Chapter 7
What happened next was a nightmare. Hands came from everywhere, slapping her, spinning her around, knocking her finally down to the floor. Emily covered her face, trying to protect herself. She screamed, twisting around, breaking temporarily away from the hands grabbing her shoulders and waist, scooting across the kitchen floor. But Jack and Bob were determined to punish the young blonde for her betrayal. They reached for her wrists and ankles, cursing her, striking the teen again and again across the face, telling her how they were going to torture her.
"OH, GOD, HELP ME!"
Emily screamed out again and again, one time actually managing to crawl up to the sink counter to reach out, pounding on the small double window with her fists until the glass cracked. Across the dark yard she could see the lights of her neighbor's house. Inside everyone was warm, enjoying dinner. Why didn't someone look up and see her? Emily screamed again, clawing at the small white kitchen curtains until Jack hooked one around her waist and pulled her away. He spun her around then pushed her back against the refrigerator. The young girl felt the handle jab into her spine like a knife, the force of that shove knocking the wind out of her. A cookie jar fell off the top and shattered on the floor. Emily felt her heart pounding wildly. She closed her eyes and prayed as she sank terrified to the floor.
"C'mon, let's get 'er outta here," Jack muttered.
Emily felt arms sup under her knees, lift her from the floor, and carry her quickly out the back door. She wanted to scream. Yet she was too dazed, too weak with terror to make a sound. She heard a dog barking from the next lot. There were people all around her. If only she could alert them.
"Get in, slut!"
Jack shoved the blonde teen into the rear of an old pick-up, climbing in behind her.
"Let's head out," the big marine said forcefully as Bob jumped into the driver's seat.
The truck whined, then turned over and roared into action. Emily felt the vehicle jerk forward then speed down the narrow Street. She curled herself tightly into a small ball, hugging her waist and chest hard, feeling the stupor that had temporarily settled over her brain slowly evaporate. She peered out the rear window and saw they were heading east along Las Pulgas-away from her home, protection, her Lather.
"Where ... are we going?" she whispered haltingly as the truck veered sharply to the right down Van De Graff. The few lights illuminating this section of the hilly marine base ended. They might as well have been traveling through the desert.
"Little fuckin' shit. I told you what'd happen if you talked," Jack said.
"I swear if, I didn't mean to! It just ... came out," Emily confessed. "I couldn't help it," she said, drawing one hand to her mouth and biting her fingernails.
"Don't matter much now. We can't show our faces on base. Good thing we managed to get in through the South Gate, though ... one of our buddies let us in." Emily raised her, eyebrows. "Surprise you, eh? You, a fuckin' officer's daughter, probably think everything's run according to the book, right?"
Emily turned her face away and looked through the rear window. They were heading into an area used only during war gaming. In the distance she could see the bright halo of lights where the large Naval hospital stood.
"Over there."
The truck slowed then turned left again, bouncing along a dirt road. At times Emily thought they were going to overturn. Her teeth chattered as they climbed up a large hill to the right.
"Okay, man, stop here."
"Where the fuck are we?" Bob asked, leaning over the steering wheel and peering into the night. There didn't seem to be anything around for miles.
"Just over the ridge. Can't take the truck up there. Let's take super-cunt with us," lack said, reaching over and unlocking Emily's door. Bob slid out the front seat and opened her door, making sure she didn't try to escape.
"Insurance," he said, looping a small rope around her wrists and binding them tightly together, locking the rope with a double hitch figure eight. Emily felt like a prisoner of war. Jack locked the truck doors, then joined them as they started up the path that wound up from the truck. Looking back, Emily could see the big marine had parked the truck under some pines. No one would spot it. Even if her father had returned from the party early and discovered her missing and called out a search party, no one could find it!
"This way," Jack muttered, pointing to another, smaller path to the left.
Emily picked her way carefully through the tall brush. When they reached the top of the bill, she saw a cluster of four rectangular one story wooden buildings nestled together in a small valley. Camp Pendleton had many of these small compounds usually used as command headquarters for the many training armies during war gaming. At other times they were deserted.
"Down there, babes. No one's gonna bother us here, trust me."
Emily stumbled several times, tumbling to the ground and rolling several feet. Dirt and weeds flew into her face. The blonde teen sobbed, shook her head, begged for them to help her up. But all Jack and Bob did was kick her in the ribs, nudge her with their booted feet and yell at her to get up.
Choking down cries of terror, the blonde teenager shook the hair from her eyes and staggered up, picking her way more carefully down the path toward the compound.
About thirty feet from the first building she heard barking. Freezing, the young teen turned around and looked at Jack. What was going on? The big man stood some distance behind her, his arms folded over his broad chest, that strange smile on his face.
"Somethin' the matter?"
"Barking? You've got dogs here?"
