Tied up teenager

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.

"See? She's got a bottom after all," he said wryly, raising his eyebrows and smiling more broadly. "Now I wanna see you fuck it!"

Emily moved her thighs. They rose and fell slowly at first, then moved more quickly as the coldness warmed in her cunt. She closed her eyes and let her imagination take over. She visualized, all the men she'd ever known… all of them known in the past few weeks. Cocks… inches of hot dickmeat stuffed in her cunt. And now this thing, this awful act being committed to her.

"Uhhhh!"

The bottle drilled her cunt. Her juices flowed out. Her cunt bristled alive with lust.

"Uhhhuhhhghhh!"

Emily jerked her hips, raised her ass. Jack couldn't stand it any more. He fell on her, kneading her wits while Bob unzipped his pants, moved around to the top of the cot and shoved his cock into her mouth while holding her hair in his hands. The smell of their dirty trousers, the sensation of the rough material against her face excited her. The rough hands on her tits, that bleachy flavor in her mouth, the utter depravity of the act… everything excited her.

Her cunt sucked the bottle in deeper. The smooth finish slid softly against her pussy. Her clit swelled and exploded. The force shot the bottle from her cunt while Bob blew off in her mouth.

"She's nothin' better 'n a whore," Jack muttered, examining the juice-slicked bottle.

Emily sadly had to agree.

"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 fast, 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.