You're in the navy now

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.

She was submerged in the filth, her body stretched to the tearing point while the dirty waters swirled over her head. Laurie wasn't aware how long she'd remained under the fluid. She tried to hold her breath as long as she could. But her lungs were bursting while her head was light and buzzy. She would have to inhale soon, and when she did she would drown.

They had changed direction while she was wallowing in panic. Laurie felt her head break above the water. The girl let out a blasting breath of air, sucking in more oxygen and coughing from the effort while the filthy slime oozed off her body.

"Man, she's stinking now," Jack commented wryly, moving the controls so the pulleys brought Laurie back to the lip of an inner door.

"She's not fit to fuck now. We'll have to clean her up."

Slowly the girl managed to regain her breathing. Laurie stared with hatred at the men, her face burning with rage while her body continued to drip with the awful stuff. They had nearly killed her, and for what? She felt her shoulders aching still even though the pulleys had been brought back together. Jack moved from the control room, grabbing hold of her ankles and tugging the girl in.

Switching off the machinery, the captain and Jack unfastened the teen from her restraints, dragging her across the deckplates from the compartment to the first space where they had hosed her down earlier. This time, however, the men were in no mood to repeat the first ordeal.

Quickly Jack shoved the groaning, stumbling teen into a small metal shower stall, icing her body down with a shockingly cold spray of water until she was clean. Laurie squealed, shivering under the stream and fighting to get free and run. Jack laughed at her attempts, slapping her across the face and shoving her back so roughly she struck her head several times against the steel plating.

Dazed, shivering, her skin a light shade of blue, Laurie stumbled from the shower stall, dripping with the icy water as she followed the big man across the shower room, through the narrow passageway, and up two accommodation ladders. Her naked feet hurt against the steel plating. She thought the soles of her feet had to be bleeding as Jack dragged and shoved and pushed her along.

At the third level, Laurie instantly knew she was in officers' country. Even though this area too was badly dilapidated, the corridors were larger, the spaces more spacious, and some of the areas were still lined with oak. It was into one of these spaces that the lieutenant pushed Laurie. The captain was waiting for her, his legs spread widely apart, a small whip in his right hand. Laurie threw her arms around her shoulders, shivering like a drowned little animal, her head shaking as if she had palsy while she looked at the paneled walls. This surely was the officers' mess – a large, comfortable room still in spite of what age and time had done with it.

The captain had a sense of theater. He grabbed her hair suddenly, twisting it around until Laurie felt her knees staffing to buckle. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes as she saw the thongs of the whip dangling in front of her. He made her kiss the whip and lick the black leather strips while she curled her toes against the rotting carpet. Laurie looked at the well-oiled leather with loathing.

The girl knew they were going to beat her now, beat the living daylights out of her to see if she were still lively.

"She's a lewd little bitch, a disgrace to the Navy. We never should have let these cunts in. But," the captain said with a rueful shrug, "they're here, so we might as well teach them some discipline."

Taking her by the hand, the captain pulled her roughly through a smaller doorway to a room where a large table had been pushed to the center. A rotting piece of blue canvas covered the oak, something Laurie was grateful for as the captain pushed her toward the table told her to climb onto it.

"On your knees, bitch. That's it," he said, his eyes narrowing.

Jack had disappeared for a moment, returning with an opened chest rattling with rope and several other devices Laurie could only guess at. They pushed her back, keeping her knees back while drawing her feet around until her toes were nearly touching her ass. The resulting strain against her thighs made the girl wince as she wallowed her shoulder blades against the table.

Jack stopped the movement immediately, drawing her hands down while the captain started looping quarter-inch white line around her wrists, attaching them to her ankles. She was bent back, her wrists roped to her ankles in double figure-eight knots. He pushed her hands and legs apart, opening her cunt as a result.

Laurie flushed red, feeling her pussylips unsticking and peeling back, revealing the dark pink moist meat.

