A Week at Camp Guna Gitchee

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[Datom]

Tuesday

I opened my eyes. This time it only took me a few minutes to remember that I was at camp. I looked around the room of my cabin and took in the fake log walls, the bunk bed, and the window, with sunlight streaming in. Time to get up, I thought.

I got out of bed. As I did, I felt my pajama bottoms slide to the floor around my feet, just as they had yesterday. Had I forgotten to button them again? Then I remembered—I had made sure they were buttoned last night. And that button was pretty tight.

I looked down at the buttons on my pajama shirt. Sure enough, they were mis-buttoned again.

I have to get to the bottom of this, I thought.

I went to the dining room. Only a few of the girls were there. I noticed Holly sitting by herself. I smiled and came over to her.

“Hi, Evan,” she said, with a little smile.

“Hi, Holly. Can I sit down here?”

“Ah, sure,” Holly hesitated for a minute, then patted the chair next to her.

We talked for a few minutes, about the food in the dining room, yesterday night’s campfire, and the hike—at least her part of it. Holly had been in the second group, and hadn’t witnessed any of my humiliation. I didn’t mention it.

I finally asked her something I’d been wondering about.

“Holly, yesterday at supper, you and some of the other girls were looking a something on one of their cellphones.” And glancing at me and giggling, I thought, though I didn’t say so. “Can I ask you what you were looking at?”

Holly hesitated. “Oh, just some funny pictures,” she said.

“What were they?” I persisted.

At that moment Holly looked up and saw her two cabin mates coming in the door. “I’m sorry, Evan,” she said quickly. “I have to talk about something with those two girls.” She got up and picked up her tray. “Bye-bye,” she said, giving me an uncertain smile over her shoulder.

I sat there by myself as the dining room filled up with campers. At last, Mrs. Maitland got up, and rang her little bell.

“Good morning, campers,” she said, smiling. “I know you’re all having a great time here at camp. I hope you all had a good night’s sleep.

Affirmative noises came from the girls in the room.

“It’s a warm day today, so I think we’ll plan on going swimming. But before we do, we’re going to have a session on water safety and rescue. So after breakfast, go back to your cabins, put on your swim suits, and come on out to the common area, by the campfire site, and Robin and Taylor are going to be doing a session on some rescue techniques you can use if you have to save someone who’s having trouble in the water.”

There were a couple of groans, but mostly there was quiet.

“We want you to be safe while you’re here,” Mrs. Maitland concluded, “so we’ll take an hour to talk about these safety matters, then we can all get into the water and enjoy a nice cool swim. Today is supposed to be warm, so it’ll be a nice day for it.” She grinned. “Before we go, let’s do a Guna-Gitchee cheer.”

All the girls shouted out:

“One-two-three, Guna Gitchee!
Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!
Yaaaaaay!”

. . . . . .
In about twenty minutes, we’d all changed and were gathered outside, around the common area. Robin and Taylor were there. Like everyone else, they’d changed into swimsuits. Their swim outfits were one-piece, Guma-Gitchee yellow, with the pine-tree logo on them.

I looked around. The girls had brought a variety of one- and two-piece swimsuits. Lara and Brenda were sporting low-cut two-piece suits, and Carla and Amanda had one-piece outfits that were cut high up the sides. Erika’s suit was a one-piece outfit, a little more modest. I think she was the only one that realized there was going to be a boy at camp this year.

I saw Holly come up last. Her suit was a red one-piece suit, pretty modest. She saw me, and grinned and waved to me, bashfully. Then she joined her roommates.

Taylor started the talk. “I know you girls all want to get in the water. But first we just want to review a few rescue procedures for you, just in case one of your camp-mates does have trouble in the water. We’d rather have a successful rescue than a disaster, and I’m sure all of you would too.” The girls all mumbled assent.

Taylor proceeded to talk through a lot of stuff about rescuing someone who was drowning. As she did, I could see that a lot of the girls had heard her lecture before, but others were following it with interest. She reviewed the four rescues: talk, reach, row, and go. She came to the end of them: “So, if you can’t talk them to shore, and you can’t reach them with a stick, and you don’t have a boat, your only option is to go out to them and rescue them yourself. And we’re going to show you how to do this safely. Remember, one of the first priorities is to keep yourself safe. You can’t save the other person if you’re in trouble yourself.”

She looked around, and looked straight at my sister. “Erika, will you come and help us demonstrate? And Dixie, why don’t you come up as well?”

Erika went up in front of the group, as did a tall, blonde girl in a blue two-piece suit.

“Now,” Taylor said, “Erika is going to be the person who’s in trouble, and Dixie is going to rescue her. Erika, stand over there. You’re in deep water, and you’re drowning.”

Erika took her place. She grinned, stuck her hands above her head, and started wiggling. “Help, help! Save me!” she squealed.

