"This blows..." Mary blows a tuft of hair out of her eyes and pouts in the privacy of her cramped, one person tent. In all honesty, she questions whether this thin coffin is large enough for a single child even, it seeming to trigger her previously non-existent claustrophobia.

This is the girl's cruel fate for being the last on the bus, in a group of one too many. While the rest of her group enjoys a shared tent and warm sleeping bags to rest comfortably through the night, Mary has the privilege of a half deflated airbed in a segregated tent next door. This is why she hates group trips, having avoided them throughout her school life only to be roped into one with work.

"Knock knock!" A shadow casts over the polyester prison and Mary recognises the voice of her co-worker Sophia, the enthusiasm in the other's voice only serving to further push that dagger of envy and regret into her awkwardly folded self. "Anyone home? Maaary?"

"I'm uh, reading, what is it?" Mary lies, not wanting to tell her that all she has done so far is mope."

Instead of a response, she hears the door of the tent being unzipped and quickly reaches for her unopened book to keep her story straight. A head pokes inside, the made up, pretty face of her lightly buzzed co-worker. Calling her a friend seems somewhat of a stretch given Mary's inherent lack of social aptitude and the briefness of her time in this particular workplace. Sophia, to her credit, seems to put in enough effort for the two of them to birth some semblance of a friendship.

"It's a bit late for books mate, drop that shit and come on out! S'bullshit that you got stuffed in here. You can sleep in my compartment, it's big n cosy enough to share."

"Oh, uh, really?" Mary feels a little happy, knowing that at least one person at work seems to give a shit about making her feel part of the team.

"Less talk more moving!" Sophia pushes herself inside of the tent and just as swiftly yanks the shy girl back outside. Mary is led, semi-willingly, to the larger shared tent and find that the festivities have significantly died down with only the sounds of snoring and quiet conversation preventing the rustling of the trees from taking over.

It smells like booze and body odour, she thinks to herself privately with distaste, having been a paragon of innocence and an abuser of air freshener in her own tiny abode. Sophia seems to fit right in, herself, not paying attention to Mary's lower levels of enthusiasm. Like a predator dragging their prey to the killing floor, she is pulled into Sophia's compartment and politely leaves her flats by the door before it is zipped back up.

Taking a look around the room, it is lit by an electronic camping lantern hooked to the ceiling, creating more of a dim orange glow than a steady source of illumination.

"Ah..." Mary goes to speak, but stops herself as though to assess her own assertion.

"What's up? No drink left if you were hoping for some hehe." Sophia stretches in the empty space and fans herself with an open palm.

"There's only one sleeping bag..." Mary mutters awkwardly, not confident enough to speak more plainly with the girl she still barely knows.

Sophia looks down at the floor of her compartment, scanning it with her hazel eyes for a few seconds before they move up to meet Mary's with a devious smirk on her painted lips. "Well yeah, is that a problem? I jus' thought we could share y'know, better than sleeping alone~"

Mary stares dumbly at her co-worker, not sure how to respond to such a thing.

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"Nah I'm fucking with you Mary, looks like somebody nicked my spare when I went to fetch ya. Be right back I'll go get it back no matter how many people I end up waking haha, sit tight okay, I've got a hidden stash of sweets if you can find it you can help yourself!"

Sophia ducks out of the room and zips it back up. Mary smiles a little, feeling like her prisoner with the way Sophia sealed her back inside. Still, being Sophia's hostage in this large compartment with nice, roomy sleeping bags sure does beat her original sleeping arrangements.

Seating herself down next to the sleeping bag, Mary jokes to herself that she could fit more inside of it than she could in her one person tent. The shared tent has quieted down even more than when she initially entered, nothing louder than a whisper now audible from her position. The girl taps her feet, just waiting for Sophia to return.

Seconds turn to minutes and Mary's mind flicks back to the mention of sweets. In truth, the reward is less important to he than the treasure hunt that finding them presents. She needs something to pass the time, so why not frisk this mostly empty space for these supposed secret sweets?

