Jerking backward, falling on her ass, Laurie let out a long groan. She could feel that water setting up a lusty flash of fire on her clit. She doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast of erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her.
No, she wouldn't give in to these men. She rolled onto her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the moving stream. Her long blonde hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders while her knees scraped bloodily over the deck plates. The captain shot the chemical right between her long thighs, sending the white foamy stuff boiling into her cunt. The resulting sting made her clit stand straight up, her knees snap protectively together.
Someone kicked her. Laurie rolled back, crawfishing on her ass, feeling the hose looping over one of her ankles while Jack drove the icy water into her cunt. She panted heavily, looking from one man to the other, her body sweating from arousal and panic. The captain hosed her down once more with the foam, laughing as she screamed and waved her hands maniacally over her face and body. The shame and pain of feeling herself crawl around naked in front of these men made her want to give up. Then Jack once more hosed her down, spraying the burning foam off her body, then directing the heavy rush of water into her cunt. Laurie rolled over and over, her body banging hard against the bulkhead behind her.
The captain turned off the chemical, throwing the heavy hose to one side while Jack finished hosing the mix of foam and water down a drain to the far left. Laurie lay on her right side, her hands covering her face, her knees drawn up against her belly. She was gasping for breath, her skin prickling and burning from the chemical burns. She looked up through the wet tangle of her hair, seeing the captain sneering down at her. He put his booted foot down on her pussy, working the toe into her cunt. Laurie cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust, letting her upraised knees fall open. She tried to stop the insane growth of her cuntal heat by knocking that boot away. But the captain still kept it there. She turned her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air.
"Get up."
His words were harsh, authoritative. Gathering her strength, Laurie stood up carefully, her feet slipping on the slick deckplates. Carefully the captain pushed her forward, jabbing two fingers into her asshole just as she started climbing out of the space.
Laurie squawked, losing her balance and tumbling over the sill onto the floor in front of her. The captain planted one booted foot on her ass, kicking her several times against the tailbone until Laurie stretched out her arms and crawled forward to get away from the aching pain of his foot against her butt. Her hair streamed out between her jutting shoulder blades as she crawled inch after agonizing inch away from the men behind her, unaware of where she was heading. They were herding her like a cow, beating and whipping her with their feet and hands, laughing as she shivered and groaned until she came to the end of the passageway.
"We've got her cleaned up now. Let's see if the little twit can take as much as you say," the captain said, his eyebrows arching.
CHAPTER SIX
Laurie rolled her head from side to side, her arms muscles stretching while she dangled there helplessly over the cargo hold. The quarter-inch line they had roped around her wrists to hold the teen securely was biting cruelly into her flesh.
Laurie whimpered, her legs scissor kicking. She tried not to move. Her shoulders ached when she made even the slightest motion. Being suspended from the cargo-handling pulleys over the black void struck terror in the young girl. Her tits were pulled flat against her chest while Jack and the captain worked the rusty machinery in the loft to the right. It was difficult to see in there. But Laurie could detect a series of pulleys over head that moved independently over one another on a myriad of tracks. There were more whirring noises.
Laurie felt her wrists separating, pulling apart from one another slowly. She rose a bit in the air, her body tensing while a pulse of terror spasmed through her. Snapping her head upright, the girl stared first at one arm, then the other. They were stretching her apart. Her arms were nearly perpendicular to her torso now. She could feel the nerve endings separating in her wrists while her fingers were growing icy and numb. Wildly the young girl looked from left to right, her legs jerking back and forth while her chest and throat tightened in terror.
Throwing her head back, Laurie let out a wild scream of despair. She could feel her shoulders separating now, the bones pulling apart in their joints while horrible spasms of sharp pain ached through her limbs. The pulleys overhead rattled and groaned, tugging her arms yet farther apart while the young teen shrieked.
Just when the girl thought she would surely die from the agony, the pulleys stopped, Jack and the captain reversing the pulley direction and allowing Laurie's arms to relax against their bonds. The blonde teen let out a sigh of relief, her head falling forward, her hair curtaining her flushed face. Tears rolled from her eyes, staining her cheeks as she peered down into the blackness. Soon her arms were well overhead once more, her thumbs touching one another while some feeling came back into her fingers. She heard more whirring sounds. Laurie jerked her head around, her eyes widening as she stared at the men.
"No, please, no more! Please, don't do this to me again!"
Jack shouted out something filthy to her. The pulleys moved apart again, pulling her arms out and stretching them until Laurie jerked like a tautly pulled wire. Something odd happened then. While wide apart, the pulleys started moving downward, moving the stretched screaming girl deeper and deeper into the musky blackness below her.
Laurie stopped shrieking, panting heavily through her flared nostrils as she stared wild-eyed into the darkness engulfing her. She was terrified to move, ignoring for a moment the terribly agony knifing through her muscles. Lights switched on, enabling the girl to see the entire cavernous cargo hold she was in. Thank God, she thought, there were no rats. But clearing her eyes Laurie saw the hold was filled a good deal with rusty, stagnant water. The pulleys continued to lower her, keeping her arms stretched painfully apart from her body. It was only when her toes touched the fetid filthy seawater that Laurie realized they were going to duck her in the awful smelly morass.
"No, no, you'll drown me! You'll kill me! Oh please, I'll do anything," she cried wildly, jerking her head up and shouting at the sneering men above her. "I'll do anything! Fuck me! Dick me! Oh God in heaven, please, please don't do this to me!"
She made wild promises to do awful things, anything to keep herself from the water that now was up to her ankles. It was warm, oily, rusty. And still the pulleys moved downward. Laurie screamed again, jerking and twisting, kicking her legs until they splashed like an egg beater in the water. The pulleys jerked for a moment and slowed, giving her the brief hope that the men would stop. But then the machinery whirred back into action, moving down, down, drawing the girl deeper into the water.
Laurie felt the mess swirling around her cunt and asshole now. She made grunting sounds, her belly turning over as the filthy water sloshed into her pussy and seeped into her bowels. The pulleys seemed to be moving apart a little farther, tearing her muscles and ligaments while numbing her nerves from all the agony. The rusty water swirled around her tits, buoying them up and setting them floating in front of her.
Laurie pulled her head back, her eyes starting from her head, perspiration matting her hair down against her skull while she breathed heavily through her mouth. The water splashed around her chin now, the smell making her cough and gag with disgust. Her long blonde hair floated out behind her while her body was stained with the filth. Laurie managed to shriek out one last bleating plea before the water closed over her mouth and nose, and finally over her head.