Chapter 3
For the next three weeks Emily and Tad met secretly. Sometimes they fucked in the old barracks behind the hall where the blonde teen first seriously eyed the young marine. At other times she met him in old warehouses in remote sections of Camp Pendleton. All the time both were very aware of her father and what would happen if he were to discover them fucking. But that knowledge somehow also added zest to their already torrid affair.
During that time Emily was put through her paces, learning nearly everything the experienced marine had to teach. She fucked in nearly every position he could think of, holding back only on sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass. Those were two things Emily neither wanted to try nor felt pressed to do.
"Come on, honey. Come on, it's real good to have a mouth around a guy's dick," he whispered, holding her head between his hands; trying to guide her face down to his crotch.
"No, no, I'll bite it off, I swear!" Emily threatened, struggling against his strong hands. That was enough for Tad to let go, sigh in disappointment and back off for the moment.
Emily wondered about Tad after the third week. He was more and more insistent about getting sucked off, about even wanting her to take on several of his buddies who began to be suspicious of his wanderings. They gossiped-he told her about the two of them. Others on base were talking. Once he even hinted that to keep their secret Emily would have to "put out" for several of his buddies. The girl panicked and Tad backed off, shrugging his shoulders when she pressed him for names. "Just stuff I heard around," he mumbled, reaching over and stroking her face, making her forget temporarily about the rumors.
At the beginning of the fourth week, Emily got the usual phone call from Tad after eight p.m. Neither her mother or father were home on Monday evenings, both of them busy at the navy Relief Organization in Oceanside. This evening the young marine wanted to meet her near the old railroad siding by Las Pulgas Road. All the barracks, it seemed, were being used by Reservists on their two-week training duty.
"What? A boxcar?" Emily whispered in the receiver, feeling her flesh crawl. It was like meeting some wino or hobo for a secret rendezvous.
"Sure, fuckin' on wheels, Why not? It's clean. And besides, we'll be warm. Then I can slip my cock up nice and private-like while I finger your nipples and ..."
"Stop it!" Emily said, giggling, feeling her pussy warm up as Tad kept whispering dirty things to her over the phone.
"Why? I can still feel that juicy little pussy around my dick! Man, I feel you wigglin' crazy like while I stuff my cock up your cunt."
"Stop it!" Emily warned again. She was getting so hot. Besides, the base operators made line checks. That was all she needed ... one of those operators listening in, finding out where the call was made, then reporting it to the base commander.
"Yeah! Well, just meet me at the old railroad yards around eight. It's pretty close to where you live. Your folks won't be back until after midnight. They're busy at the relief thing, right?"
Emily shivered. Yes, she knew she and Tad would have a lot longer than they normally did. Oh, God, how she wanted him. Every inch of her body lusted after the young marine. The blonde teen had no idea before meeting Tad someone could be so possessed by another person. Thank. God she'd managed to keep this affair secret. If it ever got out ...
But then Emily thought of Tad ... of his body, his cock, the way he aroused her. He'd awakened powerful lusts in her, desires that couldn't be conquered by any morality she'd learned before. When he wasn't with her the young woman nearly went crazy. Late at night she lay alone in her bed, shoving the covers down to her knees, moving her hands over her cunt, feeling the hairs with her fingers and palms. Ohhhh, how her body ached for him then. How she squeezed her ass-muscles together, rocked her body from side to side while dipping her forefinger in her musky pussy-hole. No, she needed him, needed him like she needed no. one else. He was worth the risk.
"Yes. I'll be there," Emily said, hanging up the receiver and glancing at the clock. They'd have four hours together-the longest time they'd ever had. She felt lust rushing through her body as she rushed outside, stopping on the porch and glancing in either direction. No, the neighbors were either not home or watching television. No one was out on the street. Good. She'd leave quietly. It was only a short walk to the railroad siding.
The young woman picked her way carefully down the narrow darkened street, leaving the safety of officers' country for the open area just behind it. The terrain was steep and full of chuckholes. Several times Emily stumbled, catching herself just in time before tumbling to the bottom of the hill. In the near distance she spotted several old freight cars parked on the little-used siding. As she neared the area Emily spotted Tad's gray and white Chevy pickup. Her heart pounded crazily. Yes, yes, she was only seconds away from him and his mind-blowing dick.
