****** Callie Becomes a Slave III: The Camping Trip by Dirt Master ******
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Callie Becomes a Slave III: The Camping Trip


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This is part III of the "Callie becomes a Slave" series. The story is about
Callie Shaw, who has been kidnapped and is being trained to be a slave. Read
the first two parts for the complete story of the first two days of Callie's
training.
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Chapter #3
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The Camping Trip
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Callie's thoughts:
----------------- I woke up from an uneasy sleep. Karl was still sleeping next
to me. I tried to get up from the bed but my right hand stopped me. The
illuminated watch on Karl's hand told me it was 4 am. The events of the past
two days started going through my mind.

I, Callie Shaw, was a software engineer working in the firm of Karl Smith who
asked me out. I refused. He had me kidnapped on Friday night after sending my
boyfriend (Jack, also his employee) away at a convention. His men left me at a
cabin far from city. Karl arrived sometime later and I was at his mercy. Today
was Sunday. He had abused my body and used me as his slave, his personal sex
toy for two days in this cabin far away from city. Tears sprang from my eyes as
I remembered the whipping and the humiliation I had suffered during the
previous two days. Most of my body hurt from the whipping and my knees felt
like rubber. Karl hadn't starved me but I never had lots of food.

I cried silently and wondered about what my future would be.

On Friday evening I was Ms. Callie Shaw, an attractive young lady with a very
good job and here I was now, Karl's sex toy. Unaware of my future. Oh god! Help
me.

After crying for some time I drifted into sleep again, still wondering about
today and whatever would come next.
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Karl's thoughts:
---------------- When I woke up I was glad to see Callie's pillow was wet and
there were tear marks on her cheeks. I really had been tough on her in these
two days. Callie was still sleeping and I let her sleep. I went to the bathroom
for a shower. I used the toilet and thought about the future. I had to go home.
Her boyfriend was due back on Wednesday. She would be missed at work tomorrow.
So this could not go on. And I had the perfect solution.

One of my friends Alistair Mcnair was going on a camping trip. Somewhere to the
abandoned south. Mountains and fields and wilderness. Almost no population. He
and two other guys and two slaves they planned to sell at a whorehouse, present
somewhere in the wilderness. Well they could take Callie along and sell her as
well.

I finished the shaving and left the bathroom. Callie was awake. I freed her
hand. She gave me a blowjob before crawling into the bathroom upon my
permission. After she came out she prepared breakfast. I sat in the table and
ate Bacon while she stayed on the floor on all fours drinking milk from a bowl
like a dog. After the breakfast we went into the bedroom. Callie was very close
to tears. The whipping had left no mark except a bruise or two but I knew her
body hurt and she was worried about her future. I knew these were my last few
hours with her. Mcnair left at about 5 in the evening, today. And he would
surely want to pick her up earlier and examine her, as he was a regular dealer
for the whorehouse. We fucked. Or rather much I fucked her and she cried
silently as I entered her asshole and pussy with all my might. Then I used a
ball gag to keep her silent and hung her by her hands to the ceiling. It would
be still 3 to four hours before Mcnair came but the wait wouldn't kill the
bitch.

I called Alistair from my cell phone.

"Mcnair speaking."

"This is Karl Smith."

"Hey Buddy! Wanna come on the trip? We got two girls."

"No! But I want you to take someone else and sell her at the whore house."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah! Here's the full story...."
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Alistair Mcnair's thoughts:
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I was packing for the trip when Karl called.

"Of course! I'll take the bitch."

That was what I said. I had seen Callie about 3 months ago at Karl's office and
if I remembered correct she was a complete beauty.

I left for the trip at five so I left for the hut early. Bought some burgers
and a few cans of beer on my way. It was about one p.m. when I arrived at the
cabin. Karl had left the key under a nearby pot. I opened the door and entered
the cabin.

The bedroom door was open and there she was.

Ms. Callie Shaw was hanging by her hands. Her eyes opened wide when she saw me.
Surprise and shock. Guess Karl hadn't told her anything. I quickly untied her
and the said, "Let's eat first babe."

She followed me to the dining table. We ate the burgers and drank beer. Callie
was surely a tight bitch. I knew that the whorehouse would pay a lot for her.
After we finished eating I let her use the bathroom. She closed and locked the
door and I sat down on the bed, waiting for my friends.
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Callie's thoughts:
------------------ When I left the bathroom, another surprise was waiting for
me. The guy who had come along earlier was not alone. There were two girls and
two more guys.

