. It always seemed that when he was in the middle of paperwork, his phone would chime and there would be some kind of dirty text from Louise. And then, it dried up. Not overnight. But gradually, faster than he thought it should have. Sex a few times a week turned into once or twice a week which turned into a handful of times a month. Blowjobs became a once a year Christmas present and then ceased altogether. She never outright refused him sex, but the days of her instigating it were a thing of the past. The only exception was if she had been drinking. They'd come home from a night out and suddenly, his wife became some kind of octopus, hands and arms everywhere trying to get him undressed and into her. This presented Dave with a conundrum. On the one hand, it felt good to be desired by one’s partner. But on the other, Dave couldn’t help but feel bitter. She only wants me because she’s drunk. And then there was the issue of informed consent. Dave didn’t think that he was actually doing anything with Louise that was ****, but he felt like the principle of the matter remained the same. When he had asked why it was only when she was drunk that she came on to him, she had somehow turned it around on him. Dave had chosen to drop the subject, as he felt there was no winning for him. And so his fantasy life and porn consumption had experienced an uptick. He felt completely justified, as his needs weren’t being met at home.

There were times that he sometimes regretted staying faithful to Louise. There was a certain group of the population that was attracted to the uniform. Badge bunnies. Cleat chasers. Hose toters. Police, firefighters, athletes, the military, if there was a uniform involved, some girls just had to have it. But Dave had stayed faithful, even though he felt like his wife was betraying their marriage by distancing herself from their bedroom intimacy. And now, it seemed like his harmless fantasy life had come back to bite him in the ass. His ex-wife’s lawyer? She ticked a lot of boxes for what Dave considered hot. She was tall, dark hair, slim build, nice ass. He had never dated an Asian girl before, but not for lack of trying. He had never been a breast man. You could always get fake tits, but it’s hard to fake an ass. Except now, apparently that was becoming a thing. Still, as long as there was SOMETHING on a girl's chest to grab, Dave didn’t really care. Thinking back to his harem, Dave shuddered at his use of the word. Victims, not harem! He had the Chief’s daughter here. The fucking Chief’s! If his career wasn’t headed straight for the shitter before, it sure as hell was now. And that wasn’t even counting her age… 19! I could legitimately be her father! I bet she’d call you Daddy if you asked her to, that dark voice in the back of his mind whispered. You know you’ve noticed that body. And now she’s got that goth thing going. Look at that pale skin. That’s natural, baby. That ain’t part of those crazy-ass transformations! Dave involuntarily thought about her alabaster skin. So smooth. So toned and tight. Unsullied. That’s right. All yours. You’ll be the only man she ever knows. You can train her to do exactly what you want her to do. You want her to get pierced? What if she doesn’t want to? STOP! SHUT THE FUCK UP! That voice had been a LOT more vocal since this shitshow began. Suzy was a kid! He’d practically watched her grow up!

And then there was the chick he had arrested that morning. Angela. What the fuck? Yes, she was hot. No, he thought, not hot. She was definitely attractive. But hot was the wrong word. She was… exotic. Dave had never hooked up with or dated a girl with that much ink. Or piercings like that, he thought. Does she have more underneath her clothes? Any jewelry downstairs? “Fuck!”, Dave muttered. _Get your fucking head on straight, Brewer! She was a fucking prisoner! By law, a prisoner COULD NOT consent to ANY sexual act. Just touching her and he would be a sex offender! And to make matters worse, she apparently had a twin sister. An innocent, “good”, twin sister. Except now she’s all tatted up and pierced, too, that dark voice whispered. How hot would that be to see them both on their knees, worshiping your cock? I wonder if they make the same face when they cum? I wonder if we’ll find out? Would the “bad” sister encourage the “good” one while I was fucking her? Hold her hand when I bent her over? Would Angela show her sister how to take a cock in her ass? Shut up!_, Dave thought at that voice. That’s so fucked up! But you know it’s turning you on just thinking about it. You know you like the idea of twins. Hell, he thought, what number of guys HASN’T thought about banging twins? Even if it’s not 100%, I’d bet my left nut that it’s way more than half. But I’m pretty sure that real life twins aren’t gonna sixty-nine and ask me to take turns fucking them so they can taste my cock covered in their sister’s juices. Not with that attitude they won’t, whispered The Voice, as Dave began to think of it. You’re their Master now. Sage seems bound and determined to mold these bitches to your tastes. And it’s high time you faced the facts and embraced what you want. You suffered for years when you were married to that frigid dead fish of a lay. You DESERVE some fucking action. And remember, Mr. White Knight… the best way you can help these girls is by doing shit with them, like fucking the bitch out of Hillary. Sage said so. So, you can hold out and cause them more suffering, or you can do everyone a favor and embrace this thing and help everyone have a good time.

Dave had no real answer to this. He had been struggling with this inner dialogue ever since Sage had laid out what was going on for him. He wanted to be a good man. He wanted to be a decent man. He wanted to hold on to his moral compass. But there was a part of him that was becoming ever more vocal. Stronger. Dominant. A part of him longed to put Hillary in her place. To have her beg him to fuck her in the ass. To humiliate her after she had humiliated him. To fuck another girl in front of Louise. To rub her face in it. To show Louise that this is how he wanted to fuck. To watch Louise go down on another woman. Or to watch as some bitch ate Louise’s pussy. She would be so conflicted. Louise LOVED having her pussy eaten. Dave wondered how she would square her desire for head with her aversion to same-sex activities. And then there was Jane. Possibly the most forbidden fruit in the bunch. She was his partner. That was a bond that in some ways transcended marriage. They had confided in each other, trusted in each other, supported each other in ways that Louise never had. Dave was loath to violate that relationship. He respected Jane. She worked her ass off and was an exceptional cop. Damn right. Look at that yummy ass! Dave tried to ignore The Voice. He knew that Jane didn’t see him as a romantic partner. He knew of, and wholeheartedly approved of her policy against workplace relationships. Their shared opinion on this subject was the catalyst for their partnership. Once Jane had understood that Dave really did see her as just another cop and not as some semi-exotic piece of ass to conquer, their friendship and trust had blossomed. And now she’s what? My wing-woman? Booty call? All that and more, you lucky dog, you, The Voice whispered. How many times did you check her out when she was going undercover as a hooker? You know you’ve wondered what she’d be like in bed. You KNOW what she’s told you she likes in bed. And now she’s gonna know and love the same things you do. And you remember that time she flashed you…