When she reached Las Pulgas Road, Emily looked in each direction, fearful the base patrol's headlights might pick her up. She'd have a difficult time explaining why she was out here late at night. Good, nothing in sight. They must have just passed and wouldn't be back in an hour. By that time she and Tad would be inside one of those cars, safe from any eyes.
"Tad?"
At first there was no answer as she came up to the freight cars and stood quietly to one side.
"Come on, Tad," she whispered, feeling a little nervous. It was so quiet, so lonely out here.
"Over here," his familiar voice said finally. Smiling again, the blonde teen brushed back her long hair and sighed in relief. Site walked forward, careful of the loose gravel piled on either side of the rusty tracks. She crossed one set, moving up to a long lone freight car to her right.
"This is ... strange," she commented thoughtfully as a chilly breeze made her flesh crawl.
"You shouldda brought a sweater or somethin'," he said in a slurred voice.
Emily stepped back a little and studied him. He weaved a little. Was he drunk? She caught a whiff of something. Pot?
"Come on. Stop starin'. We got a lotta stuff to do," Tad said, winking knowingly, then turning and heading toward the freight car. The young woman brushed away all doubts she had about him. Ohhhh, he was so tail, so handsome. Emily rushed after him, threw her arms around his Waist and hugged him tightly. "Yeah, yeah, I know. C'mon," he slurred.
Tad turned around and smiled- down at her. Ohhhh, now the young girl realized why she'd thrown caution to the winds. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him passionately, throwing her arms around his broad neck and rubbing her body against his. Ohhhh, how good it felt to have his strong arms around her, to feel his chest against her tits. Already Emily felt her cunt dripping with hot pussy-sauce.
"Hey, don't make me come right here," Tad Warned, pulling away and leading her to the car.
"Oh, no," she said, shaking her head back and forth, then putting her fingers to her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Then hurry up and let's get inside. Besides, it's fuckin' cold here," Tad said hooking one arm around her waist then helping her climb into the freight car.
"Tad! There's somebody else inside here!" Emily cried shortly after she'd climbed in. Although she couldn't exactly see anyone there, the girl swore she heard some movement in the shadows. Instinctively Emily drew back, holding her arms protectively over her belly.
"C'mon. Nobody's here but you and me," he said, climbing in after her.
"I swear! I heard something."
She stopped talking, her scalp crinkling with terror when she saw three shapes emerge from the shadows and walk slowly toward her.
"I told you!" Emily cried, her eyes widening with fear. She backed toward the doorway, her hands stretched out for Tad's. Could he fight off all three of them? Who were they? Hobos? Ohhhh, why had she left her parents' home?
"You ain't goin' anywheres," Tad said. There was a change in his voice. Suddenly it had a hard edge, a quality where all the former tenderness was gone.
"Who are they? What ... "
"Buddies of mine. Man, I've been talkin' about you and how hot you are. They want a sample!"
Emily felt her blood chill. Oh, God, he'd been telling everyone on base about her. It was just what he'd threatened to do. They'd all been laughing at her, lusting after her. She staggered forward, feeling faint with shame. How stupid could she have been? She'd been so wrapped up in her own body that she couldn't think straight and guess Tad hadn't been silent about their affair.
"How could you?" she asked, narrowing her eyes and peering through the darkness at the advancing figures. She recognized them as some men who worked in her father's motor pool. They'd been watching her, even made leering remarks about her within the girl's earshot when she visited during the day.
"Jack, here," Tad began, nodding toward the tall young marine standing in bands of moonlight, "he supplies me with smack, pot and coke I need. Bob 'n Doug are just friends. We get goin' sometimes and ... sheeit, I don't have to explain nothin' to you," he said angrily. "You don't like to give head, eh? You don't like a lotta things, think you're so fuckin' high 'cause you're the CO's daughter, eh?"
Emily held her arms tightly over her tits, her eyes darting from man to man. She was trapped. There was nothing she could do.
"Oh, God, don't hurt me! Please, please, let me go! I'll do anything. I'll get my father to give you promotions, passes, anything!" Emily cried hysterically.