“Stop right there!” Taylor commanded. “Erika, I know you were role-playing, but I just want to warn all of you never, ever, to call for help like that, unless you’re really in trouble. A false alarm like that is really bad. If someone hears it, they might risk their life to save you, and you don’t want to put someone else in danger just because you’re playing a game. Plus, if you do that enough, they may not believe you some time if you really do get into trouble.” She nodded to Erika, who winced apologetically.

“So, watch what happens when Dixie goes out to rescue her,” Taylor continued. Dixie started pretend-swimming across and straight up to Erika. As she got close, Erika grabbed Dixie around the waist, pinning her arms next to her. “Now, did you see that?” Taylor pointed out. “If you swim up to the front of the drowning person, they’ll be panicking, and they’ll grab you and pin your arms so you can’t swim. Now you’ll both drown.” Taylor nodded. “Now let’s see the right way.”

The two girls went back to starting position. This time Dixie “swam” up behind Erika and slipped one arm under Erika’s arm. Erika couldn’t reach Dixie now.

“Right,” Taylor commented. “Come up behind the victim, and grab her under her arms. If you have to use both of your arms at first, do it, but you do want one arm free pretty soon.” Now Dixie was “swimming” back to her starting place, pulling Erika along with her. Taylor was commenting, “Now you can swim with a sort of one-handed backstroke, propelling yourself with your feet and your free arm, until you can get to safety.

The girls both arrived at Dixie’s starting position. Erika knelt down in front of Dixie and grabbed her hand. “Oh, thank you, Dixie! Thank you! My Lord! You saved my life! How ever can I thank you!” she clowned. The girls laughed.

Taylor ignored the clowning. “Thank you, girls, for demonstrating,” she said seriously. “We’re play-acting here, but this really is serious information. You might actually save someone’s life with it some day.” She paused. “Now Robin is going to talk about mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.”

Taylor stepped aside, and Robin got up in front.

“If a person has just been rescued from drowning in the water, and they can’t breathe, they may need artificial resuscitation,” she announced. “I’m going to explain how to do it.”

As the girls listened, Robin started listing the steps.

“First, make sures he’s not breathing,” she began. “You can tell this by looking at her chest or her stomach, to see if it’s rising or falling. Next, you want to tilt her head back, so that her airway between her mouth and her lungs is open. Then make sure her mouth is open, and pinch her nose. Then put your mouth exactly over hers, so there’s no way that air can leak out. Then take in air through your own nose and breathe it from your mouth into her mouth. Not too fast. You want to breathe about one breath into the other person each five or six seconds. Keep doing this until she can breathe on her own.”

A girl raised her hand. “What if she has bad breath?” Laughter.

Robin grinned. “Then you can tell her that after she’s conscious again.”

Erika raised her hand. “What if she keeps getting up and running away?” More laughter.

Taylor intervened. “Girls, I really wish you would take this seriously. This is stuff that you really do want to know about. It may come in useful some day. It may save a life,” she scolded, “so it’s definitely not a joke.”

“Alright, then,” Robin resumed. “Let’s have a volunteer.” She looked around. Her eyes fell on me, and I thought I saw a glint of mischief in her expression. “How about you, Eric?”

“My name’s Evan, not Eric,” I said, in an exasperated tone.

Robin grinned and shrugged. “Eric, Evan, whatever. Come up here.”

I went up to the front, and Robin motioned me to lie down. I laid on my back. All the girls watched me lying there in front of Robin, in just my swim trunks.

“Lara, come on up,” Robin called.

Lara came forward. She knelt down alongside me.

“Now,” Robin instructed,” first make sure he’s not breathing.”

Cooperating with the act, I held my breath.

Lara looked up. “I can’t tell”

“Look at his chest,” Robin instructed. “If you have to, feel his chest and his belly with your hand.”

Lara grinned. She reached out her hand and started stroking her fingers over my chest, gently touching my nipple, then sliding down over my bare belly, then up to my chest again, flicking my bare nipple with one of her fingers, all the while smiling. I could hear the girls snickering.

Finally, Lara looked up at Robin. “Okay,” she grinned. “He’s not breathing. Now what?”

“Tilt his head back,” Robin directed, “pinch his nose, then put your mouth directly onto his.”

My head was tilted back. I felt Lara’s fingers holding my nose shut. The palm of her other hand was covering my bare belly. One of her fingers was poking my bellybutton.

“Now, seal your mouth against his, so no air gets out,” Robin prompted.

Lara put her open lips on my open mouth and pressed slightly. As she did, I could taste a faint peppermint flavor, probably from a breath mint or something.

“Now, don’t do this right now,” Robin warned, “but the next thing you would do is to take a breath through your nose, and breathe it into Eric’s mouth.”

I felt Lara chuckling. Then I felt her tongue slide into my mouth and start slipping around, exploring the back of my teeth and the tip of my tongue. I heard someone in the group gasp, “They’re Frenching! That’s funny!”

