Escape From Camp Conversion - Chapter 2

The door opens and Lily is shoved inside. She stands blinking, small and shaken in her gray jumpsuit, while the other girls watch from their bunks. Jenna crosses the room without hesitation. Lily’s parents sent her to a therapist named Christie who was supposed to help her with “her problem.” Lily trusted her, so when Christie leaned in and kissed her, she went along. Christie’s tongue slid between her teeth, gentle at first, then demanding. She stripped Lily slowly, hands lingering on bare skin, then knelt and pressed soft lips against Lily’s wet cunt until Lily shook and cried out. The second Lily finished coming, the door opened and guards in white shirts dragged her away. Christie did nothing, just looked at her with cold, satisfied eyes. Lucy speaks next. Every morning the girls line up and watch a screen that shows two girls with shaved pussies grinding on a knot, voice-over warning them that even their own touch is dangerous. In afternoon sessions the counselors spread Samantha’s legs and force them to lick between them until her body jerks and sprays. They hold the girls there, mouths full of her slick, until the feeling turns from pleasure to punishment. Lily listens, then reaches under her collar. She pulls out a slim phone she took from her father’s nightstand and kept hidden all the way through intake. Jenna’s eyes brighten. One loud, messy distraction and she could slip outside, beg someone, anyone, to come. Before they can plan further, the intercom clicks on. Marcy’s voice fills the room: line up outside for satiation. Jenna slides the phone beneath her mattress and they march out, the door closing on the still-warm rectangle hidden just out of sight.