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Shorter hair that she normally would like it to be.
I am sorry, but you cannot join the scouts, the leader spoke then, dry and quick.
Mannerisms changed, although she never had a fascination with dolls, she started liking things that are more practical, and she grips the binoculars in her hand well, this is new, like it is her second life, her mother says, it isn't a phase, her mother knows.
I squint my eyes to see better darling, it has been a while since I tried to look at far things without a scope.
Her father was a proud soldier, his mannerisms of being cool and collected never leaving him even at times when he gets home, but he's a loving father, he tells him uncensored stories about his experience at wars, and it grew on her, her arcanum manifesting easily when thinking of battling in an army.
She can hunt, her arcanum had been useful in acquiring their feast for the night, and with pity and hesitation, the scout leader gave her a badge for it, be it Arcanist discrimination, or distaste for her gender, it doesn't matter, it isn't new, she accomplished something, and that is what matters.
It took her a total of five months to realize why Mother had wept when she saw the man her father told her all about, and even more so to realize why she taught her dad lied back then, his friend has a frown then, a contrast to what her father usually tells.
Dangling in her mother's hand is something she remembers by chest, and by the beating of her heart as she presses it to her, clicking on the button by nature and it pops open, she remembers how it felt like hours to focus, her father's hand in her shoulder as he encourages her, with one push green arcanum releases from her hands, the magic dissipating as it hits the decoy, worn out by the bullet holes, and now, in its chest, a spread of green arcanum saying there like burn mark.
The picture inside is weird then, the hour mark pointing exactly on where her arcanum is being released, with her dad in the middle, both hidden by their respective…"hands".
It is ironic then, the stopwatch had stopped exactly at three, the bullet acting as the second hand but a red herring. She knew exactly what had happened. There was a journalist that sacrificed his life to show it, the picture of the airstrike bomb so close to his lens…and when she points her fingers, arcanum drops from the sky…a memorandum, the oddest one out of it was the wings, but it gave her an idea, a name, Eagle.
When she got her very first badge, it was also her latest admission to the boy scouts, it isn't like she tried, she still does, rejection by rejection, discrimination to fear, it doesn't deter her, she just wants to go one last time, she is more than prepared to be a solo act, or perhaps, join the lady in tophat blue.
It was weird at first, seeing a Scout Leader with a beard and a stache, but perhaps things changed in the system that slipped past her, or that it was not a regulation to always be clean shaved…if not hairless there, but the man is enthusiastic to meet her, in awe about arcanist's potentials, the man agreed, and when she jumped in glee at her room, it was as high as an eagle's taking off.
His Bounden Duty, the man says, is to give all wanting scouts the opportunity to be one, and although the years had worn down her desire to truly be one with peers, one more time doesn't hurt.
Her bag was heavy when she entered the man's car, but nothing she couldn't handle, the small talk was nice, although a bit scary as the man tended to linger on looking at her, they might just crash!.
But nevertheless, the car stops in the woods, an island not so familiar to her, taking their hand, she gulps down, a little unease crawling on her skin, it has been a while, she remembers, since her last scouting, and still the pressure of being with the boys does still unnerve her a bit.
"Ready Scout?" the man asks with a smile, grabbing what seems to be a sheet, for the tent, likely, and it takes her less than a second to answer, to nod, to experience the Brave New World and to follow the man, waiting on the side as he locks his car, and she follows without the question, as the grass becomes taller, as the sounds of nature becoming louder, it relaxes her when they meet a teen scout, despite the awkward glance at her, the leader removes the tension in the air quickly.
Apparently this camp is for teens, which makes more sense why it's so hard to find, it doesn't usually take papers and documents, they can just make one spontaneously, a large tent with some more camp leaders than her last time, and a bunch of teens that keep glancing at her weirdly, it doesn't matter, she might have bitten off more than she can chew, but she can handle it.
She'd impressed everyone with foraging, even more so with hunting, and she admits the nature of everyone eyeing her had pulled her into some state of un calm, her arcanum more lethal than what she has like, causing a deer's head to fully explode.