The girls were kneeling naked on the floor in the same way as Karl had told me
to, erect from the knees, hand laced together behind the neck and eyes on the
floor. One of them was blond. The other had red hair. The guy who had come
first was sitting in a chair. Another guy was standing by the bed. His skin
indicated he was from Asia. India, most probably. He was staring at me. The
third guy was naked and was lying on the bed. His cock was hard and about 8
inches long.

"Thought Karl had told you something slut." This was the first guy. "Eyes on
the floor and do not stand in front of thy master."

I knelt on the floor.

"Good bitch. Tight one ain't she?" This was the voice of the naked man, most
probably.

"Yeah. What's her name again, Mcnair?" Indian accent.

"Callie." So the first guy was called Mcnair.

"Let's see what sort of a cock sucker you are, baby," the naked man, "come
along and give me a blowjob."

I crawled over to the bed, climbed up and started sucking on the cock.

"Trained is she?" The Indian man.

"Somewhat," Mcnair answered.

After I had given the naked man a blowjob, the Indian was ready. He had a
seven-inch dick, which was thicker than the dick of the naked man. After I had
given him a blowjob Mcnair ordered me over. He told me to undo his pants. I did
that revealing a dick that was larger than any I had ever seen.

My boyfriend had a 6-inch dick, Karl was about 10 inches and these two were 7
and 8 inches but this cock was bigger than any I had ever seen, including those
on XXX videos. It was easily 13 inches and thick as my wrist. He ordered me on
the bed in doggy position and then entered me from behind. It was as if I was
split into two. He rammed deeper and deeper into my ass and I stayed there
crying silently. From the corner of my eyes I could see the Indian fucking the
mouth of the blond. The red haired girl was dancing naked for the naked guy who
had another fresh hard-on.

After all three of them were done with us up and left the cabin to get ready
for the "trip" whatever it was.

At last I was free to talk to the girls.

I learned that Indian was called Rahul. Mcnair was the boss and the third guy
was called Joe.

The blond girl was named Betty. Mcnair had kidnapped her from a hotel yesterday
evening. She was on a vacation. The second girl was named Jennifer. She lived
somewhere in England. Kidnapped two days ago.

But the most horrible thing I learned was that all of us were leaving for a
camping trip, at the end of which all of us would be sold to some sort of a
whore house somewhere in the south.

I prayed silently to God.
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Mcnair's thoughts:
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This was my fifth trip to the auction house. They paid well for the girls. And
the fun was worth all the trouble. The actual location of this warehouse was on
the private property of a billionaire. It was vast and had a wall on its
boundaries and a gate. As earlier I planned to leave in my van. The trip would
take three days. We would drive for twenty-four hours to reach the property.
Then leaving the van at the gate we would walk to the auction house. That would
take two days. We would camp during the night. There always were a lot of
campers around. All of them went there to sell the bitches. The actual auction
took place once every three months. No bitches could be sold for fifteen days
around the date.

Anyway as I was saying we would take them to the house and sell them and
return. Big money and lots of fun.

So on Sunday we left in my van. It was about seven in the evening. The three
girls were tied in the back. Joe sat with them. I drove and Rahul sat up front
with me. Then we changed places and I went to sit with the girls while Rahul
drove. They were still naked. All three of them.

I occasionally pinched some nipples or slapped one or the other on the tits.
Places were traded once again. I sat up front. Joe drove. Rahul sat with the
bitches. It took us just above twenty-three hours to reach the gate of the
estate.

We were all tired so we parked, had some burgers and beers for dinner and then
entered the estate and set up camp at the first possible place we came to and
went to bed. The three of us had air mattresses while the three girls had
sleeping bags. We just tied their ankles together so that they couldn't run.
And there was no place for them to run to. The gatekeeper wouldn't let them out
and as I said all this estate was surrounded by walls. So we went to bed. Ready
to wake up tomorrow and begin the camping trip.
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Callie's thought's:
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We woke early next morning. Betty prepared breakfast. Jennifer helped Joe and
Rahul pack up the tent and everything. Mcnair in the meanwhile made me give him
a blowjob. I almost choked twice on the huge cock of his. He shot his load on
my face and tits and then made me kneel facing the path. In the dim morning
light I could see other campers. Half were like us. Packing or eating. Some
campers were still asleep. Some had started moving. I noticed that every camp
had naked girls. Slaves, no doubt, like us. Mcnair called me over for
breakfast. All of us ate from paper plates. But the "three bitches", as Joe
said, ate on all fours. Like bitches, I guess. Then we started our hike. Betty
and I were selected to carry the load. Joe attached a collar and a leash to
Jennifer.