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None of the side flaps contain anything edible, nor do her bags. Oh, well there is one bag she has yet to check. Mary straightens out the bunched up sleeping bag and pats it down, feeling a lump at the bottom that surely has to be the elusive sugary treasure for which she seeks.

After checking the side, she finds that this sleeping bag does not contain a zipper on the side to open it up, so too lazy to turn it inside out only to pull it back, the girl climbs inside with an air of determined stupidity.

Crawling to the bottom of the stuffy bag, Mary places her hands around the drawstring bag sitting right at the end and begins to pry it open with her fingers. Inside, it is too dark to see anything so she simply reaches her hand inside to feel her way through this. In hindsight, this was a naïve approach. Mary's hand wrap around something far larger than what you would expect of candy, there are only three of them in the entire bag and each are about the shape and size of... oh. OH!

The girl's curled fingers quickly release the soft phallic toy and she ritualistically wipes them against her pyjama bottoms, just in case. Having realised that she discovered something decisively not sweet and instead rather salty, Mary pulls tight the drawstrings and drops the bag.

The sound of the compartment door unzipping tears through that of Mary's own shallow breaths and she jolts up to scurry out of the sleeping bag. In her haste, Mary botches her own efforts and ends up moving the bag backwards with her rather than actually making any progress towards the mouth.

She is too late, the shuffling of feet crosses the threshold of the compartment entrance and a body falls backwards onto the sleeping bag she is holed up in.

Then a second body collapses onto that one. It takes the girl far too long to string her thoughts together and realise what that could mean, so in an act of questionable generosity, cruel lady fate spells it out for her.

The two bodies begin to kiss, loudly and obnoxiously, right above poor Mary.

Compared to this, her cramped little private tent is like a penthouse suite.

Mary squirms in the bag and finds that not only is the space significantly reduced, but it seems to have become five times warmer. Between the lengthy snogs of the two unwelcome presences atop her panicking self, Mary recognises and identifies the girl's giggles as none other than Sophia's. The fact that Sophia knows she is there and seems to be ignoring it in lieu of some sort of hook-up, is incredibly humiliating... Is she just an airhead, or is this something more twisted?

As if by design, Sophia lays between May and the newcomer, meaning that they could very well be completely unaware of your presence. Mary opens her mouth to call out awkwardly, but no noise comes out... she realises how embarrassing it could end up being to be caught like this, especially if Sophia plays dumb and acts like she entered uninvited or something...

Frozen in indecisiveness, Mary lays still, breathing heavily from the stuffy self contained atmosphere of the well insulated silk covering. Up on the surface, Sophia continues to make out with her 'friend' with one leg either side of her pinning down the bag.

Mary realises, a little late, that the heat in her face is from more than just the insulation. She is blushing hard and her heart is beating at a breakneck pace.

This feels so wrong, thinks Mary, why is Sophia letting this happen?

Why is Mary letting this happen?

Before long she hears the sound of clothes being pulled off, a belt buckle being hastily unfastened and thrown across the compartment. "You're a freak, Soph." She hears the guy joke, the voice belonging to one of her male co-workers.

"Oh you have no idea!" Sophia laughs and kisses him in an almost comically audible way.

The two bodies pause for a moment and some of the weight is even lifted from Mary, leaving her to wonder in confused anticipation what is happening.

Without warning, the weight pushes down against her lap and lifts back up with a wet slap, this happening two more times until her buffering mind can reach the obvious conclusion. Mary bites her lip to steady the shaky breathing and curse the unbearable heat, Sophia's ass being pounded into her crotch through the thick sleeping bag.

After a couple of minutes staying still and just 'hanging in there', Mary tries to convince herself that the heat between her legs is there from stimulation alone, nothing more. In a rhythm she seems to have subconsciously memorised, Sophia is pushed down against her, rises back up and is pushed back down, all accompanied by the same slapping noise and restrained moans. At least the two are trying to be considerate to the other campers by moaning under their breath, but such courtesy does not extend to additional guests it would seem.