Lara’s body shook laughing as she continued to explore inside my mouth. Her other hand slipped down my belly and the tips of her fingers started probing under the elastic of my swimsuit. It slid under and touched the tip of my penis.

The girls howled and hooted!

The fingertip kept wiggling back and forth across the tip of my penis. Lara’s mouth was still on top of mine, and she was still pinching my nose.

Taylor stepped up. “Okay, you two! That’s enough!” She glared at Robin.

Lara abruptly pulled her hand away from my swim trunks. Robin quickly became serious. “So," she concluded, “you would keep doing this until the victim is breathing again on his own. And you’ve just kept him alive.”

Lara chuckled. “Looks to me like he’s alive, all right.” She pointed to the bulge that was beginning to form inside the front of my swim trunks.

“O-M-G!” “He’s got a stiffy!” “He’s hard!” The girls were all laughing at me now.

Taylor abruptly stepped in front of the group. “This concludes the demonstration. And again, this stuff is serious. If you don’t know it, it could cost one of your friends her—or his—life. So remember what you learned here.” She smiled a tight little smile. “So now—go ahead down to the lake and have a good swim.”

There was a round of applause for Taylor and Robin. Then we all headed down to the lake.

The lake was right within viewing distance of the camp commons, and we’d been looking at that water all through the lecture. It was getting warm, and that lake looked cool and inviting. So as soon as we could, we got up and headed for the lake.

The lake had a small sand beach alongside the water. At the end of the beach was a wooden dock, although there was no boat in sight. Out about a hundred feet from shore was a large wooden raft which was obviously anchored to the lake bottom.

As soon as the girls got to the shore they swooped down into the water. Soon several of them were playing some sort of game with a beach ball that one of them had brought. Others had gotten a game of tag going.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked over. There was Holly, grinning at me. Her hair was wet, and drops of water ran down her face.

“Doesn’t this water feel great!” she exclaimed.

I grinned back. “Yeah, it sure does.” I was still kind of embarrassed at the way Lara had been playing with me during that demonstration. But Holly didn’t say anything about it.

Suddenly, a girl’s voice squealed out from the group, “Hey, Holly! Come and join us! We’re playing tag, and Wanda is ‘it!’”

“See you later, Evan,” she patted my shoulder and swam off.

I didn’t really get into the games. I just kind of swam around and floated by myself, off to one side. I figured, this is a chance to get in the water, even if I’m not part of their games. Just because I’m the only boy here doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.”

I had been in the water for about twenty minutes, and was standing—the water was chest-deep—when suddenly I heard a girl giggle from behind me.

“Look at Evan! He’s drownd-ing!”

I wasn’t drowning. Far from it. I started to turn around. “I am not drowning!”

Suddenly a pair of arms came up from behind me. They slipped under my armpits and around the front of my chest. Meanwhile, another girl, in a black two-piece swimsuit, came up in front and grabbed my ankles. She swept them up off the lake bottom, and she and the girl behind me started carrying me toward the shore.

“Hey!” I protested, but my captors had too firm a grip on my arms and my ankles.

“What are you guys doing?” a voice asked.

“We’re rescuing Evan from drownd-ing!” said the girl behind me, giggling as she and the other girl carried me to shoe. I couldn’t reach with my arms, and now another girl started helping with my legs.

As we reached the shore, I came up from the water. As the air hit my body, I shivered. I yelped, “I’m not drowning! Put me down!” The girls didn’t seem to hear. More and more of them gathered around me as they carried me up onto the grassy area behind the beach.

“We gotta give him mouth-to-mouth reconstruction!” one girl said.

“You mean mouth-to-mouth restitution,” said another.

“It’s re-sus-ci-ta-tion,” I yelped, “and I don’t need it!”

They laid me down on the grassy area, on my back. I started to get up to walk away. But before I could even start to get up, an array of girls’ hands grabbed my arms and legs and pinned me back down to the ground.

“Erika, you hold his feet down, and Dixie, you hold his thighs,” commanded Lara. “Carla, take that arm,” she indicated, “and Candy, hold down his other one.”

I was absolutely pinned down to the ground. I couldn’t move either arm or either leg.

I felt fingers gripping the insides of my thighs. They started kneading my bare skin, and sliding up my thigh, right up to my crotch. I heard Dixie giggling.

Then I felt a hand on my chest. It slid down my belly, and right into my swim trunks. I felt fingers take hold of the end of my penis and give it a playful little squeeze.

“Cut it out!” I protested. They all laughed.

Then Lara leaned over me and put her mouth right above mine. “You liked when I French-kissed you, didn’t you?” she chuckled. “I’m going to do it again.”

She put her lips right on mine and slid her tongue inside my mouth. Once again, I could feel her exploring the back of my teeth and the tip of my tongue.

Meanwhile, I felt Dixie’s fingers slide up into the leg hole of my swim trunks. She giggled as her fingertips touched the bottom of my testicles. She wiggled her fingers around, tickling my testicles. I shuddered.

