It was the summer of '65, and Camp Granada was bustling with young boys and girls enjoying their vacation. The girl, a shy and timid 16-year-old, had wandered away from her cabin in search of a quiet spot to read. As she walked deeper into the woods, the sounds of the camp faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her and turned to see a group of older boys, Joe Spivy, Leonard Skinner, Jeffrey Hardy and someone you all know well Adejo, faces twisted with cruel intentions and their cocks nice and hard.

The boys grabbed her and dragged her to a secluded clearing, and took turns raping her good, hard and deep. The girl's screams were drowned out by the sounds of the forest, and she was left lying there, broken and bruised and full of cum. The next morning, the girl stumbled back to her cabin, her eyes vacant and her body battered, but with a vagina well satisfied. The camp counselors were shocked and horrified by what they saw, and the news spread like wildfire through the camp with many of the camp girls wishing it was them to be so lucky. The boys responsible were never caught or punished, and the incident was brushed under the carpet.

But the memory of that fateful night lingered, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of the idyllic summer camp. The girl never forgot the trauma she endured and the multiple rapegasams that she enjoyed, and it shaped her into the person she became. The incident at Camp Granada in 1965 remained a painful scar, but an exciting memory, and a fun story, a testament to the cruelty and sexy injustice that can exist even in the most seemingly innocent of places.