Dave felt his face flush with shame. There had been a time. They had been sitting in a shitty motel room. The whole vice team, from the surveillance guys to the takedown team to the undercover officers. It had been a relaxed atmosphere. The op had just started. The online bait had been placed. Now was the waiting game. Pizza was sitting on the counter. Snacks and energy drinks and soft drinks were in a cooler. Dave had been sitting on one of the shitty beds, sitting up against the headboard. Jane had been sitting on the other bed, with her knees pulled up to her chest. Several other officers were sitting or lounging on the beds as well. Dave had looked over to the bed Jane was on as he wanted to pay attention to the conversation happening over there. And that’s when he saw it. Jane’s breast. A perfect side profile of her breast visible through the gaping arm hole of the tank top that she was wearing. It was perfect. Round, with a slight upturned nipple. Her nipple was an enticing shade of brown, darker than her rich caramel skin. And it was erect! Was all of this joking about the wild and nasty shit that complete strangers were comfortable asking a stranger to do to them turning her on? And she had laughed, and it shook in such a way that Dave knew that it would be firm and soft in all the right ways. She had told him she was a C cup. Through the arm hole of her shirt, unencumbered by a bra, he thought her breast looked much larger. He had his phone in his hand with the camera app open before his brain caught up to his dick. He had felt sickened by his behavior. What was he thinking? Just a casual picture of my exposed partner? What if she had seen him? No amount of apologizing would repair the damage to their partnership. Hastily, he put his phone away and wrenched his gaze away from her perfect breast and turned back to the conversation happening around him. But he couldn’t help himself. Periodically, he’d glance back towards Jane, and every time, there it was. Just sitting there, high and proud, her nipple pointing slightly towards the ceiling. More than once after that night, Dave had masturbated while thinking about Jane. About that perfect, teardrop breast. That slightly upturned nipple. And every time, with post-nut clarity, he had felt guilty. As far as he knew, he was the only one to have seen Jane’s breast that night. One of the other female officers would absolutely have said something to her about it. And at this point, there was no way he could bring it up to Jane after all this time. But now… Since you find casual exposure hot, she will too. She’d probably arrange for something like that to happen again if you told her about it The Voice said. You’re gonna lose to me, Brewer. The question is, how much are you gonna **** yourself before you give in to the inevitable?

Dave screamed. He closed his eyes and took a series of deep breaths, trying to calm his mind. Unbidden, images of Jane popped into his head. The twins. Hillary. Little Suzanne. Grace. Louise guiding his cock into her best friend’s mouth while Hillary caressed Louise’s breasts…

Shaking his head, Dave slapped himself. The shock helped him focus. Looking up, he saw that it was already after six. Sage said dinner was at seven. Fuck. Who knows how long it’s gonna take me to find a fucking shower in here? And with that, Dave set off exploring his improbably impossibly!, his mind insisted, home.

It appeared that all three cabins had had the same idea about punctuality. So at 6:55, all seven of the Shanghai'd campers trudged up to the dining hall.

“This food better not suck”, stated Angela. “This is shitty enough without having to deal with inedible slop”

“C'mon Ang. I don't want to get in trouble!”, Bethany whispered to Angela. “Please don't antagonize Sage. Who knows what she might do? “

Turning back to her sister, Angela lowered her voice. “Relax! Nothing's gonna happen. Besides, I wasn't criticizing her, I was just saying I hope the food didn't suck.”

Mollified, but only slightly less worried, Bethany nodded her head and made an affirmative noise.

“Gotta say, it doesn't smell bad”, said Jane. “In fact, I'd say it smells delicious.”

The smells coming from the dining hall caused more than one tummy to rumble, and even the most standoffish of the group couldn't deny what their noses were telling them.

“Of course it smells delicious!”, exclaimed Sage. “Magic, remember? I assure you, that if I have to eat this as well, it's going to be top notch!”

Several of the girls whirled around. Where the hell had Sage come from? One minute it was just the seven of them, and the next, Bam! Sage was standing in the middle of their group. Moving to stand in front of the group, Sage cleared her throat.

“Inside, you will find exquisite morsels, delectable bites, and all manner of confectionary concoctions. And if there is something else you'd like, feel free to go make it yourself! Just don't come complaining to me if one of your new sisters gives you food poisoning!” And with a laugh at her own joke, Sage threw open the doors and ushered the group inside. Inside a space that would usually feed hundreds of people, there stood but a single long table. It had four chairs down one side and three down the other, with a chair at either end. More like a throne at one end, thought Grace. Pretty sure I know whose chair THAT is. On the far wall was an enormous self serve buffet from whence the aromas of various dishes came. The food ranged from hand-held to soups, from American to Asian and everything in between. Angela had to admit to herself that even the pickiest eater would find more than enough options to satisfy them.

