You're in the navy now

CHAPTER FOUR

The boatswain's knot pressed painfully against Laurie's wrist, crushing the tiny bones and making her upper arms cramp and ache while her knees knocked agonizingly against the steel bulkhead in front of her. She thought she could catch glimpses of that awful rat in the dark corners. But the marlin spike piercing her asshole made her more conscious than ever of Jack's brutality. The world sank away except for the big lieutenant and his savagery.

He switched once more to her cunt, rocking the tip down to her clit. Laurie cried out, her teeth chattering with terror and pain as she arched her spine and presented her naked ass to the lieutenant. Jack grunted with approval, twisting the spike wound and starting to penetrate her pussy with the jagged piece of rusty steel.

He rocked the spike back and forth regularly now, purposely keeping the point of the object pressed just under her clit. At other times Jack moved the spike around, slitting her cuntlips lightly. The stinging pussy juice dribbling across those tiny wounds made her clit swell all the bigger. Laurie found a hotter, more intense lust flowing out from her overheated crotch. She fought with herself, knowing that it just wasn't right. But still the excitement flowed more and more, making her pant like an animal.

"Slut! Slut!"

He was calling her such dreadful names, making her feel as if she were nothing more than a cheap whore. But how was she reacting? Would a decent girl have her pulse racing like this? Would a good girl feel her blood boiling between her shivering legs while that awful marlin spike slipped deeper into her wet, hot clutching fuckhole? Looking around once more, she saw Jack stroking his long, thick cock sticking straight out from his jockeys.

Laurie let out another cry. The tip of the spike sliced through her clit folds. The hot, searing pain was inseparable from the electric-like thrill of the direct cutting contact.

Laurie thought he had taken out another cigarette. Her slit cuntlips were on fire, burning as if sulfuric acid had been smeared onto them. The constant flow of her cuntal fluid across and into the cuts created the hot sensation, making her gasp and twist. Her head still throbbed from the beating, the slaps. The pounding pulse amplified itself in the rising bruise on her temple. She thought he would cut out her womb, shove that spike past her cherry and on into her belly where he would kill her.

Somehow that notion made her cuntjuice flow faster. Laurie felt the rising warmth of her aroused flesh, her belly tightening while her asscheeks danced and jiggled as if he were beating her.

Thank God! He had dragged the spike back, stinging a long cutting line to her thigh. Those awful buzzing flashes ebbed from her pussy, making the girl relax and sag from her cuffs.

Instinctively Laurie shoved her taut ass back at the lieutenant. The tip of the spike slipped around the rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her shitter. Laurie, with a sudden flash of shyness, wanted to bide her aroused pussy from the man. The spasm in her asshole let her cunt unclench, and the air in her overheated pussy blew out. She shot a quick look back at him. Jack still stroked his long prick, oblivious to her failing cunthole.

Laurie knew she was disgracing herself. Her body was hungry for that thick red-headed prick. It would be her first fuck in her pussy. It would be the second time with this savage who had brutalized her ass, raped her in a place most women never think of using sexually. He had used and abused her there, reaming her out, threatening to cut her to pieces. And now he was piercing her asshole again, the pricking stabs forcing the brown rubbery ring of her shitter inward. The same forbidden pleasure she had felt after shitting from a Mexican meal rose in her once more. For an instant she let herself imagine Jack fucking her in the ass once more.

The lieutenant was panting now, still jacking at his prick. His fingers moved on the slippery shaft faster and faster. He poked the tip of the spike into her puffy cuntlips. Laurie rolled her ass around, loving the way the cuts acted like tiny fires in her cuntflesh. Laurie's nervous sweat stung her more and more, rivulets running down her sides and off her stinging nipples.

Laurie felt the blind stabs of the spike against her cherry. He was pushing it in, jabbing the thing against the tightly bunched flesh, until a white-hot pain exploded between her legs. Laurie's eyes bugged out, her jaw slackening while her body shivered and bucked forward, away from the pain. But Jack stayed with her, fucking down with the spike, twisting it around until the tip finally pierced the thin membrane.

"Eaghghghghghhghh!"

It was worse, far worse than the pain she had endured when he'd fucked her in the ass. Laurie tried crawling up the bulkhead, her knees banging against the wall while the dreaded spike burrowed up into hot, virgin territory. She screamed and cried, thrashing her body wildly while her tits pillowed against the cold wall in front of her. Blood flowed from her chafed wrists, trickling down her lower arms while something popped in her right shoulder. Again and again the spasms of pain shot through her cunt, rocketing up her spine and exploding like dynamite into her skull. Jack laughed at her, striking her several times with closed fists against the back of her skull.

