Camp Deviant

Camp Deviant Deviant Kady Ash Published by Kady Ash, 2023. This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. CAMP DEVIANT First edition. January 16, 2023. Copyright © 2023 Kady Ash. Written by Kady Ash. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Dedication Content Disclaimer Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Epilogue Other Books by Kady Ash About the Author To all my fellow feminists who just want to be owned and railed by two masked men, because what's more feminist than getting fucked however the hell you want to be fucked? Content Disclaimer If you’re looking for a solid, involved plot, you’re probably going to be disappointed. This book is dirty, kinky, and a little deranged at times. It’s mmf with the tiniest bit of sword-crossing on-screen, though it’s heavily implied off-screen, and two of the trio are step-siblings. The two leading men are best friends who refer to themselves as brothers, so between those two connections, there’s quite a bit of dirty talk involving the word “brother.” If that’s not your thing, feel free to take a pass on this. If it is your thing, did we just become best friends? Additionally, within these pages you’ll find explicit language, explicit sex, graphic violence (including dismemberment and unaliving), one brief instance of a non-consensual sexual advance, dubcon, stalking, extremely possessive men, collars, leashes, floggers, dildos, vibrators, tail plugs, restraints, knives, hidden cameras, inappropriate gifts, and a belt that is used for a lot more than holding up a pair of pants. Only one condom is used the entire book, but everything is discussed and agreed upon before the story even begins. The kinks you’ll find here are (in no particular order): branding, slapping, spitting, DP, DVP, fisting, squirting, flogging, a whole lot of spanking, forced orgasms, kneeling, crawling, come play/marking, a little bit of blood play, biting, scratching, pinching, pain, praise, degradation, cockwarming, facefucking, teasing, bondage, overstimulation, primal play, CNC, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spitroasting, phone sex, hand feeding, breath play, choking, and an eventual TPE dynamic. Now, I want to make it clear that this doesn’t have a fluffy, cute happy ending. She doesn’t make her men better people. They turn her into a kinky, violent little monster, and she loves it. If you’re still here and you’re not scowling while wondering how my therapist failed me so badly, then enjoy! Please be kind to yourselves. Chapter One If anyone has ever deserved to get raw-dogged by a couple of strangers, it’s me. I’ve had the year from Hell and a break-up that matched that shitty energy, so why not? It’s one full moon weekend with no strings attached and no rubbers — which are my two favorite things to not have — and I get to walk away Monday morning with my head held high and my legs feeling like jelly. A girl’s gotta indulge every once in a while. But I’m also a human being with a mountain of anxiety, so I check and double-check and triple-check that I sent the fine owners of Camp Deviant my STI panel results, a picture of the costume I’ll be arriving in, a copy of my driver’s license, a list of the kinks I’m dying to try while I’m there, and the payment in full. I did. It’s all there, so I can stop worrying. ... No, I can’t. Though Deviant comes highly recommended to me, it still seems dangerous. A completely secluded camp where I know zero people and will be asking strangers to do questionable-at-best things to me? It seems like a recipe for getting myself kidnapped or something, and perusing Deviant’s vast website isn’t helping much. Sure, the reviews are great across their five facets: Hotel Deviant, where you stay the night and order sex like room service; Camp Deviant, where it’s a more laid-back atmosphere and scenes aren’t just limited to one room; Class Deviant, where they teach you about the proper ways to engage in BDSM; Club Deviant, where the rules are as loose as the morals; and House Deviant — the most mysterious of all. All I can tell from their website is that House Deviant is privately operated and almost impossible to book, so I don’t spend too much time on that page. My interest lies with the camp, where I’ll be attending their annual Full Moon Soiree and spending an entire weekend trying to avoid the cult ghosts. Why they decided to build their camp on the site where the Synastry Cult lived their lives and met their ends is beyond me, but I guess I understand the draw. From what I’ve heard about Synastry over the years, they were big on communal kink and thought sex was an appropriate offering to whichever creepy deity they worshipped, so they probably had the camp set up almost perfectly for a company like Deviant to step in. But maybe it’s bad juju to go there... no. Don’t do this. Don’t back out. I was promised that nothing was off limits and they’d be able to find someone to give me what I need... no matter what that is, so how can I possibly turn that down? My list is almost embarrassingly long, but whatever. If I find someone who can give me even half the things on that list, I’ll leave satisfied and go back to my vanilla life without a second thought. Probably. Okay, Ashlyn. You’ve sent the files, you’ve done the things, your slutty bunny costume is hot as hell and you bought three just in case one or two get ruined. Just go. You’re going to be late, and you’re never late to anything. Right. Taking a deep breath, I grab the little