Another hazy period of time elapses and Mary begins to pant, laying on her back and gripping the bottom of the sleeping bag tightly with her fingers, the only remotely cool part of her overheating body being her feet near the mouth of the bag. The panting gets louder, but she can hardly do anything to quiet herself down, powerless to even control herself in this compromised position and unlikely situation. Suddenly, something presses against her face from the other side of the bag and muffles her whines at the cost of smothering her in more heat. It must be Sophia's foot, though Mary supposes she could be doing it unintentionally... maybe...

The stimulation to Mary's crotch is getting to be too much and against her better judgement she begins to shamefully rub against the pressure in rhythm with the fucking on the other side.

By the time the guy on top of Sophia begins to blow his load with a flurry of gasps and groans, Mary feels so light headed and rocks her hips in autopilot. Diluted heavily by the layers of sleeping bag, the stimulation is just not enough to do anything but tease her mercilessly and drive her further into denial over how much she wants to feel more.

The two finally roll off and leave Mary panting, the air thin and the heat palpable. The girl's pyjama top and bottoms stick to her uncomfortably and they in turn seem to have almost fused with the silk inner lining. Mary's anger over being turned into some... pseudo-cuck by Sophia has dissipated due to a single minded desperation for some release. She feels like she deserves a reward for putting up with that so patiently, but thinking like that makes her seem like some sort of weird pet Sophia hides away and treats for not disturbing her guests. The dynamic shift from earlier in the evening to now is unreal, maybe she fell asleep on that shitty airbed and entered a depraved dream?

Mary's confused inner ramblings come to a halt as she hears the sound of movement. Sophia moves to the mouth of the sleeping bag and... slides inside.

Feeling like her heart just stopped, Mary tries to make herself as small as possible at the bottom of the bag as though there is a chance Sophia could have actually forgotten about her... forget airhead, that would take somebody who had actually been lobotomised.

Sophia's legs slide down Mary's side, seemingly intentionally, moving over the other's heated skin as it rides up her top, then resting down at the bottom by her hot face. Mary notices that her legs are bare and as she teasingly presses into Mary while getting comfortable, it becomes apparent that she is in fact fully nude.

The poor girl's brain feels like mush right about now, this cannot be happening. Real life is not this bizarre... not this... w-weird.

Mary is aroused, incredibly so.

"Mmmhh Maaary, Maaary~" Sophia calls the name in a sing-song, as she ruffles Mary's hair in her toes. "Loooks like Alex took the sleeping bag I was gonna give you, I tired him out!"

Mary opens your mouth to attempt speech but Sophia's big toe slips inside like a pacifier, shutting her up.

"Gonna hafta share after all." She giggles, a hand running down the girl's leg. "You seem awful hot, want me to get your jammies off?" A finger hooks around Mary's waistband.

No need to think about the answer, she would have taken them off herself if she could... Mary nods into her.

Sophia slides off the pyjama bottoms and uses her other foot to push the top up until it rests over Mary's bare chest, which she then begins to massage in a clockwise motion.

Her hair messily falls over her face as Mary turns her head and sucks on Sophia's toe with an eagerness that surprises even herself. This is weird, right? So why is she so horny?

Eventually, the toe is pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop and a small line of drool is pulled from her mouth until collapsing against her chin. She jerks forwards impulsively, but the foot against her chest stops her. "Ah ah Mary, no need to rush, you've got a long time until morning~"

The night goes on. Mary nuzzles up to Sophia's perfect legs in the dark, stuffy bag and eventually Sophia traces her long nail up Mary's thigh until it reaches her soaking entrance. "Are you a good girl, Mary?"

"...y-...yhes..." She whispers back, embarrassed but taking strange pleasure from answering such a question.

Sophia's long finger pushes inside of her and twists, causing Mary's body to jerk, playing to her tune.

