DirtyMeStoryTime Rants/Camping trip/Unwilling boinks

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Current revision as of 07:09, 14 July 2017

Note: This will be different than the willing boinks path. It isn't aimed at being consistent, so don't expect it to match up. This will be a different tone.

Richard waved me over to the side of the hall. "Hey Loli, me and a few friends were going to go camping for summer break."

"The whole summer break?" I asked.

He nodded at the same time as he said, "Yes."

"Oh, well, let me check to see if it is okay with my parents."

I called my dad real quick, confirming it was okay. Since he was always busy, it was not like we had anything planned, so I didn't think they would mind, but I wanted to confirm. I hung up and smiled at Richard.

"Sure, it sounds like fun! I haven't been camping since I was a little girl. Do I need to bring anything?"

"Just bring yourself," he told me.

I got home, packed up some clothes, making sure to also pack some shorts since skirts and dresses would not be very good for hiking and other stuff, and other necessities, slipped into a light summer dress, a floppy sun hat, some sneakers for walking, and then headed out.

I arrived at Richard's house.

"Hello," Richard said, greeting me. "Let me introduce you to everyone."

He introduced me to the other guys, and introduced them to me.

I looked at them, wondering if I should be going on a camping trip with five guys and no other girls. My mom always told me that you had to be careful, that guys only had one thing on their mind. I wasn't sure what she meant though.

I hopped in the front of the truck with Richard while the guys hopped in the back of the truck. We drove, the houses and offices, shops and other businesses thinning out the closer we got to the edge of the city, until finally, there was nothing but road and wild. We passed fields and streams, rolled down the window, letting in the fresh mountain air, rather than the polluted, smoggy air.

Soon I found myself drifting off to sleep, and when I woke, the sun had already set.

The stars were starting to come out. I looked up at them. In the city, we never really get to see many stars, with the city lights washing them out, and the city smog making them hard to see anyways. But here, in the mountains, there was not all that smog. There was not all those lights. The sky seemed to be filling up with stars.

We stopped, and I sat up, looking around. We were in a small town. Well, if you could call it a town. There were three buildings, one of them a restaurant, a motel, which we had stopped at, and that was about it.

"What are we doing?"

Richard, already out of the pickup, leaned over the edge. "You didn't think we would make it all the way out tonight, did you?" He asked. "We will arrive at the camping area tomorrow. So, today, enjoy your last day of 'civilization'." He told me.

He went into the motel office, renting us a room.

We all went up, and noted quickly that it was a single room with two beds.

The guys started immediately complaining about the five of them trying to sleep in the same bed.

One finally gave up, claiming the reclining chair near the TV, but the others continued arguing.

Another finally grabbed some blankets and a pillow and found a spot on the floor. That left three arguing.

I finally got annoyed. “Well, I am sleeping in this bed,” I told them.

I gave up, letting them argue it out, as I grabbed my change of clothes, my restroom bag, and headed into the bathroom. I would figure out where I was going to sleep later. Maybe they would have stopped by the time I finished.

I brushed my teeth, noticing the door cracked on the bathroom. I grumbled to myself, went over with my toothbrush still in my mouth, and closed it, making sure it latched this time.

I went back, finished brushing, then started the shower.

As I hopped in, I heard the door open and one of the guys announce, "Sorry Loli, I really need to use the restroom. Do you mind?" He couldn't see me through the wall between the toilet and the shower, so I shouted back it was okay. I didn't even notice that he was watching me through the mirror.

I heard the door open a few times, unsure what was going on, but since no one bothered me, I didn't worry about it too much.

I stepped out of the shower, walking over to the toilet. Inside the toilet, the water was all cloudy, whiteish, with little blobs of some off white stuff inside of it. I shook my head, wondering why the guy, or guys, didn't flush the toilet, and wondered why it was that color, rather than yellow.

I flushed the toilet, put the seat down, and sat down, drying my hair with the towel, using the motel provided hair drier after. Once my hair was dry, I slipped on my change of clothes. I slipped on my panties, a flared skater dress, and some knee high boots.

When I stepped out, a couple of the guys told me how great I looked, I blushed slightly from the compliment and thanked them, and we headed across the street to the restaurant.

When we got inside, it was fairly empty. Only one table had other people, and they looked like some sort of woodsmen. I imagined them with giant axes, swinging at trees, and laughed.