Her wild pleas were met with laughter. The men were toying with her now, poking her ribs, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around, pulling her skirt and lifting it up to her ass. She reached back, trying to knock their hands away. And when she screamed for help, Doug told her it was useless. The guards were busy with the Reservists at the other end of the base. By the time they made their rounds of this area he and his buddies would be through with her.
"No! No!"
"Baby, you ain't got no choice. You gotta put out for us," Jack said; rubbing his crotch. Emily's eyes widened. She recognized that voice, recognized that big, apish shape in front of her. She'd seen him leering at her in the office ... his big, ugly face glowing with lust while her father tried speaking with him. Now he had her in his hands, ready to fuck her, make him suck him, do anything be wanted with her.
"Yeah, good, hot, wet pussy. Man, gonna have a good time," Doug said, smacking his lips.
"Gonna give a real good time givin' you the cock you need, baby. You old man's gonna be right proud of us if he ever finds out how we treated his little girl," Bob said, sending the others into laughter.
"Hey, gonna grab some super weed here. You guys have a good time," Tad muttered, crawling into the rear of the abandoned freight car and lighting up.
"No, don't come near me!" Emily cried. She heard the door slam shut and jumped at the sound. She backed away until her ass and shoulder blades pressed against the wall. Terror leaped in her throat.
"Treat me and my buddies nice and we'll show you a good time," Jack said, opening the front of his flannel shirt, then starting to unzip his Levi's.
"You're all crazy. My father'll kill you if he finds out."
"Little bitch!" Jack snapped. "You gonna tell 'im? You think you can scare us? Sure, we'll get busted," he conceded, spreading his hands in front of him and smiling. "But who the fuck cares? We ain't career like your old man. And what'll the promotion board think when they hear about how hot his little girl's been with Tad there ... and with us. 'Cause man, we're gonna say you been fuckin' us lots, real nice, and wantin' it all the time. You just try to prove rape ... try it!" Jack demanded, his face turning more and more ugly with anger.
Emily shivered. He was right. She couldn't say anything without chancing the ruin of her father.
"I'll scream!"
Jack grew tired of her game. He reached out and wrapped one hand tightly around her waist while clamping the other tightly over her mouth. The smell of grease shot into her nostrils as lack dragged her down from the back of the car. She felt her head suddenly twisted and shoved back against the wall. There was movement down below followed by a jingling sound. It was then she realized Jack had tugged off his pants. He was naked from the waist down. Something long and white stuck out from between his thighs. Oh, God, he was really going to fuck her ... fuck her in front of the others.
"No, stop it!" she demanded.
"Take a good look at this cock, baby. Look at it!" he demanded. "It's gonna shoot right up your fuckin' cunt."
"Oh, no, no, don't ..."
Emily twisted in his grip, feeling the marine s fingers twisting in her hair. He pulled at it, making the young girl cry out in pain. Her head snapped from side to side while her fingers clawed futilely at his arms and shoulders.
"Hey, man, strip 'er."
Doug and Bob moved around the screaming girl, fondling her legs, running their fingers up her thighs to the blonde bush of her cunt. Several times Emily tried to kick at the young men. But each time they held her down, shoving their hands up to her ass and pinching her asscheeks hard as a kind of punishment.
Emily felt them tearing at her blouse, pulling her skirt down over her thighs, tugging at the elastic waistband of her pink nylon panties. And all along she could feel the, hot cock-stalk rubbing against her legs and lower belly. Jack was sucking at her neck, pawing her tits, pulling at the elastic shoulder straps of her bra. Emily choked and gagged, twisting helplessly, feeling that one hand still clamped on her mouth.
Oh, God, please don't let this happen! Emily thought to herself. But even as she prayed, the girl knew it would do no good. This gang-bang was going to happen. She caught a glimpse of Tad in the back smoking his weed. No! Even if he wanted to he couldn't help her. Looking heavy-lidded at the girl and his buddies, the young marine smiled dreamily.
Emily tried screaming again, knowing she'd get no help from Tad. It was a hysterical reaction. Jack's hand clamped more tightly over her lips. The girl felt her head spinning and was sure she'd pass out. Oh, what a mixed blessing that would be. Then she'd never know what horrors they'd put her through.
"Goddamnit!"
Emily had bit down on the big man's palm, tearing her mouth free from his hand temporarily and screaming at the top of her lungs.
"HELP ME! SOMEBODY, THEY'RE RAPING ME!"