Laurie managed to regain some control of her sobs, realizing she would choke on her own saliva and tears if she kept on. And to her surprise the pain gradually ebbed while the stroking of the spike up and down her slick cuntal channel actually soothed the sore, torn tissues of her pierced cherry. Jack saw her change in attitude and grinned, shoving the marlin spike nearly all the way in before twisting it out slowly, dropping the instrument with a clatter onto the floor.

Laurie sagged in her restraints, feeling so empty, defeated, humiliated. She felt his long powerful fingers digging into her thighs and thought once more he would fuck her in the ass. But now she felt the conical head of his cock slithering over the slippery cuntal crack, the salty drop of cum on his cockhead setting the wound on her clit on fire. It burned like sulfur, making her roll her hips forward, then back.

It was a surprise, the surprise of her life. He was fucking her, doing the thing her mother had dreaded for so long. And now it was happening with a man who her parents had trusted. She closed her eyes tightly, her mouth a tight scar while a lump of fear lodged in her throat; Laurie cried out, staring at the rusty red bulkhead in front of her. He was pushing in, grunting like a pig, sweating onto her body while his jagged fingernails tore at her abused flesh.

Again and again he ordered her to recant. And again and again she resisted, shaking her head, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. The lieutenant leaned forward a bit, forcing the long thick prick into her cunthole. It was like a long greased finger. The heavy, fear-driven flow of her juices made the girl's tissues slick for the invading prick.

Laurie groaned, her head falling back, feeling his cock slipping halfway into her torn, dripping cunt. Jack let go of her thighs for the moment and slid his fingers up, gripping her tits and mashing them in. When he pinched her sore nipples, Laurie let out another cry.

"You like this, don't you? Baby, I think the worst thing to happen to you now would be if I stopped this."

She knew it was true. Something had flipped inside her, some switch had been thrown. She found she actually enjoyed the pain and insult of his fucking. He was on her like a dog on a bitch, fucking her to prove his power. And she let him. Any decent woman would make him kill her instead. And Laurie was hanging there, rutting like a dog in the gutter, wanting more. She hunched back against him even harder, the whole length of his cock stuffed up into her drooling cunthole. She felt him stretching her itchy, bleeding membranes. She felt the cockhead like a plum on a pole, driving around inside her, making her move her hips around in a counter-motion as she whimpered for more. Again and again Laurie begged him to stop, tried to halt the dreadful chain of thoughts building in her mind. But nothing could help. She tried to clench her cuntal muscles tight enough to stop his driving prick. The only thing that did was increase the delightful hot sensations that took her breath away.

Laurie sobbed. The bruising, clawing fingers on her tits made every ounce of her boobs ache. Jack twisted her nipples viciously, biting at the back of her neck until he broke the skin. She wished he would tear the aroused tips off her tits. That would stop the fierce heat they telegraphed to her cunt.

Jack bit down harder, making the girl throw back her head and shout out her unholy delight.

She jerked back, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. Jack was fucking her harder now, his belly slapping against her blood spotted ass. She could feel the wiry hairs of his cockbush against her asshole while the itching, burning sensation around her cunt drove her crazy. The teen shoved back, enjoying the sensation of having that pounding prick savaging her. Laurie wanted more – more of the feel of fucking, more of his prick pummeling her cunt while it nudged aside her organs. All she wanted was to have every feeling increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of delight in her belly throbbed with orgasm and swept over her.

"Ahhhh, fuck me, cock me, cock me!"

Laurie cried her obscenities again and again, dredging up foul words and phrases she never remembered having heard. The throbbing ache in her tits needed more. She forced the stiff tipped tits against his greedy, clutching fingers. Jack knew what she needed and gave it to her. The twisting, scratching pain in her nipples was like the fire that burned through all her nerves. Even the soft firmness of her ass tensed, the crack grabbing at the man's cock hairs.

"You're gonna do what I want, baby, do it and you'll never regret it," he growled, biting down on her neck once more. "Never, never!"

But Laurie knew the hated excitement coursing through her veins would make her agree to anything. With just a little more action she knew he was going to bring her off. The blast-furnace heat in her cunt grew more and more intense, more concentrated to a prickling spasm that made her cuntal walls buckle and melt. The girl ground her teeth now. She clamped down hard on that fucking cock. She focused on her clit, on her asshole, on her nipples that burned with a surprising fury. She could feel his cock thickening. The pounding beat of his cock thrusts slowed for a moment, then resumed with a frenzied urgency. She could hear him grunting harder, his teeth chomping down on her flesh as if he were going to feast on her body.

