Paul Gable - You_re in the navy now

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.

They had given her nearly one week to recuperate. It had been all she could do to keep the horror from her mother. Tucking her dressing gown around her whip-scarred body, Laurie padded half in a daze about the house, pretending she had a bad cold when all she could think about was how the men had raped her.

Rape? The girl let out a sharp, callous laugh, remembering how she had rutted in front of the men while they drilled their pricks into her. She had loved every second of it, twisting and wriggling under their bodies while they fucked and beat her. Even when they had dangled her over the filthy water, nearly drowning her in that cesspool, Laurie had felt a perverse excitement that made her body sing with unholy delight.

And now they were going to use her to lure someone else into that twilight world. At first Laurie thought she would refuse them. They could get someone else to do their dirty work. But then fear and curiosity got the better of her. It was, coming close to the drill weekend when Laurie and her other compatriots would be at the Reserve Center. It would be a perfect setup for poor Lieutenant Harrington who was already sure the lieutenant and possibly her Captain were up to no good.

That following Saturday, Laurie trembled all day, feeling guilty and excited all at the same time. At a signal from the captain she walked into the executive officer's office and quickly told the woman she had to speak with her later, much later, when there weren't so many people around. The barge was a good place. Yes, the XO knew it, but wasn't it odd meeting her there when her office was a perfectly good place and private? But Laurie was insistent, nearly breaking down into mock hysterical tears before rushing away.

She was amazed at her own duplicity, at the way she could fool someone who was perfectly innocent and only wanted to help. She thought about turning around and warning her. But something kept Laurie quiet. Instead she waited, then duly slipped from the Reserve Center shortly after sixteen hundred hours and hurried toward the deserted barge. The captain, of course, was still occupied with reserve center business. But Jack was there, waiting for her at the head of the quarterdeck. Automatically, Laurie found herself saluting the young big man who was still in uniform.