Chapter 11
"What we gonna do with 'er?"
It was already the following day. They had tortured her more that evening, fucking her, making her suck them off, making her perform a myriad of perverted sexual acts before they eventually tired, bound her to the bed and fell asleep. The bright morning light woke them up.
"Maybe we oughtta turn 'er loose on the road. You know, naked-like. What you think your old man'd do, eh?"
"They're out looking for me now for you, too," she spat back.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. That's why we're gonna stay real quiet and for a while," Jack whispered, sliding off the cot he'd slept in and scratching his head thoughtfully. Emily sighed with relief. At least that part of the ordeal was over. Now she lay quietly, her arms and legs tied to the bedframe. Once, she'd tried to scream out for help, thinking she heard a helicopter sputtering near-by. Jack had taken a pair of jockey shorts he'd found lying on the floor, shook the dust from them and stuffed them in her mouth, securing them with several pieces of tape across her mouth. It was only when Frank had left that he pulled them out.
"You animals. My father'll take care of you."
Jack looked angrily at her, then turned away. Bob was waking up. The two men whispered together for a long time, talking about Tad and the others, occasionally staring at the bound young woman and sneering at her. Once or twice Emily thought they were going to fuck her again. But all they did was clean her up using very cold rainwater they'd found in a barrel behind the building.
Emily dozed all, day, finally waking up and noticing the sun had gone down. She felt better ... refreshed, clean. Then it struck her. Two days ... her captivity was stretching to two days.
"Oh, God!"
She had to get out of here. Her body was sore and stiff from lying in the same position all day. The two men were sitting nearby, staring at her.
"We gotta get her back. And remember, cunt, you're gonna tell your old man you tricked Tad. He ain't gonna spend his life rotting away in jail 'cause of you. And don't forget them pictures," Jack said, patting the camera. "Tad and Doug ain't out soon, they get sent all over."
Emily stared at them. Ohhh, how she would have loved to stick knives in both their bellies. Jack inhaled deeply, then got up and walked over to her.
"What are you going to do now?"
"You're a fuckin' little cock-tease, you know that? Man, I don't blame Tad for gettin' involved with you. Too bad you couldn't handle him ... and us. Well, that's the way it is. You're gonna get dressed and then ... well, it's up to you."
Emily nodded her head.
"Untie her."
Bob and Jack moved around Cast, growing perceptibly nervous about the length of their stay it was occurring to both of them now that their time was running out.
When they'd finished pulling the ropes off, Emily sat up and rubbed her ankles.
"Get dressed," Jack said, throwing her skirt at her.
As quickly as they wanted her out of the barracks, they also wanted to fuck her one more time.
"Man, what's one more plug in her hole gonna cost us?" Bob asked, watching her naked body as she moved in front of him.
"We ain't got time!" Jack said.
"Sure, we got time," Bob said, reaching out and grabbing the girl. Emily tried to dodge him. As often as she'd been abused in the past few hours, she still resented being pawed like a piece of meat.
Please, not again. Ohhh, she was so tired, so sore. "Man, she's hot!"
"Stop it!" Emily cried out, reaching up with one hand and deeply scratching Bob's cheek. Before he could jerk his head away, the girl had torn some flesh.
"I ... I'm sorry," she said in a tiny voice, realizing she'd given him a perfect excuse for abusing her further.
The big marine smiled at her as his grip tightened around her arm. Emily's teeth rattled with pain as she thought the big marine was going to break her arm.
"We don't even have to take you back. Ain't nobody gonna catch us, anyways. We could leave you in a fuckin' ditch without thinkin' twice an ... "
"Hey, man, easy ..." Jack said soothingly.
"Okay, okay," the younger marine said, closing his eyes and getting himself under control.
Bob let go of her arm, moving his hand up and tearing the skirt from her arms. He wrapped his fingers around her hair, dragging her across the room, shoving her to the floor, then banging her face against his boot again and again until her lip split.
"Sorry ... sorry," Emily cried with each blow. She reached up with both hands and clawed at his wrists. She couldn't take it.
"Hey, if we're gonna fuck her let's get goin'," Jack said nervously, glancing at his wristwatch and scratching his crotch. He hadn't expected on keeping the girl in the barracks for more than a few hours during the night. But his own perversity got in the way of his thinking. Now he was sure as was Emily ... that the authorities were looking for them. They'd have to leave the state, and their effectiveness of helping their buddies in jail with Emily's new testimony was doubtful. But still there was the young girl stripped naked in front of them, twisting helplessly in the dirt. If Jack couldn't help his friends, then he was going to help himself.
"Not both of you?" the girl cried.
"You did it before. What the fuck's wrong with one more time?" lack said.
"Yeah, she fucks like a mink once she gets warmed up."
Jack was unzipping his Levi's now, laughing at her as he pulled his long rod free. It's broad, flanged head throbbed with lust. Bob did the same. Both cocks were pointed at her, jerking and throbbing while she backed away.