Sophia giggles, squeezing Mary's cheeks with her feet teasingly. "So much for the virgin Mary! I'll be thorough, okay, you're not my first inexperienced new hire. We had our doubts at first whether you'd fit in with... this side of the company, our little trips, though it wasn't my idea to separate you until we could know for sure hehe. It's okay though, you'll fit in perfectly Mary, cause you know your place so well~ Plus, I knew you weren't such a square deep down, got a nose for these things hehe."

Her words go straight through Mary, the new hire's brain too busy with experiencing her first fingering after many nights of private fantasies. In her fantasies it was a handsome guy, one as intellectual and interesting as herself rather than some stupid jock... but now even that seems wrong. Sophia's confidence, femininity, charisma... she has a hard time denying how good it felt to tell her she was a good girl. A good girl for her. Sophia's good girl.

Mary melt against her co-worker and brings her tongue out hesitantly to taste Sophia's warm skin.

As Sophia works an additional finger inside of Mary's begging slit, the good girl gets to worshipping her co-worker at the bottom of the sleeping bag, unable to stop herself even if she wanted to in this lusty haze.

"Cum for me and get some sleep, pet, you'll be one of us in the main tent from now on~"

"Oh, you're up!" Sweet Sophia removes herself from the bag and stands up in the tent compartment now much brighter from the daylight than it had been last night. "Come out of there when you're ready Mary, bring my bag too would you hon? You get up too, lazy arse!" She hears Sophia gently kick the guy who took the spare sleeping bag. "Don't leave your condom lying around too, you slob, it might make Mary a bit uncomfortable given that she really doesn't like guys."

Mary gives a confused glance up at the mouth of the bag. What? But... she's into guys...

She wakes herself up a little more and slides out of the sleeping bag with Sophia's drawstring bag, not really thinking about what is inside the bag due to being half awake. She looks up sleepily at the other two co-workers, forgetting that her only item of clothing is a pyjama top bunched up above her breasts.

She looks like a mess, but the guy seems to get hard at the sight of Mary, making Sophia reprimand him.

"See? This is what I mean, Alex, you're a bad boy!"

"Y-yes Miss Sophia." He mutters weakly, his erection seemingly only to grow.

Miss Sophia? ...but she's the same level of employee as Mary...

"I'll deal with you in a moment, but first..." Sophia turns to face Mary with a smile. "Wakey wakey, rise and shine Mary!" She snaps her fingers in front of her face as she takes the bag off of Mary firmly. "Now open wide, say ahhh."

She does as she's told without really thinking, mind still replaying the events of last night and trying to explain them. "Ahhh."

Sophia slides one of the dildos into Mary's mouth from the drawstring bag, the soft toy filling her mouth and her co-worker holding it there firmly while she tightens her lips around it.

"Mmphh!" Mary wakes up more at this and shoots her eyes up to question Sophia with a startled gaze, only to be pacified once again by the other's knowing, smug grin. She knows Mary likes this, before even Mary does...

"You're still a good girl for me right? Or is it just a one time gig?"

Mary pauses for a moment, letting the dildo sit on her tongue.

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Mary nods.

"It is a one time gig?"

Panicked, mistaking her cruel teasing for an actual misunderstanding, she quickly shakes her head as much as she can with the toy held firm.

"So, you're my good girl then, right Mary?"

She already said yes last night, so it is hardly much of a surrender to agree again now... right? She nods again.

"Of course you are." Sophia giggles, gently sliding the dildo back and forth across Mary's tongue. She then releases the toy, but Mary dutifully keeps it in place herself, knowing that her dominating co-worker wants her to do so.

Sophia then takes the second toy and presses it against Mary's entrance, teasing her with it for a moment before gently pushing it inside where her fingers had slowly worked the girl up into a blissful orgasm the night before.

The next one Mary anticipates with some fear, knowing that the third toy must be for her ass. Sophia caresses her cheek and fucks her mouth slowly with the dildo filling it as she tries to give a few words of comfort. "I can see you're a little nervous, but don't worry, you'll like it. Do you trust me?"

Mary nods as the dildo is methodically pushed into her accepting mouth, feeling Sophia disassembling her piece by piece with every word and action.

