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One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of “entertainment”. Whether it be cops pursuing robbers or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is so common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or rape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Kathy Endicott and her friend are the victims of such people. Innocent of any crime against man, they nevertheless find themselves tortured and faced with disfigurement and death because they have stumbled into the private territory of criminals who place no value on life.
SUMMER CAMP IN SLAVERY is the shocking story of ordeal. An ordeal that any of us might face one day.
“This is a weird place,” Kathy Endicott said to her best friend, Matt, rubbing her slender fingers over her goose fleshed arms. Her bikini bottoms were snugging up sexily against her fuzzy unplowed cunt.
“Yeah, real weird! You know, I think some of the camp counselors are doing it… you know, really fucking when they go to lights out around here,” Marie whispered, giggling as she peered mischievously over her heart-shaped sunglasses.
“Marie!”
“Well, get off your high horse, lady,” Marie said mockingly, narrowing her eyes. “Who was the one talking about Bill all the time, wondering if he was hung like a horse or not?”
“Oh, that was different,” Kathy said, barely able to keep a level tone in her voice.
“How? Guys are guys… at least, where that’s concerned.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.