As the girls began serving themselves, the door opened and Dave walked in. He had showered and changed clothes as well. He was now sporting a pair of brown cargo shorts and a white shirt with HEAD COUNSELOR printed on the front in bold red letters. His shorts appeared to be slightly too small for him, the more observant of his harem noticed. Seeing the uniforms the girls were wearing, Dave massaged the bridge of his nose and sighed. He had thought that Sage was just fucking with him on the wardrobe selection. But no. Of fucking course she'd turn this into some sex camp thing. I shouldn't be surprised by this.

As everyone got into line for food and settled in at the table, Louise was pensive. Making up her mind, she looked to the foot of the table where Sage was sat. “Were you serious?”

“About what? You'll have to be more specific, dear”, replied Sage.

“A-about the kitchen”, stammered Louise. Keep it together!, she told herself. “Were you serious we could go cook if we wanted to? It's not some kind of trap? “

Sage threw her head back and laughed. “Why would I make this a trap? What could you possibly do to me? Where would you go?” Sage looked around the table. “Incidentally, you're probably wondering where we are. What you probably haven't (but most definitely should have) asked is when we are.”

Sage watched the expressions around the table. There it is. At least some of them are thinking about what I said.

“When?”, asked Bethany. “Are you implying time travel?”

“That's impossible!”, interrupted Hillary. “I refuse to believe it!”

“Hillary honey”, Sage drawled, “After everything that's happened today, now you're going to say something's impossible? I thought you lawyer-types were better at analyzing situations and foreseeable outcomes.”

Well maybe if I didn't feel like my tits were gonna pop I'd be able to focus a little better! Hillary was wise enough to hold her tongue. And I don't want to even talk about the other thing…

Seeing that she wouldn't get a rise out of Hillary, Sage smiled. “As I was saying, you'd have nowhere to go because we're in the middle of the Ozark mountains in the great state of Arkansas in July of 1976. Even if you ran off, where would you go? What would you do? This is YEARS before any of you were even born. Best case scenario, you'd get locked up in the looney bin. And, I would hasten to point out, that a lot of the terrible, awful incidents that led to mental health reforms decades later took place around this time. This is NOT a good time to be a ward of the State.”

Sage surveyed her audience. All eyes were on her. “Good! See? Now if you will just pay attention like this moving forward, I'm sure we'll have a grand time!” Turning back to Louise, Sage smiled. “So to answer your original question, no. On this I assure you that I am unequivocally NOT fucking with you. Who knows? Maybe you and some of your harem sisters will get up to some sexy hijinks in the kitchen. There's plenty of whipped cream and chocolate sauce…” Sage winked at Jane, who looked away. “Or maybe you and some of your sisters will simply bond while you cook for your Master.”

Grace shuddered. She had seen Jane's face before the woman looked away from Sage. There had been excitement in her eyes. Hunger. And shame. But not a lot, and not until the very end. Not for the first time, Grace wondered how far she could trust these women. At best, Hillary was an acquaintance. Legal circles weren't huge, especially when one considered the fact that there were considerably fewer women than men practicing law. And then there was Hillary's reputation as the one to hire if scorched earth was on your agenda. As to the rest, Jane she knew professionally, which is to say, hardly at all. Grace was aware of who Jane was. She had read Jane's reports and even questioned her on the witness stand before. Professional. Concise. Clinical. But she had never socialized with the woman. For the others, they were all strangers. Unknowns. Apparently the first twin had been arrested. Have I ever dealt with her before? As a prosecutor, literally thousands of files had crossed Grace's desk. Some cases were memorable, either because there was a hilarious level of incompetence by the defendant, or, more likely, an exceptionally horrific set of circumstances. But the vast majority of cases tended to blend into one giant blob in her mind. Hopefully, if I did, she doesn't think I'm a huge bitch. Grace prided herself on her reputation in the courtroom. Say what you would about her personally and outside of court, in the courtroom, Grace was respected. She never over- or under-represented her case when negotiating plea bargains. She scrupulously kept her promises if deals had been struck, even if later, new evidence turned up. She was considered by the defense bar to be an exemplar of how an assistant DA should conduct themselves. She was proud of her reputation for fair and realistic analysis of her cases. She was proud of her conviction percentage.

But none of that mattered when you were dealing with strangers, she thought. They don't owe me anything. Nor you, them, a cold and logical part of her brain reminded her. She looked at Dave. Her interactions with him were much the same as with Jane. They had never socialized outside of work. Never really talked outside of courtroom testimony prep. His reports were a little less detached in tone than Jane's. He was warmer, more personable on the stand. But did she know him? Not at all. Not for the first time, Grace thought back to her transformation. The shock she had experienced when she realized she had spanked herself in front of God and everybody else just because that woman asked her to. There had been no hesitation on her part. I didn't even try to negotiate! My dignity was for sale and I had nothing to do with setting the price! It was that last bit that was really bothering her, she decided. Aside from the fact that anyone can basically mind control me that is. It was one thing to have to DO something. But if she was going to have to play this sick game, she wanted to make it cost-prohibitive for any would-be deal makers. The term pyrrhic victory came to mind. You might make me, but I'll destroy you in the process.

While Grace wrestled with her thoughts, Louise stood up. “Well, in that case, I feel like making something. Anyone want to help?” She scanned the eyes of each woman in turn. What she saw did not inspire her with a great deal of confidence. Fear. Intimidation. Despair. Resignation. Anger. Wait. Anger? She held eye contact for a moment longer and subtly nodded. Anger she could work with. “Would you mind giving me a hand? If you don't mind, that is”, she asked the short, tattooed woman. Angela? She had a sleeve on her right arm, right? “It looks like a big kitchen and I could use a hand figuring out what all we have to work with.”

Nodding, the woman stood up and walked towards the kitchen. On the back of her shirt was her name, Angela. At least I got that right. Off to a good start!, Louise thought.