"Ass or cunt?"
"Don't matter much to me."
They watched the girl move back on the floor. Jack bent down and pulled her up.
"Stand up, baby. Maybe I'll fuck 'er standin' up. Ain't never tried that before," Jack muttered.
"Mmmmm, good fuck."
"Yeah, good and hot," Jack said, sliding his cock into the plump mounds of her ass, trying to get his hot dick-head into her shitter.
"Oh, God, I'll get them for this," Emily whispered to herself. She hated them more and more for doing this awful thing to her.
Jack ran his right hand up and down her crotch. That funny, tingling ache started up all over again. Ohhh, why couldn't she control herself better? When the marine's lingers brushed against her cunt-lips, she felt more of that hot cuntal butter oozing and wetting down his fingers. She stiffened and inhaled sharply, feeling her cunt poke up from the surrounding sticky membranes of her cunt.
"Get her on the side."
Bob helped his buddy set her down on the floor and turn her over. Jack slid behind her and hunched up against the girl, wrapping his arms around her chest and playing with her tits and nipples. Her thighs tightened from the rising excitement. There was nothing now except pure sexuality. The time between reluctance and full acceptance was shortened incredibly for Emily. When she felt his dick inch in toward her cunt she exploded. Bob, meanwhile, twisted around, sliding his rod up past the groove separating her legs from her torso, up toward her wet snatch. The teen felt his flared cock snaking through the tangled hairs of her pussy, moving in and finally up into her cunt.
"Ahhhh!"
She groaned as his thick prick-head got to her hole, unstuck the bloated labes, and slipped in. Jack dug his big hands around until he was holding her buttocks, squeezing the hot spongy flesh as hard as he could, groaning with delight.
"Man, she's hot and tight and fine," Jack groaned. "Hot like the first time I fucked her."
Emily opened her mouth and let out a long sigh as she felt a hot thrill tear through her pussy.
"Move your goddamned hands," Bob said.
Emily felt something hunching hard into her butt-crack-something good and hot and hard.
Jack was wetting down his dick-head. Then he grabbed her around the waist and hunched down and in. His dick-head pushed into her tight asscrack, slid up toward her tight little hole. Emily stiffened, readying herself for the rear attack.
"OH!"
The girl hunched forward, impaling herself farther on Jack's dick. Oh, she could do nothing to stop the frontal and rear attack. With a grunt, Jack hunched his rod against the gray-pink flesh of her asshole. Emily shouted, feeling her belly turn over. But everything she did only encouraged both marines. With a wail of defeat, the young blonde teen felt the marine's dick pierce her ass.
"ARRRGHHHH!"
Both cocks rammed her, pumped into her body at the same time. She was being bounced between the two men, tossed back and forth savagely. Both of them were breathing irregularly, their hands pawing her body, their legs tangling with hers while their chests sandwiched the groaning teen tightly. She felt completely defeated, completely filled to the hilt with dick-meat. Her whole body throbbed in time with the fucking cocks. All she could think of was prick-meat.
"Man, gonna cut-loose!"
Jack felt his nuts tightening against his fat cockroot.
"Me, too!" Bob echoed.
Me, too! Emily wanted to cry out. She'd been worked up by these marines. Now she was .. she was ...
"Ohhhhh, mannnn!" Jack cried as the rushing cum blew out of his dick-head, scalding the sides, of Emily's juicy pussy. She screamed, snapping her body from man to man. She clawed desperately at Jack, kicking her legs against him as she felt herself swimming in cum.
When it was over, the older marine pulled back, wiping his cum-smeared dick against her thighs.
"Gotta get 'er dressed and get the fuck outta Jack said, picking up her skirt and tossing it in her face. Emily staggered off the cot, feeling her body pitch forward several times as her strength left her. Fucked-fucked until she couldn't walk. That used to be a dirty joke. Now it was the truth.
"Remember, honey, you gotta get 'em outta jail or we'll be back with them pictures," Jack said patting his buddy on the shoulder. They walked out the door, closing it softly behind them. The young woman sat down slowly on the much-abused cot, hugging her body with the skirt as she heard the truck start then rumble off through the woods surrounding the compound.
For nearly an hour, Emily sat on the edge of the bunk she'd been so brutally raped on, holding her torn clothing in her hands. Could she buckle under, do what they wanted her to do? And if they heard she hadn't, they'd return and send those pictures around, and ...
Suddenly the girl stopped. A smile crossed her lips. They'd be back, wouldn't they? Emily pressed both hands to her mouth and tried to stop giggling. And what would they do to her? More of the same? Oh, no, no, the pictures! But that would incriminate them, also.
The girl stood up and walked slowly to the door, ready to find help. Emily knew now she wasn't going to say a word. Tad and Doug had to pay for their crimes. And she? Yes, she had to pay for hers. And the blonde knew Jack and Bob would be back to punish her for them. Again and again.