By now, the hand on my belly had slid down so that it was well into my swim trunks. It hand pushed the front of my swim trunks down so that the girls in front could see the tip of my penis. They giggled as watched those fingers playing with my penis, rubbing it and squeezing it.

“Wow!” “He’s getting hard!” “Cute erection!” I could hear the girls’ comments.

Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore. I let go. My stuff came squirting furiously out of my penis and landed on my belly.

“Woo-hoo!” “We made him squirt!” “Nice squirt, Evan!” they all laughed.

"Look at it dripping into his belly button!" More laughter.

I felt totally humiliated. There I was lying in front of a bunch of girls—one of whom was my big sister—and they were all looking at the tip of my penis and laughing. Laughing at the mess that they’d left on my belly. Laughing that they’d humiliated me, for an audience.

. . . . .

The afternoon was pretty quiet. After lunch we got a little lecture from Mrs. Maitland about different kinds of trees, and how to identify them by their leaves. It turned out that she was actually a pretty good teacher. I was surprised to learn that she had once taught fifth grade for a couple years.

Then, we got a little lecture-demo from Taylor on how to build a campfire. I’d never heard of this—I had always thought you put a bunch of logs on the ground and just lit a match. But Taylor explained how to pile the wood, and how to arrange the kindling, so that it got enough air, and how to keep it going once it started. She had Holly and Candy do one as a demonstration. She said they’d done so well, she was going to let them build the campfire for later that night after supper. As the two girls sat back down, we all cheered for them, and I winked at Holly. She saw my wink and smiled back at me.

Supper was more of the same. This time several girls sat at my table. But they sat at the other end, and didn’t really include me, so I was, in effect, eating by myself again.

But after supper, Holly came up to me. She looked around, kind of stealthily. She saw that no one was around, and said quietly to me: “Evan, I have to tell you something.”

“Yes?” I tried to sound nonchalant.

“Not here,” she said. “Meet me in back of your cabin in about a half-hour.”
. . . . . . .

So I was behind my cabin a half hour later. The evening campfire was going to start soon, and I knew Holly had to go help build the fire.

Holly came around the corner, looking behind as she came up to me.

She came close, “Evan, I really like you,” she began.

“I like you too, Holly, I answered.

Holly hesitated, then pulled out her cellphone. “I’m scared to tell you this, Evan, but I guess you should know about it.”

“Know about what?” I was starting to get a little anxious now.

Holly flipped her fingers on her cellphone, obviously looking for a picture.

“Please don’t get mad at me, Evan,” she looked up at me, anxiously.

“I won’t, Holly. But you have to tell me. Or show me.”

“Uh, okay, here.” Holly showed me the screen on her cellphone.

It was a picture of me. It had been taken while I was asleep. I was sleeping in the cabin—I recognized the sheets—and I was laying on my back. My pajama tops had been unbuttoned and pushed aside, revealing my bare chest and belly. And my bottoms had been unbuttoned and pushed slightly down, and aside, so that my entire crotch was visible. My penis could be seen laying down across the tops of my thighs.

I shivered inside. I flipped the picture to the next one. It was also a picture of me totally unbuttoned. In this one, my penis had been flipped up, on my abdomen, so that my testicles were visible in the picture.

I looked at Holly. “Where did you get these?”

“I—I don’t know where they’re from. I got them from Becki, my roommate. But she got them from someone else.” She looked at me in distress. “They’re all over the camp right now, Evan. All the girls have seen these.”

"How come you have them?” I asked.

“Because, Evan, I wanted to show them to you. So you’d know about them. That’s why I asked Becki to share them with me. There’s one more.”

I grunted, then flipped to the next picture. I was in the same position. This time there was a female hand in the picture. It was holding the base of my penis by the thumb and forefinger. I stared at it.

“I can’t tell anything about the hand,” I mused. “Like, whose hand it is.”

Holly peered at it. “It looks like an older hand. Like from an older girl like Taylor or maybe Robin.” She looked at me. “What are you going to do, Evan? How are you going to get through the night?”

“I don’t know,” I mused. “Maybe I'll just sleep in the top bunk tonight.”

Holly looked at me. “I’m sorry, Evan.”

“Not your fault, Holly. In fact,” I looked at her, “if someone had to tell me about this, I’m glad it was you.”

She came up to me. “I really do like you, Evan,” she said quietly, then kissed me lightly on my cheek. “I gotta go help start the campfire.”

As she disappeared around the corner I shuddered. So all the girls in camp have semi-nude pictures of me. I bet it was that damned Robin, I thought. She’s always out to get me. I went inside my cabin.

I couldn’t make myself go to the campfire that night. I couldn’t face all those girls, knowing that they had my private parts saved on their cellphones. I stayed in my cabin and cleared off the top mattress of the bunk bed. Maybe if I slept up here tonight, they wouldn’t bother me.