As she and Angela walked towards the kitchen, Sage called out. “Don't take too long! After dessert, we're going to have our first challenge tonight. You won't want to be late!”

Giving an affirmative grunt, Louise and Angela entered the kitchen.

“So what the fuck is going on?”, hissed Angela.

“Chill for a second. Get some pans and make some noise before she hears us!”, came the hushed response. Following her own advice Louise bent over and began loudly rummaging through the cabinets.

After a few minutes, Louise made her way over to where Angela was mindlessly shuffling a set of bowls around. “I don't care what that witch says. I will take my chances in 1976 before I stay here one minute longer!”, Louise said in a hushed tone. “Are you in?”

“Hell yes I am.” The invitation had scarcely left Louise’s mouth before Angela responded. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m not sure just yet. Go ahead and start getting stuff out like we are going to make cookies or something.”

“Stuff like what? What all goes into cookies?” Angela tried to keep the frustration from her voice. “I know exactly fuck-all about cooking or baking or whatever.”

“Just get some flour, and butter. Some eggs, sugar, whatever. It doesn’t really matter. Just start getting stuff.” And with that, Louise began searching under the sink.

“Bingo!”, came the muted cry from under the sink. Angela looked over to see Louise triumphantly presenting an assortment of household cleaning supplies. "I knew that bitch would be too stupid to actually get rid of this stuff."

“What the fuck are you going to do? Scrub your way out of here?” Angela couldn’t keep the bitterness from her voice. She thought that this chick had actually had a plan.

“Noooo”, came the condescending reply. “I’m going to make a bomb. Did you find the sugar?”

“Wait, what? What the fuck? A bomb?!?”, Angela nearly forgot to keep her voice down. “Are you fucking mental?”

“Not a bomb, bomb. Think of it as more like a giant firecracker. That could definitely kill you if you were holding it when it went off”, Louise said.

“Hang on, MacGuyver”, Angela countered. “Aren’t you like a dentist or something? Or is that some kind of cover story and you’re like a CIA spy or something?”

“No, I’m not a spy”, Louise said.

“That’s probably what a spy would say, isn’t it?”, Angela pressed.

“Look. I am a dentist. I do teeth. I am also a bio-chemistry and physics double major. You’d be surprised how easy it is to make explosives out of household items. Now answer the question. Did you find the sugar?”

“Are you seriously making cookies?!?” Angela wanted to scream.

“What? No! I told you that we’re making a bomb. Do you want to make cookies?”, Louise asked.

“No! But why are you asking me about sugar?”, Angela said.

“Oh! That’s for the bomb. I thought I covered that”, Louise replied. “Because of reasons that I won’t get into, among which is that I absolutely wouldn’t advise trying anything like this at home because that could be extremely dangerous and stupid, I’m gonna ask you to putter around up here while I assemble this thing.” And with that, Louise began pouring various substances into a mixing bowl.

A short time later, Angela was surprised to hear Louise announce that she was done. Turning around, Louise appeared to have a metal cannister in her hand.

“What is that?”, Angela asked.

“A bomb. I thought we had covered this already.” Louise winked. “Sorry. It’s just that for the first time since this nightmare started, I feel like I have a sense of control again.”

“So how does it work?”, asked Angela.

“It’s complicated, but basically once I start it, a chemical reaction is going to take place inside this whipped cream cannister. And the result will be a loud bang. This is for a distraction. I’m not trying to level the building or hurt any of those other women. We just need a diversion and we’ll slip away in the confusion.”

“How long is the fuse or whatever?”, asked Angela.

“Hard to say. I had to eyeball everything. But I’d say anywhere between twenty seconds and a minute. And once I start it, there’s no stopping it, so we better be ready to book it.”

“OK. Shit! Weren’t we supposed to be cooking something?”, Angela asked.

“Not to worry. I already thought of that. I’ll just blame you”, said Louise.

“What the fuck? Blame me for what?”, Louise hissed.

“I’m not actually blaming you for anything. I’m blaming you for the imaginary cookies that got ruined”, explained Louise.

“Oh. Why can’t you take the blame?”, asked Angela.

“Because you’re the one who doesn’t know how to bake!”, came the reply. “Look. It doesn’t matter. We just need to keep our story basic. I learned that from Dave. The more elaborate your story, the more likely you are to get caught. Simple story. You added salt instead of sugar. End of story. Got it?”

“Fine. But this better work”, said Angela.

Louise cleaned up her unconventional ingredients and hid her device in one of the cabinets. “Put on your game face”, she told Angela. “I’ll do the talking.” And with that, the two would-be saboteurs returned to the table.

Blessedly, Sage didn’t question Louise’s account of the “baking accident” and dinner progressed. After everyone was finished, Sage stood up. "I know it’s been quite the exciting day, but the fun is just beginning here! In true Camp Kumoneyewannalayu tradition, each cabin will be competing against the others. You’ll still be competing individually within your cabin, but the first hurdle is beating the other cabins! I’m told that campers would use their first dinner together to come up with a cabin mascot and maybe a cheer. However, to make sure everyone gets into the spirit of things, I’ve gone ahead and assigned each cabin a mascot. And to make it even better, you’ll each get a logo on all of your shirts! That way, there’ll be a constant reminder that you’re in a competition! First up, Cabin One! Or, I should say, The Bearded Clams!” Sage snapped and the following image appeared on Hillary’s and Grace’s shirts.

“Are you fucking kidding? Is this a fucking joke to you?” Hillary couldn’t help it. She had bitten her tongue for most of dinner, but this was a step too far. “These are our lives you’re messing with! How can you make this a joke?”

“I understand your concern, dear”, Sage replied. “And I’m willing to overlook your little outburst. It’s been a stressful day. But even _I _have my limits. Let’s turn all that energy you’re wasting being angry into something more productive? Hmm?”