Mcnair walked in front. A can of beer in one hand. A portable player in the
other hand, which was blasting away with Britney Spears. Then it was Jennifer,
crawling on all fours. Her leash in the hand of Joe, who was drinking beer
deeply from the can in his other hand. Following him was I, and behind me was
Betty. Both of us carrying tents, and some other luggage. Behind us was Rahul
who was not drinking beer but he had a stick in his hand with which he
frequently hit one of us on the butt.

I could see other campers. Guys drinking beer, listening to music, laughing and
witching girls. Who were all naked, well almost every girl was. Some wore a
collar and a leash. Others had clips attached to their nipples. Some wore only
bras or panties. One girl wore pants so tight that the lips of her pussy were
outlined in the cloth.

We walked for quite some time. I couldn't tell the time but the hot sun
indicated that it was about two in the afternoon when Mcnair decided to stop.

We didn't set up the tent. Mcnair made Betty give her a blowjob. Joe was
fucking Jennifer and Rahul made me dance naked. Other campers had also laid
down to rest so quite a number of guys gathered to watch as I danced. They
cheered and whistled while I rocked to the tunes coming from Mcnair's portable
player. Whips were in abundance around here and I knew what would happen if I
stopped. I felt so humiliated. After the dance Rahul made me give blowjobs. I
sucked so many cocks. I felt like a whore, a slut who was giving blowjobs to
guys she didn't even know the names of. They all shot their cum on my face and
tits. Some made me swallow it. A couple of guys pissed on me. I could see
Mcnair butt-fucking some girl I didn't know. Jennifer was nowhere to be seen.
Betty was dancing for Joe and about ten other guys. Finally it stopped. I was
covered in cum and mud from lying on the ground while the guys pissed on me. We
had some lunch. I don't know who prepared it. Then we continued our hike.

This time I was on all fours. Betty and Jennifer were carrying the luggage.

After another long walk we set camp for the night. Mcnair and Rahul set up the
tent while Joe took all three of us to a TOILET. There was a pretty long line
on the toilet. There were only five rooms. Two for slaves, three for the
masters. The showers were in the open. At least for the slaves. We stood in
line for some time during which all of us gave blowjobs. Finally we made it to
the rooms. After the exit from the rooms we went towards the showers. Mcnair
stood there. He took over Betty and me while Joe left with Jenny. It was a long
line to the showers. More blowjobs. Finally we made it to the shower. I didn't
know if water was enough to take all the cum, piss and mud off my body. But I
did feel better after a shower. We reached camp and the normal things
continued. That is I danced for about twenty men, gave about forty blowjobs,
was fucked again and again by so many guys that I can't even remember all the
faces. Then there was some whipping and guys pissed on us. So that when we went
to bed I was once again all covered in piss, cum and mud. My ass had whip
marks. My pussy was sore from being fucked so many times. My mouth still had
the taste of cum.

I felt so dirty and so tired when I went to bed. I knew that I was meant to
pleasure every one around me and my tiredness, discomfort and pain or
humiliation meant nothing to them. I was crying as I finally slept.

But we woke early next morning. I was clearly the dirtiest of the three girls
in our camp. The other two prepared some breakfast while Joe took me for a
shower. There was no one else there. So I enjoyed the shower. Then we headed
back to camp. Had breakfast and started moving. There only three or four
parties on the path but many were still asleep on the either side of the path.
I was on all fours following Mcnair who led me on a leash. I looked all around
as I crawled. Naked girls were all over.

One still had a guy's member inside her ass. They were both sleeping.

The girl with the tight pants I had seen earlier was naked now. And she was
tied on the ground in a spread-eagled position. Her tits had marks from
whipping and they were a mass of black and blue. All around me the girls were
tied up, bruised and covered with whip marks, cum, mud and piss.

We continued walking. Mcnair told Joe and Rahul that most campers took three
days for the trip but we would take two. I was glad for that. People were
moving about now. Some guys shouted remarks as we passed. Most were two busy
with their own slaves to notice and besides I was a common sight here.