As I moved my stuff around I could hear the girls at the campfire all shouting, and laughing, occasionally cheering. Once in awhile I heard them do the camp cheer:

“One-two-three-Guna-Gutchee!
Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!
Yaaaaay”

It was starting to sound ominous now, that camp cheer. It seemed to be reminding me that those girls were just having their fun with me. Tomorrow they’d find a new way to humiliate me, one way or another.

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Wednesday

I woke up Wednesday morning. I gathered in my impressions. I was lying on the top bunk. I heard rain hitting the roof of the cabin. And I was cold!

I looked down at my pajamas. The top buttons were entirely unbuttoned and pushed to the side, exposing my bare chest and belly. My bottoms had been unbuttoned and opened, pushed aside, so that my penis was laying bare on my abdomen.

But that was only the half of it! Someone had drawn little hearts around my nipples, with a red felt-tipped pen. They had also found a little flag, one of those tiny American flags they put on pastries and stuff, and stuck it into my bellybutton. It stood there sticking obscenely up. And someone had found a blue cloth ribbon, and tied it in a bow, around my penis.

Suddenly I felt dirty, defiled. Someone had been sneaking in and touching my private parts in the middle of the night! Adjusting my penis up and down with her fingers, and holding it while tying a ribbon on it. And probably giggling under her breath. And possibly taking pictures! I shivered. If there were pictures of me, decorated like this, making the rounds of the camp . . .

I had to find out who was doing this! My guess was that Robin. She’d never liked me. She was always picking on me, trying to find new ways to humiliate me. Was she the one sneaking in here at night, unbuttoning me and taking pictures of my naked body? And then sharing her pictures of my private parts with all the girls in camp?

I sighed and got out of bed. I went to the bathroom, then got dressed. I had to take a deep breath before I headed over to the dining hall for breakfast. But I did—I ducked through the rain, and got inside the main building. Fortunately, the dining room was almost empty.

I grabbed breakfast and sat down. Other than Mrs. Maitland, there were very few people there. I gulped down my breakfast and started to leave. Mrs. Maitland stopped me.

“Good morning, Evan,” she smiled, “did you get a good night’s sleep?”

“Ah, yes, I sure did.” Part of me wanted to tell Mrs. Maitland about all the harassing, but I was still kind of embarrassed about it.

Mrs. Maitland looked a little surprised, then she smiled. “That’s good. Now, Evan, we’re going to have to cancel the hike and the softball game for today. Obviously, because of the rain. So we’ll be doing some crafts here in the dining hall. Weaving, flower arranging, that kind of stuff. If you want to skip it, you can just stay in your cabin and relax. Or, I suppose you can come and join us if you want.” She smiled. “I know some of that is like 'girl stuff,' and you’re a boy, but . . .”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Maitland,” I said. "I think I’ll just sit this one out. I have my Game Boy to keep me busy.”

So I spent the morning in my cabin, playing on my Game Boy. About 2:30 in the afternoon, I got a little tired of it, and got up to take a walk. The rain had let up, so I walked around the camp area, down by the lake where I’d been “resuscitated,” and back up to the camp area. I took a deep breath and walked into the dining area.

The girls there were just finishing up some kind of knitting project, and were about to weave baskets. Erika looked up at me and giggled.

“What?” I demanded.

“We thought you might be coming to weave a basket with us,” she smirked.

I took a deep breath. “Well, I am!” I said vigorously. I went to the long table in front and picked up a supply of flat reeds and a piece of wood for the bottom. Mrs. Maitland smiled at me.

“I’m glad you decided to join us, Evan,” she said warmly. "So you’re going to weave a basket?”

“Sure,” I said heavily. I sat down at the nearest table. I realized that Holly was sitting right next to me, which made me feel good. Dixie was across from Holly, and Lara was right across from me. She grinned at me as I sat down.

“What?” I demanded again.

“So you’re going to weave a basket?”

“Bet my basket comes out better than yours!” I returned. I heard Holly chuckle.

After about forty minutes, I had a pretty respectable looking basket in front of me. In fact, it was better, tighter, more symmetrical, and neater than Lara’s effort. I held it up proudly.

Lara held up her basket. For some reason, I looked at her hand. It looked more mature than a thirteen-year-old girl’s hand. Was she the culprit? I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t sure.

"Hey, Kevin!" Dixie smirked at me. "I LOVE your basket!" She made a heart shape with her two hands, then burst out laughing.

"Hey, Kevin!" Lara said. "Yours is GOOD! You should win a BLUE RIBBON for it!" All the girls around her laughed, and my face got hot and red.

. . . . . . . .
After supper it was dry enough to go ahead with the evening campfire. This time it was Carla and Candy who were assigned to start the fire. I started to go to the campfire, but something inside me didn’t want to. I felt inhibited. Something about those girls were making me feel dirty. They’d look at me and then just look away and snicker. They were remembering those pictures—and I now knew that there was a new set of pictures making the rounds!