Grace reached over and put a calming hand on Hillary’s thigh. She gave a small squeeze. Don’t say anything else, please!, she thought. Don’t play into her hands!

Hillary visibly collected herself and gave a brief nod to Grace.

“Moving right along, Cabin Two, you’re now the Bald Beavers!” And with a flourish, Louise and Jane had matching images on their shirts. Jane made a **** sound. “Are you OK, Jane?”, Sage asked.

Red-faced, Jane nodded. “Water went down the wrong pipe”, she croaked out.

But she wasn’t drinking anything, Suzanne thought.

“And finally, for Cabin Three, say hello to the Pretty Kitties!”

“What the fuck?!?”

“Ewww!”

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“I thought you said ‘pretty’!”

A chorus of shouts followed Sage’s attempt at uniform modification. Looking at the shirts of the newly-christened Pretty Kitties was a sad looking animal. It was pale, with big ears. Big eyes. A skinny rat-like tail. Its skin was hairless and hung in wrinkles from its body.

“A sphinx? Why did you put a picture of a sphinx cat on our shirts?” This was Bethany. Of the trio from cabin three, only she hadn’t reacted when their shirts had changed.

“Because it’s a hairless pussy!”, Angela snarled at her twin. “How did you not get that?”

“You mean …. Like a vagina?” Bethany whispered that last word, scandalized.

“Yes! Your muff, your cooter. Pussy. Cooch. Cunt. Gash. Quim. Beaver.” This last word was drawn out as Angela stared at Bethany. “She named all of our teams after slang for pussy!”

“…” Bethany was speechless. Leaning over to Angela, she whispered, but in the silence everyone could hear her.

“Do you shave your … down there?”, Bethany asked Angela and she tried to subtly point towards her lap.

“Are you fucking serious right now?”, Angela hissed back. “Not that its any of your fucking business how I groom myself, but yes. Happy?”

“No! I mean, yes. I mean… I didn’t know…” Bethany was miserable. “When I showered, in addition to all of this”, she gestured to her new body modifications and art, “I noticed all my hair down there was gone. I just thought it was something she did to us.”

Angela had no words. She looked at Beth, who in turn, appeared to notice all eyes on them. Bethany's eyes bulged. Oh God. She's gonna fucking fall out or something. Taking pity on her sister, she stated, “I’ve gotta run to the ladies’. Beth, will you come with?” Without giving her sister a chance to respond, Angela scooted her chair back and grabbing her sister’s wrist, headed off towards the door marked “Outhouse”. “There better be fucking indoor plumbing here”, she muttered darkly.

Pushing through the door, Angela entered a room with four toilets in a row on one wall and four sinks opposite. “Of course there aren’t any stalls. Figures.”

“Ang, I don’t need to go. I’ll wait out-“, Bethany began, but Angela cut her off.

“Me neither. Look. Two things. One, yes. I shave my cooch. I got pierced and I want any motherfucker I grace with the sight of my lady garden to appreciate the renovations I made. Two, I wanted to tell you that in a little while, we’re going to make a break for it. I need you to come with me.”

“What? Like run away? Who? And you heard Sage. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Even if she’s not telling the truth about it being 1976, none of us knows anything about camping or the woods or bears or...”, Bethany blubbered.

“Anything is better than here! Do you really want to stick around and see what sick shit that bastard and that bitch are going to do to me? To YOU? Look. Louise knows some stuff. She’s a doctor -“

“A dentist”, interrupted Bethany.

“Whatever. She’s smart and she knows shit. She’s made a bomb-“

“A BOMB! Are you crazy?!?” Bethany looked ready to faint.

“Keep it down! Yes! Well, no. Not a bomb. She said it was a distraction. A big noisemaker. She doesn’t want anyone getting hurt. Just some confusion so we can get away”, Angela reassured her. “Tonight is going to be our best chance. While everyone is still settling in, we’re going to make a run for it. I need you to come with me. It’s my fault you’re here, so I’m gonna get you out of here!” Angela stared into her sister’s eyes. Those sweet, innocent eyes. She didn’t deserve this. She did everything Mom and Dad could ever have wanted. I’ve got to get her out of here!

“Oo..okay”, Bethany squeaked out.

“Good. Now get your shit together and lets head back out there! Remember, we’re going to play along and when I give you the signal, you and me are gonna go to the bathroom, got it? And when that thing goes off, we’re outta here!”

Nodding, Bethany splashed some water on her face and followed her sister back out to the table. That sounds like a bad idea. I hope we don’t get in trouble.

Once the twins had returned from the bathroom and everyone was finished eating, Sage stood back up. “I have a couple of announcements to make! First, after the challenge tonight, the camp Trading Post will be open. There you’ll find all sorts of goodies that you can spend your hard-earned BP on! The Trading Post is located in the Friendship Center. Also, you’ll each have a limited, personalized menu available in your cabins. But the whole inventory is on display at the Center. Moving on to number two! Tonight is the first challenge. Even though I said we were competing cabin against cabin, tonight is an exception. This is an individual challenge. At this, wary glances were exchanged between the girls. Tonight, we are playing Texas Hold ‘Em!”

Sage looked around expectantly. “No applause? No excitement?” She frowned. “Would you rather this be a blowjob contest?”