The hand slapped back over her mouth. Rolling up her eyes Emily saw the big marine's face blazing with anger.
"Fuckin' dumb little cunt! You're gonna pay for this," he growled.
Emily let out a muffled groan. One of the men under her had grabbed one cunt-lip and twisted it around hard, digging his fingernails into the sensitive flesh. Another hand took hold of several pussy-hairs and yanked them out. Emily's body jerked from side to side. Tears sprang to her eyes as her legs kicked out and her knees buckled.
"Try that again and we'll clean up this fuckin' car with you," Jack muttered, smiling as he felt the girl's struggling grow weaker.
Emily managed to calm down her terror. At this second, the important thing was to stay alive. Yes, that was something she had to concentrate on. God only knows what these madmen would do to her if she tried escaping. She had to stay in one piece. She'd worry about everything else later. Maybe she'd have a chance to break away successfully. But right now there was little she could do.
"That's better, honey. Yeah, we're gonna have a real nice time," Jack breathed. He slobbered his mouth all over her face. "For being such a nice, pretty girl, I'm gonna give you a fuckin' big reward."
Emily shuddered when she heard the men around her laughing.
"Yeah, a good reward. You're gonna love what I give you ... a hell of a lot better than that little fuck-head over, there. Half the time he don't even know what day it is," Jack said, nodding in Tad's direction.
Emily tried to turn her head. His breath stank of stale beer and tobacco. She felt a damp stickiness farming between her belly and his as he pressed himself solidly against her. The sweat running down her tits made the girl shudder with revulsion. God, it was like being fucked by an animal.
Jack relaxed his hand over her mouth. Emily sighed. Still, the terror that had gripped her earlier remained. The stench of his breath mixed, with all the other strange odors hanging in the boxcar. The girl thought she was going to faint. But she managed to keep control when she felt the big marine's hand loosen around, her mouth, then finally drop away. No, she wouldn't scream, wouldn't give them a reason for abusing her.
And then the blonde teen felt Jack grab her naked asscheeks hard, grab them as if he were going to crush them between his strong fingers. He pinched her hard, making' her squeal in pain. The men laughed again. But this time there was, a kind of urgency in their chuckling. Yes, they were laughing, but actually wanting a piece of the action for themselves.
"No, oh, God, no!" Emily cried softly, closing her eyes and fighting back the, tears as the hand that had pinched her now roamed freely over her body. She felt Jack's chest rise and fall heavily against her tits. He was milking her sensitive flesh, sliding his hand up to her tits and feeling those big boobs, then moving them back down to her ass.
"You're real sweet ... nice and sweet," he uttered, kissing her on the neck.
Emily squirmed a little, trying still to pull away from him. But when she tried to move, Jack grabbed her hair, pulling ft until she thought he was going to snatch her bald. She found her movements worse than useless. He had her where he wanted her.
"NO!"
Jack's fat dick shoved into the small space between her legs. Emily felt it moving up, rubbing against the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. All that separated the head of his cock from her cram now were a few inches.
"Hey, man, you gonna get her all by yourself?" Bob asked.
"Yeah, man, what the fuck's goin' on?" Doug echoed his buddy, running his fingers through his dirty long black hair.
"Hey, gimme a chance with the chick, will ya? I said we'd all share," lack growled back. He let go of her hair, and, with both hands, pulled her close to him.
"Poor little chick," Jack said mockingly. "I'll bet once you get cock in you you ain't gonna scream no more for help!"
Jack jammed his right hand between her thighs, rubbing his fingers where his cock had slid back and forth before. She felt his thumb playing with her cunt-lips, jam in up to the joint, then pull out again. Her mouth was a tight scar as she jerked her head back. No, no, she wouldn't scream, wouldn't give that satisfaction.
"You're a sweet Fuck, baby. Yeah, you're enjoyin' this, likin' it a lot," Jack gasped, rubbing his hand over her pussy.
"Man, look at that cunt," Doug whispered, kneeling down to one side. "Seems somethin' that nice oughtta be used good, right?"
"Yeah, man. I ain't gonna wait no more," Jack said.
Emily stopped her weak struggling. This was it, the start of their foul gang-bang. She trembled, looking at the men, knowing all too well that before the night was through she was going to have all their cocks in all her holes.