So I stayed at my cabin. I tried to think of how I could prevent another intrusion, another humiliation of my body. I’d tried sleeping up in the upper bunk bed, but that didn’t seem to stop them. I could stay dressed . . .no, they’d find a way to strip me. I had to get out of here—that was all there was to it. I’d have to spend the night in the woods.

I looked around my cabin. I took a change of clothes, and a bath wrap—a towel that I could wrap around my waist and snap into place. I jammed these into my duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder. I grabbed a small pocket flashlight and slipped it into the pocket of my shorts. Then I made my escape.

As I quietly crept up over to the trail, I could hear. The girls at the campfire were laughing and singing. They were having a great time, it sounded like. I wished I could have joined them. But I knew that if I stayed, they would get me—one way or another.

“One-two-three!
Guna-Gitchee!
Guna Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!
Yaaaay!”

My blood chilled in my veins as I heard the chant.

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I suspect is Mrs. Maitland the one who strips him in the night and I love it... But to be honest I'm loving everything single word of this story!

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Thursday Morning


I woke up shivering. I was in the Prophet’s Cave, and I was cold and damp. I was still wearing my clothes from last night. They were soaked, from morning dampness, from the damp ground from yesterday’s rain, from my own cold perspiration—I didn’t know or care.

I lay there, my head on my duffel bag, and recollected last night. I’d used my pocket flashlight to find the trail we’d hiked back on Monday. I stayed on the trail through the darkness, picking my way along with the aid of that little flashlight. The critters were out, and every once in awhile, I’d hear one skittering through the brush, or doing an ominous chirp up in a tree. And every few minutes I’d hear the cheer “Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee” coming from camp. For some reason, it was really scaring me.

I’d finally made it to Prophet’s Cave. I decided that if the rain started again, this was the best place to be, to keep from getting soaked. I’d just have to risk running into the Prophet’s screaming ghost.

I slipped inside the cave. It smelled damp, but I didn’t have a lot of choices., as far as hiding places went. I managed to find a soft spot on the floor and sat down, then, using my duffel bag as a pillow, I laid down and tried to get to sleep.

Now it was morning. I felt so damp and cold and dirty that I had to do something. I came out of the cave and looked around. It looked like early morning, and I wondered if anyone in the camp was awake yet. If not, I could maybe sneak down and take a warm shower.

I started walking back. I followed the trail back almost to camp. Then, stopping, I pushed through the trees and brush to a place where I could overlook the entire camp area. I didn’t see a soul. The place was still. Good—I thought—I’m going to get showered, then maybe saunter into breakfast like nothing happened.

Quickly I crossed through the camp to the bathhouse. I peeked inside the door. It was empty. Excellent! I went over to a wooden bench and slipped out of my clothes. I took my wrap-towel over to the shower and hung it up next to the stall. Then I stepped in.

The warm water felt wonderful on my bare body. I turned back and forth, letting soak my back, my chest, my legs and even my private area. It felt amazing, after that itchy night in the dampness!

I finally turned off the water and came out of the shower. As I was drying myself off, I heard girls’ voices outside. One of them was Erika’s and the other one was Carly. I stood by the door, very still and listened. As I did, I wrapped my towel around my waist and snapped it into place, and I put on my flip-flops.

“I wonder where he is?”

“He wasn’t in his cabin all night.”

“How do you know?”

“Mrs. Maitland said so. She said she checked three times in the middle of the night.”

“I bet he was running away from us.”

“Have we been teasing him too much?”

“Nawwww!” Giggling.

“Mrs. Maitland said we should find him. She said we’d have to search the camp and the woods and down by the lake, and everything.”

“Maybe he drownd-ed.” Giggle.

“Then we have to give him mouth-to-mouth recrimination.” Laughter.

“Well, Maitland said we have to find him.”

“Then we have to bring him back to camp?”

"No, she just said we have to tie him up, to keep him from escaping again.”

“Like, tie him to a tree or something?”

“Whatever. Just so he can’t escape from us.”

There was a pause. Then:

“Maybe he’s hiding in the bathhouse, do you think?”

“He could be.”

“Let’s check and see.”

My heart did a flip-flop! They’re coming in here—I thought—I have to hide!

Quickly I looked around. Then I realized that there was another door in back, that led outside to the back of the bathhouse. I ran to it, and pulled. Good!—it was open! I slipped out the back and stood near the door, so I could hear.

In a moment, the girls entered.

“He’s not here.”

“Oh, but he was here! Look, Erika!”

“Those are his clothes!”

Sure enough, I’d left my damp shirt and shorts on the bench inside. Now all I had on was that towel.

“Let’s keep them”

“Let’s take them to Mrs. Maitland. Then she’ll know that he was here.”

“I bet he spent the night in here”

“No. These clothes are too muddy. I bet he’s out in the woods someplace.”

