Stories of Sex

Post Camping Sex

As a scout leader, we do a lot of activities with them, one of the things being camping. We were camping for the weekend, doing lots of activities. We took them out on the lake to do some water sports, we had them orienteering, fire starting etc. It came to the night before we were leaving, and we had one last thing to do with them: knot tying. The lesson wen well and the other leader, Callum, was good at the activity, whereas I wasn't. The night got in and we were all around the campfire. My phone started ringing and I saw it was my boyfriend calling.

"Goodnight everyone. I will see you all the in the morning for packing up the equipment. Callum, make sure to put the fire out tonight."

They all chorused goodnight and I answered the call.

"What time am I coming to get you tomorrow?" he asked.

"Well, we are up about 7 with them to get packed. So, I would say come at 10?" I wasn't too sure of this.

Every camp was different packing times and with parents coming to collect them the times could be unpredictable. But 10 sounded alright.

"I can't wait to see you. I know it's only been a weekend, but I have missed you so much I can't begin to put it into words." he said.

We continued talking for a while and I heard everyone going to their tents to bed. We hung up the call and I got myself settled for the night. It was too warm to sleep in long-sleeved clothes, so I slept in a vest top and shorts in a sleeping bag. I tried to get comfortable but there is something in my head keeping me from being able to sleep. If sleep isn't coming then the next best thing to do was chill. I got myself into a relaxed state, knowing it would replenish my energy. There was a rustling about outside, but I passed it off as the wind. My thoughts were swarming in my head loudly, so loud that I didn't hear the zips of the tents that housed the boys or the zip to my tent. My tent was a two "bedroom". There was the main part where my luggage lived where the main door was located also. One side housed the first aid and other supplies in case of an emergency and the other side was where I slept. I felt something pounce on me and I could see the boys all standing looking at me, holding lengths of rope and one of them on top of me, now straddling my hips, preventing me from moving. Before I could say anything or scream for help, the boy on top of me wedged three rags into my mouth and then proceeded to wrap tape over my mouth and around my head several times. I was pulled out of my sleeping bag and into the. luggage room. Being in the luggage room, the light from the moon outside provided me with the opportunity to see which boys were here. I could see that it was the 5 senior scouts. They were strong and managed to hold me down. I felt hands grabbing at my arms and legs. Rope was wrapped around my ankles, above and below my knees, my wrists and above and below my elbows. They finished me into a hogtie and stood back. I struggled against the ropes and panicked. I wasn't able to get out. I also didn't want to struggle in front of them to give them the satisfaction of seeing me look even more vulnerable than I already did. What were they going to do to me? A phone rang and one of the boys answered it.

"It's done." is all the boy said.

They all filed out except for one of them. The older boy, Caleb, who is also Callum's son. He lifted a blanket and wrapped me in it, blindfolded me with something and I heard him leaving, zipping the tent behind him. I struggled and struggled but it. was no use. They had tied the knots too well. I was stuck there until Callum found me in the morning. It was a long night but eventually I started to hear the bustle of the boys and Callum.

"Angela isn't up yet? She is always up early. I'll go get her." Callum stated confused.

Finally, I am going to be rescued.

"Dad, wait." Caleb shouted.

There was a whispering sound that travelled to my ears, but I couldn't hear what was said. Callum in the end didn't come to help me, obviously Caleb had managed to talk him. out of it. I struggled as much as I could, but it was useless. Callum definitely taught them knot tying well. Cars started pulling up and it was parents for the boys. I tried calling through the gag, but it was too good at muffling the sounds of my voice. There were still a few boys to be collected and then I heard the sweet voice of my boyfriend.