At that point the sound of a door creaking open caught her attention. Emily wheeled around, her eyes growing wide when she saw a tall, thickly built man of about forty step from the building. Something was moving nervously to his right. Only when he approached her did the girl realize it was a large black German shepherd. The girl stepped back, her heart contracting while her pulse raced. She shivered as the dog froze in his tracks, his dark brown eyes rolling up and studying her while his bushy tail drooped and wagged slowly from left to right. She thought she could see the fur around his neck stand up. A low, steady, threatening growl from his throat made the teenager feel faint.
"You got 'im, eh, Frank?"
"Yeah, wasn't that easy, though. Man, security's really beefed up since them fuckin' hippies tried to break into the armory by the South Gate last month," the fat man said, jerking up on the leather leash when the German shepherd started pulling.
"We're gonna convince this little cunt to change her story about Tad," lack said, reaching out and damping his fingers on her right shoulder. Emily winced, feeling pain as he tightened his grip.
"So, this is the little bitch who put Doug and Tad in the brig," the big marine said, his thick lips curling up into a smile.
"I'll change my story! I swear I will, just let me go," Emily gasped, trying to smile.
"Man, I don't trust you. You said you weren't gonna say a damned thing. And there you go, shootin' off your mouth the first chance you get. No, no way! We're gonna make sure you know what the fuck's gonna happen if you cross us again. And man, we're gonna make sure your old man's gonna get shots of his daughter fuckin' if you don't do like we want," Jack said, nodding to Frank. The fat marine grinned broadly, reaching in the pocket of his leather jacket with his free hand and pulling out a small flash camera.
"This mutt been through this before?" Bob asked as Jack moved up to the girl, gripping her blouse by the front and ripping it from the screaming blonde.
"Yeah. 'Course, the ol' man don't know what we use his mutts for when night comes. He thinks they just go to bed or somethin'. Got some Mexican chicks up from Ti couple a' nights ago. Shit, for some booze and fifty, apiece you shoulda seen what them broads went through with two Dobeys!" Frank said, his fat belly jiggling as he laughed.
"No, don't!" Emily cried. She felt her pink blouse torn from her shoulders, ripped down her back and left hanging in ribbons around her bound wrists. Sliding one arm around her waist, Jack then unhooked the front buttons of her skirt, pushing it down to the ground. Emily shivered. All she was wearing now were a bra and a pair of white silk panties, gifts from her father. Closing her knees together, she stood shivering in the night air, her head hunched down into her shoulders.
"Man, nice, tight little ass," Jack said, rubbing his hands over the silky material of her briefs, working it into her tight ass-crack. "Maybe we can get together again tonight after I finish beating the piss outta you. Man, we'll fuck! Who knows, eh, bitch?" he said, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the girl's growing confusion and terror.
"Don't ... oh, Tad, please, don't ... hurt me," Emily gasped, shaking her head from side to side. If there were only some way she could make them believe she'd change her story.
"Set 'im on her."
The command terrified the girl. What was going to happen now? Instinctively Emily guessed it involved the animal. She saw the fat marine drop the leash. There was a blur in front of her then the force of something hitting her legs hard and knocking her down. The blonde teen tried to jerk her arms out for balance, but the ropes around her wrists held firm. With a sharp cry Emily tumbled to the ground, rolling over onto her side.
"OHHHH!"
She felt something cold shoving against the back of her legs. She moaned and twisted around, sitting up and facing the attacking animal. Ohhh, he was large. She saw his lips peel back and reveal his white, sharp fangs ... killer fangs, fangs used to tear out the throats of other animals and men. The girl shivered, feeling her flesh crawl with horror. What in the name of God were they going to do to her?
"Please ... "
Emily realized slowly what was going to happen. The cold wind increased from the north, whipping her blonde hair behind her back, making her thighs chill and pucker up into goose-flesh. She saw the animal staring at her strangely as he eyed her tits and her crotch. She'd seen animals look like that ... usually at one another when they were in heat. And now when the German shepherd licked his chops, dropping his head and started moving for her, the blonde teenager knew what was on his mind.
"No! Get back, bad doggie. No, no, don't ... oh, God, get back!"
Emily kicked both legs out, scooting backward on the dirt, her ass-cheeks creating a double trail in the soft ground. Loose dry grass and dirt worked their way under the leg bands of her panties as she hit the big dog again and again with her feet.
"Go for it!"
The big animal shook his head several times, snapping at the girl's toes. Emily went wild, screaming and shouting at the dog. He stopped for a moment, assessing the situation, then came back and followed the girl.
"Stop him! Oh ... God, please ... stop ... him!" she panted in terror, rolling up her eyes and looking at the men surrounding her. But all she received were amused stares. They were all getting off on her terror ... getting off on watching her stalked by the dog.
"C'mon, boy, we ain't got all fuckin' night," Frank said impatiently.
The animal's nose suddenly moved forward, pushing against Emily's cuntal mound. The young woman snapped her head back while her spine arched. Her knees snapped together protectively while Emily raised her legs tighter and banged the balls of her feet against the growling dog's face. She screamed and sobbed, trying desperately to discourage the dog from attacking her. But it was no use. He was accustomed to this sort of reaction and kept pressing on, occasionally backing down and snapping at one of her feet. Oh, oh, what could she do?