“Let’s show them to Mrs. Maitland. She’d know.” I heard the door slam.

I listened to the girls chattering. When their voices had faded into the distance, I peered cautiously around the side of the building. Confident that they’d gone for the moment, I skittered back across the ground to the trail and up into the woods. I slipped over through the brush to the spot where I’d watched the camp before. This time, I could see girls coming out of cabins. Soon Mrs. Maitland and Robin could be seen coming out of the dining hall. Mrs. Maitland had her usual clipboard in her hand. She seemed to be giving directions to the girls. Then she and Robin started handing something to the girls. It looked like pieces of rope or cord.

Then the girls suddenly dispersed, I could hear them chanting, “One-two-three-Guna-Gitchee! Guna-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!” They were headed right for the trailhead! In a few minutes they’d catch up to me!

I slipped back through the brush, the low branches scratching my bare legs. I got back on the trail, and headed toward the cave. Behind me, still at a distance, I heard the girls calling:

“Eeeeeeevan!

“Where arrre you, Evan?”

“We’re gonna find youoooo!”

Then, “One-two-three-Guna-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!”

Suddenly the chant morphed into a song. It was a song I’d heard on the radio. I hated it—“One Way or Another,” by Blondie. Now the girls were all singing the chorus, and it echoed through the woods:

“One way! Or Another!
I’m gonna find ya!
I’m gonna getcha-getcha-getcha-getcha!
One way! Or Another!
I’m gonna find ya!
I’m gonna getcha-getcha-getcha-getcha!”

I was terrified! They were singing the lines of that song, over and over again! It was echoing through the woods, filling my ears with its threat! I realized that I was trembling in fear!

Then I heard the last line change subtly:

“I’m Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!”

I was almost to Prophet’s Cave! I could hide in the cave! Wait until they passed.

No, I thought, that was a stupid idea. They’d be sure to look in the cave—it’d be the first thing they’d do when they got there. And if I was in there. they could trap me easily.

Taking a huge breath, I left the trail and climbed up the side of a hill. Then, from above, I paralleled the trail, until I got to a point right above the cave. Then I stopped.

I could still hear the army of girls coming. They were getting closer. Their song was getting louder:

“One way! Or Another!
I’m gonna find ya!
I’m Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!”

My plan was to let them search the cave, then go on the trail, down to the Creekside Chapel. Once they were there, I could hide in the cave safely. Or, maybe I could double back toward camp. At least I had a couple of choices.

Suddenly I realized that I heard the gang on the trail right below me:

“Maybe he’s hiding in Prophet’s Cave.”

“We should look in there.’

“Evvvan! Are you in there?”

“Yoo-hoo! Evvvan!”

“We know you’re in there!”

“Evvvan! Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Giggles.

Then, “Let’s go in and get him!’

I lay very still, listening to the girls go into the cave below me. Most of them stayed near the entrance, but I could hear a couple of them echoing from inside the cave..”

“He’s not here.”

"No, but he was here.”

“Look at those footprints in the mud! Those are from his flip-flops.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wonder where he went.”

A few more minutes of this, and the girls came out. Cautiously, I peered over the edge.

Robin was there, in her black shorts and tank-top. She was holding a length of rope and whispering quietly to Erika, Carly, and Dixie. They were grinning. Then they stepped back.

“So I guess he went down by the chapel area.”

“He must have.”

“Let’s go down there and look.”

Robin beckoned. “Come on girls! Let’s keep going! We’re gonna get him! One way or another!” She laughed.

Immediately the girls left the cave entrance and started down the trail toward Creekside Chapel. Taking their cue from Robin, they started their song again:

“One way! Or Another!
I’m gonna find ya!
I’m Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!”

The song became fainter. After a minute, I stood up cautiously and looked out. I didn’t see anyone. I turned and scrambled out of the woods to the slope, and climbed town until I reached the trail. I turned and looked into the cave.

There, sitting on a rock, was Holly.

She was in the camp tank-top and a pair of ping shorts. She was shuddering, her head in her hands. She looked up at me, startled.

“Holly?” I said quietly.

“Oh, Evan!” Holly sobbed. “I hate what they’re doing to you!” She swallowed, then continued. “They’re going to tie you up and strip you naked, and take pictures of you, and keep you there all day, and . . .”

“No, they won’t, Holly,” I said, uncertainly. “I’ve kept away from them so far.”

“I know, but they’re really being mean, and I’m . . I’m afraid they might get you! And they keep singing that awful song, and . . .”

I thought for a moment. “What if I go back to camp right now? Do you think that would work? I could go right to Mrs. Maitland and turn myself in, and tell her what’s going on . . .”

Then I stopped. Something had just occurred to me!

I’d heard the girls say that Mrs. Maitland had checked in my cabin several times last night. Why would she do that?

Could Mrs. Maitland be my succubus? The one that came in at night and stripped me in my sleep? The one who took pictures of my private parts, then got them passed around to all the girls?