With a furious, savage jab, his cockhead banged against her womb. Laurie felt the blunt point bounce off her cervix. Then came the blast of jizz, that eruption of white-hot spunk that gushed out over her cuntal walls. Laurie let out a whooshing breath she had held, her cuntal walls crashing in. She surrendered herself completely, feeling her pussy clutching wildly, greasily at the spurting cockhead. She could hear herself screaming while blast after blast of cum spattered against her cuntal walls. The terrifying impact of her cum ripped outward from her pussy. She could feel it in every cell of her body. Never, ever would she have believed that climax could be this all-encompassing.

Jack was shouting something out to her, clutching and clawing at her body while she came and came and came. Her cunt milked more jizz from his prick as she rolled her forehead and knew that Jack had her where he wanted her. Never, ever would she disobey him again.

"Man, oh man," he whispered, arching back from the girl and watching with obvious delight as he pulled his softening cock from her drooling fuckhole. Laurie felt that withdrawal, the vacuum setting her clit off once more into another tiny spasm. She pressed her body against the cold bulkhead, her arms shivering while she felt his flanged cockhead slipping from her cunt.

She was exhausted and defeated. Jack had done his work on her and now stepped back to admire the consequences. He moved to her right, pushing her head up and brushing the loose blonde hair shading her eyes.

"Now, you're not gonna keep up your story, are you?"

Laurie shook her head from side to side as he pulled the spitty gag from her mouth.

"You'll tell the captain that you're a little slutty liar, right?"

His voice was so even, so matter-of-fact. Laurie didn't have a chance to think. She nodded her head.

"That's good. Because now you'll walk away from here. Later, I couldn't promise the same thing."

Laurie fell to the deck after Jack had loosened the ropes binding her wrists together and to the bulkhead. She lay there for some time, feeling the blood come back to her fingers in tingly form while she drew her knees up to her tits.

"Okay, come here."

When she didn't move Jack grabbed her right wrist, twisting it around until she cried out, then dragging her over the uneven steel deck plates. Laurie jerked her body around, pummeling her ankles and heels against the floor while half rising from the deck. The steel was cutting into her flesh as the lieutenant pulled her over the floor, through the passageway, and down, down into the fetid bowels of the barge. They stopped in front of a half-opened door, the lip of which had rusted long ago from the salt air.

"Just in case you have any ideas of turning your promise around…"

He gripped her by the hair, kicking her legs and torso around until she tumbled over the lip into an abyss. It was dark in there. Her nostrils filled immediately with a dank, wretched smell that reminded her of an unflushed toilet. She could hear scrambling around inside, the sounds of hundreds of living things tumbling over one another from that sudden intrusion.

"Rats, baby, thousands of 'em around in here. Sometimes they crawl up outta this place. But they'd love to have a good feast on you."

Laurie screamed, her fingers clawing at the slick bulkhead while her hair began tearing from her scalp. She shrieked, the pain agonizing in her head. But even worse was the possibility he would lose his grip and send her plummeting to a hellish death. Another swell caught the barge starboard and lurched the ship. A porthole cover became dislodged and a stream of light peeked from round the curve, illuminating just for an instant the immediate area. There they were, a moving furry carpet of rats, their sharp white teeth and beady red eyes sparkling with hunger while they squealed and squeaked angrily at her.

Laurie shrieked again, pissing on her thighs, her tits flopping against one another while her toes banged and kicked at the sides.

Jack let the girl hang there for some time until she had screamed her throat raw. Only then did he pull her up, letting her roll to the floor. She grabbed her throat, retching and gagging, her mind blank with the horror of what she had just endured.

Laurie screamed and screamed when she could, covering her ears and eyes as she saw those awful rats crawling over one another. They would chew her alive. Lurching forward the girl threw her arms around his ankles, begging him not to do this again. She would do anything, even lie about what he'd done to her.

Jack slammed the door shut, dogging it down before reaching up and pulling the hysterical girl to her feet. He had to slap her several times before bringing her back to her senses.

"Now, you understand, this isn't going to disappear," he remarked, nodding in the direction of the door. With a hard, painful grip he sank his fingers into her white shoulders, thrusting her against the now-locked door and watching as the girl shuddered and pissed on her shivering thighs once more. "Good, now you tell the good captain what you've done, and I'll see things don't happen to you. You might even stay in as a Sea Scout. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Laurie wanted to faint, but somehow managed to nod her head, follow him out to where he had dumped her clothes. She was wretched, but still feeling oddly pleased with what had happened.