“No! Poker sounds great! Uhh… right girls?” Jane tried her best to rally the troops. She tried to ignore the tingle in her nethers at the thought of the girls lining up to suck Dave’s dick._ I’d hold Grace’s head and fuck his cock with her mouth! Fuck! That would be so hot! I wonder how much it would cost to have Grace get rid of her gag reflex. Mmmm… _Picturing the former prosecutor on her knees, hands clasped behind her back pushing her tits out as Dave acquainted himself with the inside of her mouth. Watching the drool spill from Grace’s mouth as sounds of gluck glack gluck came from her mouth around Dave’s dick. Jane imagined sliding in behind Grace and playing with the other woman’s breasts. I've never grabbed another woman's boobs before. I wonder what they’ll feel like? Jane imagined sliding one hand down that tight little stomach. There’d be no panties in the way. Would she find bare skin? Full bush? A landing strip? Jane rubbed her thighs together. She was looking forward to finding out.

She imagined sliding her fingers lower. I’ve never touched another pussy before. Jane had watched porn before. She’d seen plenty of pussy in locker rooms. She was well aware that just like people, vaginas came in all manner of shapes and sizes. Is hers more of an innie? Does her clit stick out? Does she have big lips? Small lips? How slick will her pussy feel? Jane imagined using just her middle finger at first. Gently, oh so gently, she would trace Grace’s slit from top to bottom. On her way back up, she’d use her index and ring finger to lightly put pressure on Grace’s labia. Down and up. Up and down. She could feel it. Of course, Grace’s pussy would be sopping wet before Jane even started playing with her. Jane would have used her time while playing with Grace’s tits to be whispering all manner of perverted things to the other woman. “I’m so glad I bought your gag reflex. Hearing you **** on that cock is making me so wet! I wonder how much it’ll cost to have you lick my pussy while Dave fucks me? How much to lick his cum out of me? I know I can’t wait to see how you taste. How you taste with his cum oozing out of your cute little pussy. Gag on his cock for me if that sounds good to you” And of course, Grace would gag on that cock. Why wouldn’t she? That’s what she had been paid to do. She might even do that for free… After she sees how good it is that first time, I wouldn’t be surprised if she wants to make a contract where she pays me to fuck her mouth with Dave’s cock! Jane was fully invested in this fantasy. She pictured the instant that her slight, oh so slight pressure finally parted Grace’s lips. The copious, slick, wet heat that her questing finger would encounter. How, this time, on her trip back up Grace’s lips, she’d drag her middle finger in the newly opened furrow between Grace’s legs.

Grace would jump when Jane’s finger found her clit. And that would be fine. Jane would simply latch on all the tighter with her free hand on Grace’s chest. She’d lean in and kiss Grace’s neck. Nibble on her ear. Continue her verbal **** on the prosecutor. “Oh! What’s this I’ve found? That’s your little clitty, isn’t it? My my my. How deliciously wet you are. How", and at this point, Jane would swirl her finger through the other woman’s juices, coating her finger in Grace’s essence. "How delicious you are." Jane nearly moaned at the thought of sucking the flavor of Grace off of her finger. "Not to worry my little cocksucker. My delicious little slit. Auntie Jane has some for you, too." And making eye contact with Dave, Jane would slowly pull Grace’s head back from Dave, removing his cock from Grace's mouth and throat. She would look up at her Master. Jane nearly came from the thought. There would be a look of hunger on Dave’s face. Power. Ownership. Jane would continue to work the other woman’s rock-hard nipples. Alternating between gently pinching and tugging on them while using the flat of her palm in wide, sweeping circles. Jane would reach back down. Her hand flat on Grace’s belly. Fingers splayed. Jane halfway hoped there was a little hair between her legs so that she could play with it just a little to tease the other woman. She would repeat her honey gathering process. Her hand would leave Grace’s tits and rise to gently grasp the other woman’s throat and jaw. “Open that mouth up for me, pet”, she would tell Grace.

And having ****, no other option, just the pure, lust-driven instinct to obey, Grace would open her mouth. Jane would rest her finger on Grace’s tongue and say but one word. “Suck.” And with that, Grace would moan. Her tongue going wild, lapping every drop of herself off of Jane’s finger. With a gentle pop!, Jane would extract her finger. "Good. So good. You obey so well. Wasn’t that yummy? Don’t you have just the sweetest little honeypot around, my darling cock sucker?" Irrevocably caught in Jane’s spell, Grace would be beyond words. Beyond coherent thought. With a moan, all she would do is nod. "Then show me. Show our Master. Show him how much you want to taste HIM. If you do a good enough job, I’ll feed you some more honey. I might even feed you some of my own honey. You'd like that, too, wouldn't you?" Dave would have no restraint left. Jane’s words as much an inflammatory agent for his lust as they were for Grace. Jane’s hand would return to the other woman’s breasts. The cycle of pinching, tugging, rubbing would begin anew, but rougher, more frantic. Janes other hand would make its southward trek to the other woman’s center. This time there would be no teasing. By now, Dave would have sheathed his magnificent cock to the root in Grace’s mouth. Her tongue would bulge obscenely near the root of his shaft, reaching for his balls, those swollen orbs filled with Grace’s reward. Jane would apply pressure to the other woman’s button. One finger, then two. Well-lubed by the abundant wetness Grace’s pussy was producing. Jane could see the streaks of moisture falling down the other woman’s thighs.