So now she's here with the leaders only, sitting on the lap the man she is with before as per his request, a gentle hand resting on her leg for leverage as he pats her nice and slow, and she lets her breathing match her pace, the others whispers praises too, how much of a good girl she is, how her magic is strong, and for the first time ever, it feels nice.
"Rest now, we're doing an activity later" another says, and she nods, the soothing coos and gentle brushes on her skin lulling her more to a state of slumber.
When she was lifted gently and laid down to a sleep sack, the leaders looked at each other, then they smirked.
The fire burns bright in the dark night, they ensure they don't need her help but it still belittles her, "Don't worry, you'll help us later" another camp leader says, and she nods, she likes being of help.
The camp is cheery when the stars shine above the leafy trees, a calm hand on her shoulders, as they eat the cooked deer, "Eat you would need the energy" they would encourage, and it doesn't need much for her to start, she was hungry after all.
The ashes give a sign to how low it has been before everyone finished eating and to settle, their dishes are being taken care of by the other two leaders near a lake they know, she gave her's meekly.
"Now then" The man says, holding Eagle by the waist, "Had your fill?" The man asks and pulls her closer to his chest, despite already seated on his lap, "Can we get started on our last activity for the night?
And although it was too sudden, her nod comes with a nervous gulp, slow and unsure, but it makes the man chuckle, as he reaches out to her hat and takes it off, her badge then gone too.
Fast hands reach out to her dress, unbuttoning it, and she holds on those arms tight, eyes closing at every clasp loosening, ever the Inquisitive Dear she asks, What is happening?, uncontrolled pushes ignored, her skin shows more and more, and as if to embarrass her even more, the loose dress was pushed aside, her skin shown to the eyes of the many, their eyes moving like Hopscotch to her bare skin, her blush grows, fear as well, but the man is casual on it, calm.
"May we enjoy this night scouts, may this activity be never forgotten" The man cheers, causing some of the teens to do as well, some already as bare as her, coming closer to her, eyes eagled at her like an interesting show, that hand tangles on her panty, and her blushes reaches its peak, the gut feeling that this is…not normal strong, but her environment says otherwise.
She lets herself get stripped naked, her last piece of clothing sliding off his leg, given to a blushing scout who holds it firmly, the leader puts his hands on her intimate area, making her squirm, but the man coos calming words, some of the watching teens encouraging it, as the fingers part her folds, the cool air brushing sensitively making her shiver.
Beside her a scout, the assistant, walks over to the leader, a bottle in hand, making the man chuckle, un capping it, and spilling some on her folds, and her breathing gulps.
"Do the honors, my dear scouts, be gentle" Hands reach out to her folds as sudden as a blink, coating themselves off the lotion spilt, and she feels the sense of protrusion, foreign, weird, slow and gentle and slick however, and the hands rubbing around it makes her delirious with an unknown sense of euphoria, unconscious at the fingers on her lips, commanding her to such which she did with no question.
"Remember scouts, Eagle here is a fellow boy scout, and thus, be sure to respect that, no other girly terms than "pussy, cunt" or anything that determines Eagle's sex shall be used" The man snickers then, patting her on the shoulder as he stands, letting her sit on the chair as the assault on her body stopped only temporarily, before going back full force.
"Have fun with them okay? Keep the boy scout's spirit soaring" The man says with a smirk, and although she was a bit distracted in…everything, and the other scouts pulling off their pants to reveal a length of skin she never knew, she nods a bit, of course, the fingers rubbing on her mouth, the emotions and feelings in her intimate parts is just the norm to being a boy scout.
When fingers part and the soft tip of those organs press in, she feels a whimper unconsciously slip past her lips, just as it takes in more of the head, slow, careful, she hears coos and praises, tells her how nice it is as she feels the immense sensation of being stretched, thankful for the other's grip on her arm, she takes deep breath after another, a whimper and more as the nonstopping feeling of occupation overwhelms her senses.
She can do this, she can do this, she closes her eyes, and the air smells pungy, sweaty, like rubber, a hand rests on her head, and the fingers leave again, making her open her eyes, red blush painting her cheeks as the tip of the male organs is in front of him, pink, a hole in the middle, she take a deep breath, the hand pushes him closer to it.