"Good girl, Mary~"

Sophia moves around her new plaything and snaps her fingers again. "Would you lift up for me hon?"

Mary obeys, still feeling butterflies in her stomach. The head of the dildo is pressed against her asshole and with a mother's love Sophia eases it inside of her as gently as one possibly could. She may have the toy in her mouth to muffle the noise she makes, but even so she knows that everybody in the shared tent can hear her.

All of her holes are filled, or at least the best ones. All for Sophia.

Sophia fishes out her digital camera from one of the side flaps and instructs Mary to stay still with a snap of her fingers. The sight of the camera reignites some of the worry within Mary, but she trusts Sophia, she told her she would...

With a flash, Sophia captures the image of Mary filled for her. She then smiles sweetly. "You're one of us now, Mary! All employees have a pic like this don't worry, even me, actually mine is on display cause I got employee of the month for the best conversion and training record. On a bit of a streak, aren't I Alex?"

Alex, who has been pleasuring himself quietly for the past few minutes, perks up at the sound of his name. "O-oh, yes miss."

"You see Mary, you don't have to be submissive or anything to be in our circle, you don't have to be in our circle at all! Everyone has their own thing, y'know, Alex wants to be a meek little slave most of the time but likes to take some control during sex, we all have our little kinks and differences. You, well, you want something pretty similar. You want to worship girls like me, please them, be used by them. All I need to pinpoint now, is how much you want to feel loved in return, or how much you want to be treated like one of these." She grabs the dildo between Mary's legs and pushes it deeper, causing the girl's knees to shake. Mary closes her eyes tightly and contorts her face in pleasure.

"I think I have my answer~"

Mary wakes up bright and early in the morning, having to get up earlier than usual today due to it being time to go home. She cannot help but feel a little sad, the week having flown by far too quickly for her liking.

Before she can do anything Mary has to wake up Mistress Sophia, after all with this collar and chain on she can hardly get ready without her. Kissing up her mistress's thigh and gently lapping at her perfect pussy until she feels the girl stir and a firm hand placing itself onto her well behaved head.

"Hmm~ Is it that time already, pet?" Sophia stretches and clamps her pillowy thighs against Mary's head. "Well, seeing as we have a day of tent dismantling and walking ahead of us, we should probably make sure I'm not distracted by any pent up lust from your little performance last night~ Consider it breakfast if ya like." She giggles.

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"Phew, hard work has never been my thing, but I don't wanna get fired this job has too many perks!" The cool outdoor breeze blows through them as Sophia pulls the leather around Mary's neck to illustrate her point, making her pet blush and some of her other co-workers wolf-whistle.

"So, another training camp has come to an end, with two part-timers and a full joining out team proper. Can't wait for the tireless innuendo at work again guys, always real funny stuff." Sophia jokes as she waves goodbye to her workmates, everybody heading to their cars.

Mary stays beside Sophia. "You wanna ride home? Notice you don't have a car here, getting a ride or do you Uber or something?"

Normal conversation with the woman who she has called mistress for the past week is surreal, but she is also Mary's co-worker and friend. "Uhm, I actually live pretty close to here, so I can walk."

"Uh-huh, well, see you at work pet~"

"W-wait, before you go, I was wondering..."

"Go on." She smiles, placing her hands on the other's shoulders and towering above her.

"Well, I, you helped me realise that I want... that I want to worship d-dominant Women and be uh, used by them..."

Her grin turns predatory and she nods in satisfaction. "You're very welcome for that, Mary, and?"

"...a-and uhm, well, you said everybody has their thing like that. I was just wondering, what was-...is yours?"

Sophia looks amused. "You mean you don't know?" She leans in so close Mary can feel the breath hot against her ear. "Why Mary, my thing is corrupting innocent little virgins and wrapping them around my finger, though I suppose they're only ever really innocent on the outside~" She runs her tongue over Mary's ear seductively before pulling away and adopting a more casual, friendly smile. "Well, see you next week!"

"...yeah..." Mary wheezes.