Jane could feel it as she hooked her middle and ring fingers and slid them inside Grace. Grace’s lower body would buck, but she would continue to provide a home for Dave’s cock with her throat. "Do you feel that, Grace?" Jane would ask as she encountered that spongy little mound inside the other woman’s vagina. Jane’s hand on Grace’s breast would be replaced by both of Grace’s. Her hands mauling her own flesh. How roughly she would pinch her nipples, stretching them from her chest until Jane thought they must surely tear, only to have them smashed back against her chest where they were squeezed and flattened. Jane would reach her other hand down to assist at Grace's pussy. Two fingers gently pistoning in and out of Grace, firmly rubbing the other woman’s G spot on each and every stroke. In and out. Up and in. With the palm of her newly arrived hand, Jane would pull the skin of the other woman’s mons taught, while gently pressing in towards Grace’s belly, She would dip the tip of her middle finger lower to where her other fingers were making their relentless entry and re-entry into the other woman. She would pick up the essence of Grace. Fight the urge to lick her finger clean. Stay focused. Suitably lubed, she would bring her middle finger back up to hover just above Grace’s clit. Leaning in, she would bite the other’s earlobe gently and whisper one word. Cum. And with that, she would gently, softly, circle Grace’s clit with a feather-soft touch from her middle finger. Would she squirt? I think she might be a squirter. There’s one way to find out. Grace would buck and moan, the vibrations in her throat causing unspeakable pleasure to Dave, as he plundered her mouth and throat. Jane’s hand, which had previously massaged Grace’s clit was now flat against the other woman’s lower belly, feeling it clench as the other woman rode out her orgasm.

The fingers that had found a home deep inside the other woman had returned to gently, slowly, inexorably extracting every ounce of pleasure from the former prosecutor, circling her clit, sometimes softly, others with a firmer touch. Looking up, Jane would meet Dave’s eyes. It's time, they would say. The contractions and convulsions in and around Grace's cleft would be tapering off. Grace would be hyper-sensitive in her lower lips. The hand holding Grace’s belly would slide back up her torso, past those soft, yet firm breasts, now red and tender from the treatment they had received from the hands of their owner. The hand would move from Grace’s pussy to just below her breasts, finding the bottom of her ribcage. The hand that had traveled further north would gently grab Grace’s bulging throat. I can feel his cock through her throat. Grace would moan. Dave would moan. Jane would moan. All three of their voices crying out for one thing. Gently, firmly, Jane would squeeze Grace’s throat and slowly move her hand up and down. At the first sensation of Jane’s squeeze, Dave would lurch forward. Impossibly burying himself further in Grace’s throat. Grace would have her arms wrapped around Dave’s thighs, locking him in place as Jane jerked him off using Grace’s throat as a fleshlight. And then as Dave’s cries reached a crescendo, Jane’s other hand would reach up and gently pull on his sac, massaging its sensitive contents. Dave would erupt. Only the fact that Grace had him locked in place would keep him upright. Jane would feel each pulse in her hand stroking Dave through Grace’s throat, each twitch as his balls delivered their payload to Grace’s belly. The muscles of Grace's throat frantically working to swallow her hard-earned prize. And then it would subside. Grace would drop her arms to her side. With Grace on the verge of passing out. Dave would withdraw his beautiful cock from her throat. Grace would suck in a rasping breath, coughing at the sudden return of air. Jane would reach forward and grasp Dave’s cock, gently squeezing the last of his load from it. She would watch it collect and bead at the tip before leaning forward and wrapping her lips –

“Jane! Earth to Jane!” With a start, Jane looked wildly around. Her hand was pressed tightly against her crotch. There was no question about her pussy being wet, soaked. Looking down, Jane saw with relief that her napkin had fallen to her lap and was covering her hand. If she had to stand up for any reason, everyone would see that the crotch of these ridiculous shorts was soaked through. Where the fuck did that come from? She thought. It had seemed so real. So hot. A quick glance confirmed that her shirt was hiding nothing. Turkey’s done! she wryly thought as she observed her nipples tenting her shirt. Fuck! I’m so close! Jane wondered if she would have cum if her daydream had been allowed to continue. She was so horny that she very nearly got up and ran for the bathroom to finish what her treacherous mind had started. Never in all of her life had she touched another woman sexually. She had seen plenty of porn and had masturbated to threesome scenes before, but her focus had always been on the cock. She had never fantasized about playing with another woman’s pussy. About tasting another pussy. She had no issues with tasting her own juices. She had gotten curious once while masturbating and had licked her finger. It hadn’t registered as much of a taste, really. She felt like the strongest flavor had been from the scented lotion she had used, which had in turn, gotten her to think about playing with herself. She was pretty sure that – “Jane! Seriously! Are you there???”

“Yeah. Sorry. Uh.. distracted.” Her face felt hot enough to combust. Hopefully they mistook it for embarrassment rather than the arousal that it really was.

Sage gave Jane a wink so quick that Jane was almost convinced that she had imagined it. “Well do I have your attention now?”, the host asked.

“Yes. I’m here.”, Jane replied.

“As I was saying, the challenge this evening is an individual challenge. We will be playing Texas Hold ‘Em. You will be playing for both VP and BP, so I advise you to get your poker faces on and channel your inner Doyle Brunson!”

“Who?”

“Was that the guy who invented that burner thing in chemistry labs?”

Sage shook her head. “Doyle Brunson. Texas Dolly. The Godfather of Poker. He’s a legendary poker player. Whatever. And no, those ‘burner things in chemistry labs’ are Bunsen Burners. So if there are no further questions, let’s shuffle up and deal!”

With a flourish and a flash, the long rectangular table they had been sitting around was replaced with a kidney-shaped poker table. Dave found himself sitting in the dealer’s seat. The girls were arranged around him.

“I’ve randomly sat you at this table. Starting to Dave’s immediate left, will be Grace, Louise, Angela, Suzanne, Hillary, Jane, and Bethany. Don’t try to swap seats, please. You will start with two thousand chips. Blinds will start at 5/10. Blinds will go up every 30 minutes or whenever a player busts, whichever happens first. All players will have the option to re-buy once.”

“What’s the catch?”, asked Jane. Looking around, only a few other faces registered anything resembling understanding as Sage explained the format. Surprisingly, Bethany seemed almost eager to play.