The food was a bit different than what I was used to, and after we finished eating, enjoying our full tummies, I was invited to play pool.

They helped me learn how to play, how to stroke the end of the stick with the chalk, how to run it through my encircled fingers, stroking it up and down. As I leaned over to try to shoot, one or another would press himself against my back, helping guide my hands properly. After a while, I was sure I had it, but they kept doing that. It got a little annoying, but I tried to smile and endure. I didn't want to hurt their feelings. It was fun, with one leg sitting on the table, the other leg on the ground. I did get a little embarrassed as the woodsmen could see my panties, my dress pulled up and my legs spread wide like that. It is never good to let strangers see your panties, my mom always told me.

After a few games, we all headed back to the motel, since we had to get an early start to make sure we made it to camp before dark.

I slipped off my shoes, slipped into bed, and got undressed under the covers. My family may have seen me with no clothes on, but my mom always told me that I should not let others see me with no clothes on. But, there was no way I was going to try to sleep with clothes on. When I try to sleep with something on, it always gets all twisted and uncomfortable.

I could see the guys watching me.

"Oh, I wanted to let you guys know. I am a deep sleeper, so...if there is any emergency or anything," I told them, "Please just splash water on my face. Or just carry me out if you need to. I am hard to wake up..." Of course, given I had slept in the back of the moving pickup, they might have already guessed that. I laughed, remembering one time when we visited California. An earthquake had hit, and buildings had collapsed, it had been so bad. I slept right through it.

"Really," one asked.

"Yes. One time, our house caught on fire. My dad could not wake me, so he just carried me out. I woke up a few hours later, as they were getting settled into a hotel."

They all gave really big grins and promised they would if there was some emergency.

That night, I dreamt of a fur hat, and strange bananas that forced me to eat them, their words garbled as they laughed and cheered, each bite bringing another cheer. Each cheer erupting banana juice in my mouth.

I dreamt of strange plants, smelling me, touching me, running up and down me. Checking every part of me.

I dreamt of swimming, through a lake of strange, sticky water. The harder I tried to swim, the farther away the shore got and the thicker the water got. I struggled, but my movement was limited more and more, until I was not able to move at all.

I tasted the water as it ran down my throat. I felt the water, as it pushed itself into my flower. I could feel it filling me up, both on top and bottom, as I struggled in confusion against it. I could feel it covering my skin, sticking to it, coating me.

A few other strange dreams creeped in, but were forgotten even sooner than these before.

I woke up, strange dreams already fading from my mind.

I noticed an ache between my legs, a bit of stickiness. I also the strange salty, slightly bitter taste again in my mouth. I shrugged, not sure what it was. My skin pulled a bit at me, a little sticky in spots. Like glue on it or something. Again, something strange. I saw Richard get up. "Did anything happen last night?" I asked him.

For some reason, he gave me a wary look. "No, nothing. I slept all night." he said.

"Okay," I told him. It was still strange, as I normally didn't wake up sticky, a bit sore, and with a strange taste in my mouth, but I thought nothing else of it and let it go. There was more important things to do.

I let the guys use the restroom, then I slipped in, letting the shower warm up as I brushed my teeth. Richard called through the bathroom door.

"Loli, we are heading across the street to grab breakfast. Meet us there after you finish."

As I brushed my teeth I suddenly felt something behind me. Someone pressed up against the back of me, poking me with something, and hands went around my breasts. I screamed, not sure what was happening, and heard a "Shhh". I struggled, turning around, and there was one of Richard's friends.

"What are you doing in here!" I shouted at him, no longer scared, but getting angry. "I am using the bathroom. You need to get out." I wanted to die, a guy here, seeing me with no clothes on.

"No, I don't think so," came the reply. Suddenly, I noticed that he didn't have any clothes on either. "I think I need...something else," he said, the look in his eye sending a shiver up my spine.

With that, he grabbed my hair, turned me around again, and shoved me against the bathroom counter. My mind was in shock, not knowing what was going on, only that this didn't feel right.

He held me down, pinned to the counter, with one hand on my head, fingers gripping my hair tight. I tried to struggle, but he was strong. I could barely move. I suddenly heard a "ptooie", saw him spitting in his hand. I crinkled my face in disgust. That was not gentleman like. Not in front of a lady.