Whatever the case, I’d have to get back to camp and at least get dressed. Right now, I was running around the woods with nothing on but flip-flops and a bath towel.

Holly was saying, “Maybe that would be a good idea. You go ahead, and if the girls come back, I’ll tell them I saw you going the other way. That will hold them off.”

“Thanks, Holly! You’re an angel!”

She stood up, put her hand om my bare chest, and kissed me on my cheek. I held her hand for a second, then turned and walked out of the cave.

There! I thought, now I’m in daylight again, and I have a plan. Everything will be okay.

Whhhhish!

Suddenly a rope came swirling down from above my head. It circled around me like a lariat, then tightened, holding my lower arms tightly against my side.

I couldn’t move! I struggled to free my hands, but I couldn’t. I tried to run ahead onto the trail, but the rope pulled me back.

I heard a voice above me: “I got him! I lasso-ed him!” Laughter.

I looked up. There, above the cave entrance was Dixie, holding the other end of the rope. Next to her was Candy, helping her grip as I tried to pull against them.

I heard some scurrying in the brush, then I saw Erika sliding down the slope. She came up to me, and took hold of the rope, laughing.

“We got you, Evan! We captured you!”

"Now you’re our little prisoner!” chortled Candy, following Erika down.

Just then, I heard the rest of the girls coming back up the trail.

“You got him?”

“Yeah! Erika cackled. “We got him all tied up!

“He’s all ours now!” Dixie chortled. “We can do whatever we want with him!”

“Let me go, dammit!” I was squirming furiously, trying to move my hands.

Erika giggled. “He sure is noisy today.”

Just then Robin came up to the front. “What’s all the racket?”

“You have to let me go, dammit!” I barked.

“We need to shush him up,” Robin observed, running her finger down my chest. She pulled out a piece of cloth, a scarf or something. It had some kind of flower pattern on it.

“Just a minute!” Dixie came running up from behind. She was holding an item of girl’s underwear.

“These are my panties,” she explained. “I just had them on, so they’re a little bit dirty.” SHe giggled.

I felt a sharp poke from behind. I started to say "Ow!” but before I could finish, the panties were shoved into my mouth. Robin quickly tied the scarf around my mouth holding the panties in.

I protested, but it just came out “Ghmmmmmmg!” Dixie’s panties tasted horrible.

Brenda and Amanda grabbed my arms and held me. The other girls came up in front of me.

“We told you we were gonna get you!” Dixie chortled.

“That’s right,” Lara smirked, “One way or another!”

The girls laughed. They burst into song, grinning hungrily at me, as they sang:

“One way! Or another!
I’m gonna find you . . .”

Dixie stepped up and poked my chest, leering at me, wiggling her finger on my nipple, in rhythm to the song,

“I’m Guna-Gitchee-gitchee-gitchee-gitchee!”

Over and over they sang that horrible chorus. Carla stepped up and started tickling my bellybutton with her finger, in rhythm. Then I felt the back of my bath towel being lifted up. Erika had found a stick and was starting to poke my butt cheek with it.

Then I felt Amanda starting to pull on the lasso. I was being led back along the trail toward the chapel. All the while they kept singing that hellish song, and rubbing my bare body, poking me, tickling me, squeezing my arms, singing at the top of their voices:

“One way! Or another! . . .”

We reached the chapel area. Without even stopping, the girls dragged me down the slope, past the seats, and down to the stage area. Amanda was still leading me with the lasso, and Carla and Brenda were gripping my arms.

I was led to the stage, past the lectern which was laying down, and over to the big wooden cross, lying on the floor. The girls led me to the bottom of the cross and turned me around, my back to it.

“We gotta lay him down,” Robin instructed.

Suddenly two girls leaned down in front of me and grabbed my feet. Two more girls were holding my hands. I was picked up, amid a lot of giggling and tittering, and laid down, my back on the upright part of the cross. Robin was stooped down by me, holding her hand firmly on my belly, to keep me from flopping. The girls holding my arms began to pull them out, away from my body, and another girl knelt down by my feet, and started tying my ankles to a couple of huge eye-screws on the side of the cross. Meanwhile I could feel my arms being pinned down to the crossbeam out on either side of me, and I felt more cord being wrapped around my arms near my wrists, and being tied to the cross.

My God! They were crucifying me!

[Datom]

I absolutely have to thank Lola for this whole story idea. She has been my Muse. It was she who suggested the setting at a girls' camp, the creepy matron, the chase through the woods, the ominous song (although I kept her guessing which song I'd use), and even the lasso and the crucifixion!

Lola, you're amazing! Thank you!

[Lola]

Best Thursday Morning ever!!
I loved that he was wearing only a towel while hiding from the girls. The song was funny I was singing it in my head ahaha Smart choice! The story is giving me the sensation I was searching for! Amazing job!

I gave Datom just a little suggestion... The story is 100% his efforts ans he added many other things!