"She's hot! Look at this!"

Jack pushed one finger into her cunt, wriggling it around. Laurie closed her eyes, biting down on her pouty lower lip as she shifted her ass from side to side on the table. How she hated the man for making her so hot! She couldn't stop the flow of her juices bubbling from her cunt, wetting down his probing finger as he fucked knuckle-deep into her pussy. Drawing out the finger, Jack sniffed at it, then held it up to the captain's nose.

"That's hot pussy, all right. It seems that our punishment isn't working the way we want it. We'll have to use firmer measures."

Jack understood right away, as did Laurie. The girl raised her head from the table, staring with growing fear as Jack brought out what appeared to be a harness. It was difficult for the men to fit Laurie as she was already roped, her body bent awkwardly back. But Jack managed well enough, sliding a leather collar around her neck and cinching it tight before drawing a strip of black leather between her high-riding tits. A broader band of leather pinched her thighs and drew around her ass while two smaller strips fit tightly against either side of her cunt.

It was that portion the captain enjoyed tightening, fitting the leather over her pussylips and wriggling it until it was slick with her flowing juices. She was trussed up well, the rope keeping her knees bent well back and her ankles and wrists bound together while the harness hugged her body tightly, the leather bands rubbing excitingly against her cunt. The leather was arousing her, making her heart beat so wildly while her pussy tingled and swelled with excitement. She could feel the slickness oozing from her spread-open cunt, wetting down her inner thighs and her spread-open cunt, wetting down her inner thighs and ass while the men looked on and laughed.

"Now, we get to work."

The captain was quick, standing in front of her and bringing down the whip sharply against her spread-open thighs. Laurie jerked, the hot smacking sensation making the teen shriek as she threw her head against the hard table under her. The splatting sound continued as the captain jerked his arm up and brought down the whip again and again until her rippling thighs were marked with long, ugly red marks that contrasted sharply against her white flesh.

Laurie squirmed and whimpered as the belt thrashed against her thighs. More welts criss-crossed over the young girl's body while some of her screams turned to wheezing gasps. Her flesh burned, tingled as if someone had set her on fire. The captain stopped for a while, shaking the sweat from his eyes while rubbing her forearm. Then he resumed with a vengeance, bringing the whip down near the clit. Laurie let out another yammering shriek, feeling a shower of hot electricity burning her cunt. Again the leather smacked dryly near her clit, and again the teen jerked her thighs around, rolling her hips shamelessly while bouncing her shivering, reddening ass against the table. Laurie could feel her nerves growing hotter and tighter around her cunt. Her tiny clit ached and throbbed with more and more delight as the whip scarred her body more heavily. She chewed her lip, turning her face and trying to hide her passion while she felt her asshole opening and closing in time with the beating whip. With the last blow, Laurie raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.

"Man, she's too much," Jack said, puffing down his trousers and walking over to her. He grabbed her hair, twisting it down to force her mouth open. Laurie saw his fat-headed cock just before it pushed into her mouth, moving over her tongue and making her cheeks puff out.

The girl coughed and choked, feeling her own spit gathering at the back of her throat while his hot, thick prick pushed down. Laurie fought for air, feeling her crotch ache and burn while this big man rodded her throat harder and faster. She swallowed again and again, tasting the cum boiling over her tongue and coating her throat while his balls pillowed hotly against her chin. Her pussy quaked and the pressure in her cunt swelled to the bursting point. Laurie couldn't help herself. Her asscheeks opened and closed while her hips rolled in a shameless dance of lust.

"Damn, gotta fuck this bitch," the captain said, throwing the whip down and unzipping his trousers.

Laurie couldn't see him, but felt the table moving under her. He was in front of her now, holding her open. She could smell his sweat, his arousal as he jerked her legs apart and with his callused fingers spread her cuntlips open. She could feel more juices oozing from her pussy, wetting down the strips of leather knifing into her cuntflesh as Jack pushed his prick down all the way until her throat bulged with the hot, thick mass.