"Come on junior, suck my cock" He says in a groan, hazy still as she tries to just comprehend what her body had became, a sizzling nerves of numbing yet overwhermingly pleasant sensations.
Cock, her mind supplies, half lidded teary eyes looming closer to it, and after a fast thrust her body arches and groans, thinking halted and she just lets her face close the gap between her lips and cock.
Its... raw, she flicks her tongue in curiosity and sweetness coats the hole of that tip, and the teen shudders, pressing even deeper to her tongue, making her gulp, as she tries and continues at the task despite the frenzy of the insertion in her body, the skin pushes past her lips, and she closes her eyes harder, whatever they want…this is harder to do.
It blocks her throat and she finally feels panic, trying to push it away, moans becomes mewls and whimpers, left cood at, chuckled at, and there it id again, the feeling of inferiority, "Calm down kid, let it happen, what else would the leaders expect?" the man above teases, and she gulps as that thing shoves in again, her body trying to gag it out no matter what, making the teen above sigh.
"Looks like were bruteforcing this one fellas!" The man says, making the others cheer, confused, the man removes his cock from her lips adjusting his stance as he stands right in front of him, the fucking below him still continues with a numb pleasant hum, and once again that cock presses on her lips, nervous, she opens it still, it pushes in, slowly, and when it touches her throat again, his hand keep her from pulling her head away, making her panic and try and do what she was lectured to, it doesnt stop her panic however as it blocks her airway.
Her hands are pulled to hold…cocks she assumed, despite her panicking figure, one for each hand, pulling it and doing a continuous bobbing motion.
He smiles as he returns from collecting firewood, mind and thoughts occupied to the camp, wondering how it has been since he left them to her, he trusts his campers, know they won't break her before he gets a turn.
With a wood in his pants and a chopped hard log in his arms, he's ready to indulge, to be a Blasphemer Of Night.
Color him surprised when most of the boys are in their tents, laughing and enjoying the night, those who see him pass by greets him, and he returns it, he walks closer to the camp, and shoves the loose fabric away.
Thunderous Applause, chuckling, gagging, relentless, he frowns a bit seeing the girl handled carelessly, hands pinned behind her as she is fucked mercilessly in her dripping pussy, her eyes closed tight and teary as the thrusts stimulate the cock lodged in her throat, cum spilling everywhere, it is a mess.
"Now why did you two start without me?" He asks, rolling his eyes as he walks closer, the two giving him the stink eye, "Not my fault you're slow" Fucker, he realizes the man doesn't move as fast as he usually does, "Her ass is fair game, unused even" Gagger, he says in a crisp delight, chuckling and that does make his eyebrow raise, did they boys really left it untouched?.
Fucker lies on the ground with gagger above him on a seat, both uncaring to how deep their cocks is in the girl, but he looks behind her, and true to their word, it seems her back side is left untouched, causing him to stir and come closer, spreading those trembling ass cheeks.
Dry, he unzips his pants, cock throbbing hard, he presses his fingers to the girl's thoroughly bred clit, the cum of the teens flowing out as the man pounds on her with fervor dripping to his fingers, he uses that as the only lube she will have, pressing it on her entrance, before he presses his tip in…
And push.
"Woah there, calm down, take deep breaths" cruel, the man says as he continues shoving his thick cock on the panicking girl's throat, who's panicking enough that the grip on her hair is now painful, and the man below groans loud, fucking harder.
"Fuck dude, no homo but I can feel it, and fuck…she's so tight" And that makes sense on why he feels a force, the girl is still too small to handle a gangbang proper, it doesn't matter however as he pushes in faster.
Its tight , amazingly so, velvet, squeezing, tight yet soft like pillows, his thrusting came naturally, just as the ignorance to the girl's struggling panic, it doesn't matter, a hand on her hair harshly, a firm placement of two in her hips, and the forceful yank of her two arms, leaders in suit, animals in nature.
And they will continue to devour their prey.