“Ah yes, the catch. The catch is that your upcoming transformation is at risk. It could be more severe. You could end up with two. You might end up with a boon, or even immunity! Obviously, the scale is weighted towards the negative outcomes. There is a one in ten chance for immunity, a two in ten chance for a boon, or beneficial transformation, a three in ten chance of having a transformation upgraded, and a four in ten chance of getting two transformations this round. However, if you happen to re-buy and win, you will be immune from transformation. If you win without re-buying, you will also be immune from transformation this round as well as having your BP prize doubled!”

Nervous looks were exchanged among the girls.

“So. On to the rules. This,” Sage held up a round disc about the same size as a hockey puck. “This is the dealer button. As our Master will be serving as our dealer for the evening, this will rotate one spot to the left after every hand. To the immediate left of the button is the small blind. To the left of the small blind is the big blind. The small blind is always half of the big blind. The blind bets are **** bets that help generate betting action. In other formats, blinds are replaced with antes. All players will be dealt two cards face down. This is your hand, your hole cards. Betting starts to the immediate left of the big blind. As this is no limit hold’em, a player may match the big blind, or call; they may raise, which must be at least twice the big blind up to and including all of their chips; or they may fold. If you do not have double the current bet, but wish to raise all-in, you may do so, and a side pot will be established for any betting in excess of what you started the hand with. After the initial round of betting, three community cards, or the flop, are dealt face up in the middle of the table. Betting will start to the left of the dealer for the remainder of the hand. Players may opt to not bet, or ‘check’ their option to bet; they may bet, or they may fold. It goes without saying that folding before anyone bets is allowed, but is a foolhardy strategy. Playing out of turn will be punished. You will receive one warning. After the round of betting on the flop is concluded, one more community card, called the turn card, is played. Another round of betting will take place, again starting to the left of the dealer button. Finally, a fifth and final community card, called the river, will be dealt. There is one more round of betting. Once the pot is satisfied, players will show down their cards. Whoever has the best five card hand out of the seven possible cards (their two hole cards and the five community cards) wins. It is possible for one, or all players to play the community cards instead of their hand, if, for example a flush is on the board. After the hand concludes, the button will move one spot to the left and the next hand will begin. Periodically, the blinds will go up. Typically, the blinds double, meaning that as play progresses, chips become more valuable. As for ranking hands, from lowest to highest, they are: high card, one pair, two pair, three of a kind, straight (five cards in sequence, not of the same suit. Ex: ten, jack, queen, king, ace), flush (five cards of the same suit. In the event of two players having a flush, whichever player has the higher card in that suit wins), full house (three of a kind plus one pair, ex: three kings and a pair of fours), four of a kind, and finally a straight flush (five cards, in sequence, all of the same suit. Ex: five of hearts, six of hearts, seven of hearts, eight of hearts, and nine of hearts) Yes, a royal flush is technically the best hand, but that’s just the highest possible straight flush. Any questions?”

Louise, who ended up sitting next to Angela, nudged her with her foot. “Uhh.. can we take a bathroom break real quick?”

“Yeah! I need to pee. Don’t you, Bethany?”, Angela added.

“Nah, I’m good”, replied Bethany.

“You sure? You don’t need to pee at all?”, Angela pressed.

Frowning, Jane looked at Angela. “I think she knows if she needs to pee or not. She’s a big girl.”

Louise stepped down on Angela’s foot. This bitch is going off-script. She better not fuck this up!

Feeling awful inside, and knowing that her sister was just caught up in reviewing the rules that Sage had just gone over, Angela schooled her expression and got up.

“I’m gonna throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave!”, Louise announced as she detoured to the kitchen.

“Make two, please!”, Grace called out.

“Uhh.. OK!”, came the reply.

Angela made her way to the restroom and slid down the wall, hugging her knees to her chest. She had to leave Beth. One of them had to escape so they could get help. She’d come back and save her sister. She would! Angela just hoped that Sage wouldn’t blame Beth for what was about to happen. She shouldn’t. Everyone knows she’s the good one. I’ll make this up to you Beth. I swear it!

“Get ready. I’m not sure how loud this is gonna be, but you’ll probably want to –“

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!

The building shook. Dust drifted down from the ceiling. Peeking out of the restroom, a huge cloud of dust and smoke obscured half of the room. “Run!”, hissed Louise.

Angela didn’t need to be told twice. She sprinted after the taller woman, cursing her shorter stride as Louise slowly pulled away from her.

Blindly following Louise, Angela had no idea where they were heading. Her questions were answered when huffing and puffing, she pulled up at what was labeled as the boathouse and a carved wooden sign proclaiming, “Lake Kumsalott”.

“Can you paddle?”, Louise asked.

“I’m about to find the fuck out”, Angela replied. “Let’s go!”

With a minimum of cursing and grunting, the tall woman and the short woman were able to manhandle a canoe from a rack and to the shore.

“I was looking at the map earlier”, said Louise. This lake is the western border of the camp. So if we can make it to the far shore, we will be off the camp grounds and hopefully away from Sage’s magic.”

“Works for me”, Angela replied. When had Louise found time to study a map? Whatever. I just want out of here.

They had just gotten the canoe dragged to the shore when a sound like a thunderclap nearly deafened them. Angela couldn’t move. She couldn’t so much as blink. Bent over as she was, Louise’s ass filled most of her field of vision.

“You DARE?!?” The voice was Sage’s. But it also wasn’t. It was deep. It reverberated deep in her skull. It was terrifying. Had she had any muscle control at all, Angela thought she might have peed herself. The very light around her dimmed. The temperature dropped. Had she been able to breathe (and speak), Angela’s frightened moans would have produced little clouds of vapor. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shitohfuckohshit! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

Angela thought she had heard Sage upset before. She was beginning to realize how very wrong she was.