Laurie struggled against the ropes holding her arms and legs together, feeling the leather harness cutting into her shoulders and waist. She knew why they had done this to her now. Both men were topping her, exciting her. But the added tension of the rope and leather, the added feeling of something cutting into her, restraining her, fired her senses even more. Laurie screamed with a muffled cry at them and herself, bouncing her body as best she could while she felt the captain rubbing his fat, drooling cockhead against the puckered folds of her cunt. Then the sudden forceful shove that followed sent slivers of sharp delight through her pussy.

Laurie writhed and wriggled, feeling her cunt fill while her tiny clit vibrated. The girl wanted to scream, but couldn't let out one groan. Jack's prick was filling her mouth more and more, sliding down to her throat while his hands pressed against her skull as if he were going to crush it. She wriggled her tongue, tasting more and more of his jizz while he moaned and shifted her thighs from side to side.

The pressure and delight in her cunt were overwhelming. It drilled into her slit and made her nerves vibrate and recoil. She could feel this awful delight all the way through her asshole, then up to her belly and tits. The captain pinched her nipples, biting and chewing down on them while drilling his cock into her again and again. She loved this awful thing happening to her. Her clit glowed like a red jewel while juice sprayed from her cunt and wet down the captain's swinging, leathery balls.

It was all Laurie could do to keep from drowning as Jack cut loose, his balls pumping out gouts of cum and slicking down her tongue and throat with his spunk. The white jizz frothed out around the stretched corners of her mouth as Laurie gulped and swallowed the flowing cum. She felt the captain sticking his fingers in her wet, throbbing cunt, clawing at it, pulling and tearing at her cuntal hairs while fucking her harder, more savagely than before. Her clit was swollen, engorged, throbbing, about to burst while a wild golden ball of excitement was building in her belly. Her clit swelled and stretched while her thighs rippled like the ocean waves.

The captain let out a loud shout, slapping his hands across her nipples until they burned like glowing sulfur. The big man was shouting, hurting her, hitting her while shoving his prick all the way into her hot, sucking cunt. Laurie yammered, feeling him grab the leather strips on either side of her cunt and press them into her throbbing, wet cuntmeat. The feeling was overwhelming, the slick strips biting into her clit while the captain's prick started squirting its hot load of cum deep into her cunt. Laurie screamed, the eruption in her clit deeper and more exciting than anything she had experienced so far. Jack finished her off, pushing his cock in her mouth all the way, then slowly pulling it out while watching the cum dribbling over her chin.

The girl's tits rolled and slapped together while her belly rippled and her cunt clamped down on the cum-spitting prick. Laurie wanted to tighten her pussy even more. But the ropes prevented her from doing even that.

She lay there and whimpered for a long while, thrashing against her ropes, feeling that prick feed more and more jizz into her hot, sucking wet pussy while her asscheeks flattened and bounced alternately against the table. When it was over, the captain let out a long sigh, shaking the sweat from his face while pulling his prick from her slackening cunt. Laurie shuddered, feeling her cuntal membranes puckering outward from the resulting vacuum. Jack was wiping his cockhead over her forehead, tracing his fingers lightly over her cum-smeared lips.

"Man, she was good, real good," Jack said.

"And we're gonna see how the two of them act together – you know, her and the executive officer."

Laurie lay there quietly, listening to the two men speak. She had heard something about this earlier, something about Lieutenant Harrington and what the captain wanted to do to her. Why? Was he that down on women in the Navy? From the way he had treated her today, she pitied any woman who came under his wheels.

"Now, you're gonna tell Ms. Harrington that you want to talk to her about the lieutenant here," the captain said after conferring with Jack. "That you lied to her. That you've got more to tell. She's been sniffing around me like a hound, sure there's something going on. Well, I'm not going to disappoint her."

They worked out the details, drawing out a promise from Laurie as she lay there in misery.