"Keep it up, boy."
The girl found herself backed against a tree trunk. The big German shepherd pressed on, his eyes burning into her skull, his fur bristling, his fangs bared while his pink sloppy tongue lolled from his mouth loosely. Several minutes passed by. Slowly the girl grew quieter, biting her lower lip until she could taste blood. Punished! Yes, she was punishing herself. For against her will, against everything she'd ever learned about decency and morality, Emily was feeling herself weaken toward the animal. Oh, was she going insane? Could she actually be responding to the smooth, soft wet licking of the dog's tongue?
Lights popped in front of her head. Someone was taking pictures. Oh, yes, yes, it had to be one of the marines, photographing her latest excursion into depravity.
"Ohhhh!"
The animal was working hard on her pussy, lapping at the silky crotch-panel material, making her soooo hot and wet. Emily shivered as the panty material became sticky with doggie-spit. She pulled her legs farther away from the dog in a final attempt at moving from him. No use, no use.
"C'mon, babe, go for it."
It was awful. If only she could get away for a second and put her mind together. But the constant lapping, the terror, the men's laughter-everything whirled around at an incredible speed until Emily didn't really know what was happening.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The dog was lying down on his belly now, his head stretched forward, his ears pricked back while his tongue lapped up and down over her soaked panty crotch. She didn't want to scream any more. Instead, Emily watched the big dog, watched his tongue slosh up and down her legs until she felt a little drunk with lust. Could it be? could she actually be enjoying this act? Oh, God, God, what had she become? What were they turning her into?
"NO!"
But her cries were becoming less frantic, less filled with revulsion. There was a false ring to her protests. Could it be his nose pushing continually against her cuntal mound, making her furry labes wink shut with sexual heat that was silencing her? Emily felt the sheer nylon of her briefs being worked up between her swollen cunt-lips, rubbing up against the wet, itchy hollows of her pussy.
"Ohhh, no, uhhh ... nuuuuuuuugh!"
Why was she growing so weak? Why were her shoulders shaking so, her knees sagging apart like this? It was as if she were welcoming, actually encouraging the big dog to do more to her.
"Yeah, man, tol' you she'd go for it! Man, she can't keep her ass still!"
The words stung her pride. Oh, how could she show these men what was racing through her mind? But why should she be so careful? They were watching her perform and could hear her groans of delight. And ohhh, how that hot, itchy ache throbbed so maddeningly in her cunt. There was that swelling ball of sexual heat in her getting bigger.
"No, no, no!"
But everything in Emily's mind and body opened to the German shepherd. The dog sloshed his tongue hotly up and down her spit-soaked panties, the girl cried out, feeling the wet silken material of her briefs become warm as the animal concentrated his lapping on the narrow band of material between her thighs. Emily cried out, feeling the roughness of the dog's tongue through the wet nylon.
"Horrible ... awful," she gasped, her words sounding so small, so false. No, it wasn't terrible. As the seconds ticked by, Emily felt the subtle pressure against her pussy become more and more thrilling. God help her, she was enjoying this.
"OH!"
Another picture was taken.
"That's it, honey. Man, the CO's daughter's takin' 'im on like a champ. Bet the general'd love to see these shots," Frank said laughing.
Emily concentrated on the strange hot, tight feeling between her legs. She could smell herself now. She sniffed the musky, pungent odor of cunt-juice flooding from her slit. The dog could taste it. That made her shiver. He was tasting her, sniffing her, lapping at the juices soaking her panties.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Emily didn't want the dog to stop. Ohh, he was so good, so wonderful, so incredibly delicious licking between her shivering thighs. She fell back on the ground, wallowing her shoulders in the dirt. The cold wind bothered her no longer. Her hair fanned out behind her while her fingers clawed at the ground. The blonde pranced her ass around frantically, breathing with wheezing sounds through her nose. Above her gasps and moans, Emily could hear the dog's tongue lapping busily at her crotch. She felt the damp nylon being stretched away from her cunt, felt the surface of the German shepherd's tongue scrape one exposed cunt-lip. Emily gasped, feeling the unbelievable tickle as his furry muzzle pushed under one pant leg and shoved down, down toward her wet hole.
"Unnnghhhh!"
Jack laughed, then bent down and untied her hands. He wanted to see her get wild, caress the dog, encourage him.
Emily rolled her head from side to side, strands of hair sticking to her lips and cheeks. She rubbed her fingers over her belly, feeling the hot, sweaty flesh under her palms. Then she moved her hands down until she slipped under the elastic waistband. Spotting this, the dog lapped at her fingers, her knuckles, her wrists. Emily cried out at the touch.
"Oh, God, nooooo!" She rubbed her injured wrists against the dog's head, feeling the short fur tickling the areas chaffed by the ropes. This had to be the ultimate humiliation for her ... watching her will crumble under the dog.
Ohh, where would it all end?