His hand moved out of view, and I could hear a slight wet sound. Then, he brought it back up, spit into it again.

It disappeared from view, and my eyes went wide as I suddenly knew what he was doing with it. He was running it along my flower. I could feel the wet, ichy stuff, his rough hands, rubbing his spit onto and into my flower.

"Stop that!" I shouted at him. He shouldn't be touching me there. Mommy said not to let a boy touch you there. "That's gross," I said, trying again.

He ignored me, and after one shake of his head, his hand left, to be replaced by something else. Some pressure. It took me a moment, my mind struggling with what was happening, to realize it was his wee wee. It had been all stiff and angry, and now it was shoving against my flower. It didn't take long for it to push inside. He grunted, and I felt myself scream again. It hurt. He started moving himself, and I could feel it sliding in and out of my flower. I saw myself in the mirror, his hand wrapped in my hair, my breasts bouncing slightly, a look of excitement on his face as his wee wee continued pushing in and out. Soon, the pain disappeared, and it felt sort of good, but it didn't matter. I couldn't believe he was doing something like this. Sitting here, pushing his wee wee in my flower. It wasn't right. And I was helpless to do anything.

I found tears on my cheek. He wasn't hurting me anymore, but this still felt wrong. It felt good, physically, but bad emotionally. I found myself gritting my teeth through the tears, breath heavy, even though I was barely doing anything but standing there, while he grunted each time he pushed in. I could hear wet, squishy sounds, and saw myself go red, the sounds both disgusting and shameful. I heard our skin slapping together, as he pushed in and out faster and faster. Soon, his body was pushing against me with such force that the front of my hips slammed into the counter over and over. I wanted him to get off me, to get out, to leave me alone. I was scared, and didn't know what was happening. Soon he shoved into me, harder than before, and stayed there. I could feel...something, down there, between my legs.

He let go, the backed off. I stayed there, laying against the cool counter, my body hot for some reason, only moving enough to look at him as he left.

He winked, then blew me a kiss before opening the door and walking out.

I didn't bother moving for a while, not even to close the door. I found myself in a daze, eventually registering the shower running still. My mind on auto, I walked in, started taking my shower. The almost white fluid that dripped out of my flower looked familiar. It came from him. I suddenly felt like I needed to wash bad, like I needed to wash all the stuff out.

By the time they came back, asking me why I hadn't gone over, I had already finished my shower and gotten dressed. I had stopped crying, although the guys probably knew I was by how red and puffy my eyes were, and how thick my voice was. The runny nose probably didn't help either.

Richard came up to me. "You okay Loli? You look like you have been crying."

I saw the guy standing there, watching us, smirking at me. I wasn't sure what happened, so wasn't sure what to say. I wanted to tell Richard that the guy did something, hurt me, made me feel bad, dirty, but the words wouldn't come. I felt ashamed, and dirty, and like I had done something wrong.

I shook my head no. "I am fine," I said. He didn't press it. Soon, we were in the pickup on the way up. My skin crawled as the guy who came in the bathroom watched me, made jokes with his friends. It felt like they were talking about me, laughing at me.

I watched the countryside, and tried to recapture some of the good feeling I had when we first started out.

(More to go)

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Once at the camp, they will catch peeks at her, will try to get her to have sex with them, but she will refuse. Add some creepy overtones her catching the guys watching her while she changes, while she tries to go to the bathroom. Finally, they will just rape her. Next rape will come from her feeling freaked out. She will talk to Richard about it, how they are making her feel creeped out and ashamed. She will tell him about being raped in the hotel, although she won't use the word rape since she doesn't understand what it was that happened, just how it made her feel.

Richard will rape her forcefully there. Not gently, but painfully. He will talk about her stupidity, about her sitting there, teasing guys at school with her skimpy outfits. He will belittle her, and how she looks like a child, but her pretty face and nice pussy is more than enough. He will tease her about her breasts as he grabs them, pulls on them, hurts them, about the size of them. Once she drags herself back to camp, the other guys will rape her, to her rising horror.

She will be bound, and used extensively. Finally, she will be freed, but she will not run away, since they are in the middle of no where. One of the guys, when they make a run to town, will come across another camp.

Think the guys will camp somewhere that has other campers close enough to get to, but far enough that they will not hear Loli screaming. Loli's "friends" will invite some of them over to fuck her.