"Feel bitchin'?"
Emily felt her cunt-lips fluttering with excitement. No, she couldn't tell them how she felt couldn't tell them she wished they'd punish her with that belt, burn her ass with the leather, singe her pussy-hairs with the flame. Punished! How that thought raced through her mind now. How it excited her.
Bob's breathing grew more labored as he started smacking the girl's ass more intensely. There were no more light touches against her ass. Violence was starting to creep into the blows.
"stop! Oh, God,you're hurting me!"
"Yeah?" Bob gasped, his right arm stiffening as he let the belt unfold to a whip's length. He stood back and jerked his right arm high above his head, snapping the leather in the air. The hard, popping sound made the girl's heart contract. The belt whistled through the air, making a broad arc, then crashed down on her reddened buttocks.
"Nhhhiiighhh!"
Emily fell forward, this time completely losing her balance and tumbling head-first into the dirt. Her elbows and shoulders ached from the fall while her head spun around madly. The blonde teen groaned, trying to draw her arms and knees up to relieve the pressure. Bob followed her, smacking the belt again and again against her chest, shoulders and ass.
"Niiiiiihh!"
The belt smacked over the burned areas, creating a pain Emily thought was reserved for those in hell. She screamed again, her piercing cries growing even more shrill as the belt snapped over all parts of her body. The young woman tried to protect her face from the stinging blows. A small trickle of blood started to ooze from just below her ribs.
"Okay, okay, take it easy," Jack said, laying a restraining hand on his friend.
"Just a little more, man, just a little more." Bob panted, shaking off his friend's hand.
"Hey, she's gonna be nothin' but a piece of meat if you keep doing that. We got other shit goin' down for her. You don't wanna spoil it, do you?"
Bob hesitated, the belt hanging from his hand. He studied the sobbing blonde, snapping the belt twice in the air, watching her jerk at the sharp sound.
"Naw, no," he said, closing his eyes and shivering all over. He brought himself under control just as Frank stepped from the building.
"You sure warmed up her ass," he said, standing with his pot belly shaking while he laughed at the girl. "Wanna see somethin' great? Better 'n that flame trick I knew you was usin'," he said, pulling out a long hunting knife from a brown leather holster strapped to his belt. Emily saw him coming at her with the knife and she began screaming. Oh, were they going to carve her up now?
"Nooooo!"
"Christ! Somebody's gonna hear her," Jack said, nervous for the first time. "Put that fuckin' knife away and let's get 'er inside."
CHAPTER TEN
Frank, Jack and Bob moved quickly, hauling the screeching girl to the door of the deserted barracks. The long board still tied to her hands and feet made it impossible to drag her inside.
"UGH!" Emily cried as her head struck the doorjamb several times.
"C'mon, let's untie her."
Emily stopped screaming when she felt the bonds loosening around her wrists and ankles. The board was kicked away. Jack pulled the ropes from her hands and feet, gripping her shoulders and straightening her as she swayed from side to side.
"Inside."
Emily rubbed her injured wrists against her belly. What now? They'd violated nearly every part of her body. Were they going to kill her inside, make snuff pictures and sell them to porno shops? She wouldn't have put it past these men to make a profit from her agony.
"C'mon babe. You enjoyed the fuck outta what he did to you before. Now you're coming in here for him to finish you off."
Emily wondered what Jack was talking about as she stepped into the warmer building. She walked several steps, then stopped abruptly when she saw the large German shepherd standing by a cot.
"Oh, no!"
From behind her Emily heard muttering, then felt a hand shove hard between her shoulders. She stumbled over her own feet, falling finally across an old, rusty, metal framed cot. She sprawled out tumbling onto the mattress, rolling over and failing with a loud thud on the other side of the cot.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, holding her head. When would this end? Then she heard the soft tapping sound of an animal's toenails against the tiled floor. He was coming for her! She felt a flash of terror. The girl scrambled up, climbing onto the cot, holding on to the bars of the frame.
He stared at her naked buttocks, at the welts and burned spots on her otherwise white, smooth flesh. He rubbed his lips with his dirty fingers and chuckled.
"Wanna see if the bottomless pit's got a bottom?"
"Whatcha gonna do?"
"Clean 'er up first," Jack said, looking around for a rag. He found one tucked under the mattress and then rolled the girl around. She grunted, her hair splashing across her face while the two men rolled her back on her ass.
"We got some Seven-Up in the cooler," Bob said, jerking his head toward the tall green metal locker.
"Bring out a bottle."
Emily looked up and saw Bob walk to the locker, open the door and pull out a tall green bottle. Using a small pocket knife, the young marine pried off the top, holding the bottle away from him as the foamy pop sprayed out and splashed to the floor.
"Over here."
Jack stretched out his hand, took the bottle, then tilted it down and shoved the narrow neck up her slot.
Emily shrieked, her lingers opening and closing as a jet of ice-cold pop shot up her hole, making her warm pussy-walls contract, open then shut tight. Emily couldn't believe they were doing this to her. She screamed again and again, closing her legs as much as she could, trying to knock that awful bottle away.
"I think she's okay now," Jack said after giving her three douches of the pop. Emily lay there limply, fizzing soda oozing from her slot.
"Hey, now that she's clean, you mind if I fuck her?" Frank asked.
"Sure, go ahead. Man, she's nothin' more than a fuckin' piece of meat now. We took care of all that fuckin' pride she had before."
Frank did just that, jumping on top of her after sliding his pants down to his knees. He was rough, thrusting rapidly and unevenly as his knees slid along the slick, pop-stained mattress. Emily felt her mind going numb. He was raping her like an animal, no, worse. She could barely feel any sensation in her pussy. But, oh, how he was hurting her!
"Ohhhhh!"
Emily drove the ugly fat marine from her mind. She thought about her home, about the comfort she'd been torn from. The girl wept, the kind of sobbing that excited someone like Frank.
"You think I hurt, eh? Wait 'til I hurt you more."
Frank pumped a little harder, then dug his stubby fingertips in her shoulders while his fat body shuddered over hers. Emily groaned, gritting her teeth together. He was coming, shooting off inside her.
"Not bad, but not a class-A fuck!" he muttered, pushing away from the young teen. Emily was sprawled lifelessly on the cot. She didn't care what they did to her any more. They could have cut out her pussy with that awful hunting knife Frank had and she wouldn't have even let out a scream.
The marines sensed they'd gone about as far as they could with her.
"Bring the bottle over here," Jack said, watching Frank zip up.
"Oh, no," Emily groaned, almost laughing. Were they going to douche her again? Was that their plan… fuck, douche, fuck again, keep repeating that over and over until she finally passed out? She was so weak, so very, very weak she could hardly move her fingers. All that fucking, all that sucking, all that beating had drained her.
"Gonna give you a lover who never gets soft," Jack said, grabbing the empty pop bottle by the rounded bottom and shoving it into her cunt.
Emily let out a soft cry, raising her ass, then letting it fall back as the smooth cold glass penetrated her snatch. Jack corkscrewed the bottle, pushing it in deeper and deeper until she couldn't take any more.