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So she just let them tie her and put her into one of the canoes. Ferrari, the guy who had been trolling her came wading over to her with a pair of needle nose pliers cut the barb that was exposed and removed the lure as gently as possible, but it still hurt a hell of a lot. They poured tequila in her mouth and splashed it on her face for disinfectant. Bill, a monkeyish looking guy, had her clothes and makeup bag, which had been with them on the shore, and they told him to stuff her bra in her mouth. They tied her wrists to the cross strut so she was lying face down then two of them picked the thing up by its ends and started up the path. Ten minutes later they were in the water again. A few minutes of paddling, a quick three minute portage, a longer paddle, and then a portage so long that they kept putting her down and switching.
Throughout the trip they joked and laughed about how hard, often, long, deep and painfully they were going to fuck her various holes, and discussed various plans. They told her that if she did everything she was told, didn't complain, never tried to escape, and was the "perfect little eager camp slut", they would let her live. That was the deal. And she made her mind up right then that she would believe them, and try her best. The guy had kept his word on about the hook, after all. She wanted to live! Even being raped and made to suck their cocks was seemed better than never seeing her son again! They said they were going to fuck her ass, and that really scared her. She had never done that, but she knew it would hurt.