A Pardon

Sam pulled his cock out of Shira and fell back on his ass, exhausted. "I think I need a minute before we go again," he said.

"That's fine with me," she said as she turned around to face him. "Taking dick like that all day can wear a girl out."

"So how'd you end up in... Well, whatever this is?" He asked.

"I..." Shira hesitated, thought about it, then answered. "I tried to call my kids."

"You can't call them whenever?" Sam asked, shocked. "That doesn't seem fair."

"Well it's not," she replied, "but those are the rules. You can only call out with a few weeks notice. They make sure to lower the amount of **** in your system so you don't say anything weird on impulse. I doubt it would have been a problem in this case, but there are plenty of scenarios where talking with someone on the outside could become abnormally erotic and raise red flags.

But Jared, my youngest, was turning eight and I was too busy 'getting treated' to remember, so I stole a phone off a guy in the lab, then snuck off. They started looking me when I didn't show up to dance class, which is bad enough, but when they found the phone they went ballistic."

"That's absolutely insane!," Sam said. "How can they expect people to go so long without seeing anyone on the outside?"

"You'll see, hot stuff," she said. "You're going to get so much pussy you'll never want to think about anyone else ever again."

Right then, the door opened. In walked Dr. Vandersloot, with a short brunette in an extremely tight yellow t-shirt and tight denim booty shorts that could barely contain her tremendous ass.

"Hello Mr. Archer," dr. Vandersloot said. "I was waiting for you at the other end of the hall and wondered what had been taking so long. I see you've already been stirring up trouble."

Sam assumed his goose was cooked. "Sir," he said, "I'm so sorry. I swear I just didn't know where to go!"

"It's ok, son," Vandersloot said. "Manny filled me in and he will deal with the consequences. You will go with Cassie here, get your uniform and start your Camp Everwood experience."

Dr. Vandersloot turned to Shira. "As for you Shira, since you took such good care of Mr. Archer, I will help you through your internment personally."

Shira was already crawling towards the doctor when Sam turned to say bye. As the two men past each other, Vandersloot whispered to him, "hold onto those pills, boy. Cassie's going to make sure the rest of your first day is extra special."

Sam and Cassie walked through the cell door, which shut behind them, before she introduced herself. "Hi! As you've already heard, my name is Cassie," she said, leaning forward and hugging Sam's naked body. "I'm a counselor here at Camp Everwood. I was a camper for three years, but then I came back to help out shortly after completing my treatment."

Cassie led Sam down the hallway and through the double doors on the far side, into a red reception area. On one side, Comfy red loveseats curled in a circle around a small table. On the other, plexiglass wall created two sub-chambers: The first featured an doctor's examination table. The second looked like the front of a dry cleaner's shop. On the far side of that room was a door. Hanging across the ceiling was giant, hand-painted sign that read, "WELCOME TO CAMP, SLUTS!" in pink letters.

"So basically," Cassie explained as she walked into the room, "I'm going to take through a speedier version of what we call "intake," which is basically a bunch of tests and tutorials for new campers, including a full-body exam and a uniform fitting. We were able to grab most of what we need from that marathon fuck-session with Shira, so the lab is already producing a custom uniform for you.

Dr. Vandersloot normally has this whole big speech he likes to give explaining how the camp works, which you'll probably hear eventually. Honestly, though, here's what you need to know..." Cassie now turned and now strutted right up to Sam. She leaned in real close and whispered into his ear. "Instead of jerking off, you are going to fuck all day. You are going to put that big ladykiller of yours into the mouths, pussies and asses of women who will be begging for you to smother them with your hot cum."

Cassie's big breasts pressed into Sam's chest. One hand started stroking his growing dick. The other took his hand and planted it firmly on her thick thigh.

"When you are tired of fucking, you can leave," she said as she unbuttoned her shorts. "But why would anyone in their right mind do that?"