We walked for a long time. Six or seven hours, I am guessing. Then we sat down
to rest. We had lunch and after a few quick blowjobs, we set out again. This
time I was carrying most of our equipment. We walked on and on till sunset.

We set up camp.

"Only two or three hours to walk now," Mcnair said "it means that tomorrow none
of these bitches will be with us this time tomorrow."

"So...let's have some games tonight," Joe suggested.

"After dinner," Rahul said.

So I started preparing dinner. Betty was being fucked by both Joe and Rahul.
One was using her ass, the other was using her mouth. Mcnair gave Jennifer to a
big beefy guy who had his camp next to us. In return he got his slave. Betty
was forgotten soon as the new girl danced and was fucked. Betty helped me with
dinner. And soon dinner was served. We were allowed an hour's rest before the
games began.

Mcnair, Joe and Rahul sat with two other guys. One was the big beefy guy. I
called him Mr. Big. One was a guy who had a very nasty grin. Mr. Smiley.

They had a slave they wanted to sell. She was an Indian girl named Radha.

Radha had beautiful black hair which reached down to her waist. She was a
virgin when she had been abducted, a week earlier. We all knew what happened
after that. Any way the guys planned the games while all four of us knelt and
looked at the passers. Some of them occasionally laughed at us. Some pinched
nipples or patted a butt as they passed.

Then the guys called us over.

Mcnair took a bag out of his pocket. It contained... coins? He spread the coins
around a clearing.

"Fifteen coins," he announced. "One of our dear girls is going to collect them.
I select Callie. Over here please."

The guys clapped as I crawled over to his side.

"So here are the rules. She is going to crawl around. Collect the coins, one at
a time and deposit them with me. Sam here will ensure maximum speed." Mcnair
smiled as Mr. Big came forward. He carried a wooden paddle.

"Move bitch." he grunted in a western accent.

I started crawling.

The guy made it clear that he planned on using the paddle freely. I hastily
collected a coin in my mouth and crawled over to Mcnair and put it in his hand.
Sam was built like a wrestler and he had that much power. By the time I had
collected six coins my ass hurt like hell. Many other guys had gathered around.

I crawled as fast as I could. Soon I had collected eight more coins. One was
missing. Sam's whipping was harder than ever, my humiliation was at great
heights and as I moved around guys yelled remarks. Thankfully I found the last
coin and deposited it with Mcnair.

I knelt there while Betty, Jennifer and Radha played the same game. About four
other girls had entered the game. They each had a turn.

After the game Mcnair announced a pretty redhead as the winner. I came second
with one minute's difference. And Radha was third.

It was some time before we went to bed. I was fucked so many times, gave
numerous blowjobs, and was tired when I went to bed. Tomorrow we would reach
the auction house and this trip would be over. Finally.
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Mcnair's thoughts:
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We woke early next morning and continued the hike after breakfast. We reached
the whorehouse soon. Since it was early morning there was almost no one. On my
last trip I had reached the place at noon. Big mistake. There had been a long
line there. Right now there were only three parties ahead of us. Four slaves.
These guys took a long time in inspection. So it was about two hours before our
turn came. I spent the hours fucking each of my three girls. Finally our turn
came. A guy sat in the office. He wrote the names of the three girls. Gave us a
number and directed us to a waiting room while two guys took the girls away. I
sat in the waiting room, witching reruns of "LA law" on T.V. Joe went to sleep
and Rahul started making plans for the money. The trip had been fun. For me at
least. This wait was boring, for all of us.
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Callie's thoughts:
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The two guys led us away from our party. They took us to private bathrooms.

"Take your time," one smiled. "And look your best on the exit."

I entered a bathroom. I knew the guy meant it. So I used the shampoo, perfumed
soap, deodorants and the make-up kit frankly.

When I came out there was a new guy there.

"Cool!" He smiled at me, and led me to another room. Here a guy sat. He
inspected me closely.

"Hmm... pretty one. A nice ass and wonderful tits."

Finally they led me back to the office. Betty and Jennifer were already there.
They paid Mcnair some money and he left with Joe and Rahul.

A new guy led me to a cell. It had four beds. There was no one else in there.

"Callie Shaw, you are now the property of this house. We will begin with your
training later. You can rest now." He pointed to a bed and left, locking the
door behind him. I laid down to rest. The camping trip was over but my torments
were not. The training was going to begin soon.

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The end of chap#3
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