Paul Gable - You_re in the navy now

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.