Paul Gable: You_re in the navy now

"A taste," he said with a grin, "a taste of what you put me through with your stupid confession. I'll be damned if a little slut like you is going to ruin my career."

"But it's true," Laurie complained, sobbing through her tears.

"So what?"

Laurie felt another scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air that burned her throat. She backed away, tugging at the rope, a silver trail of her juice trickling down her inner thighs.

Jack glanced down and saw the telltale sign of arousal and grinned more hellishly. Laurie was about to scream when she felt him push something awful-tasting in her mouth. It was a dirty handkerchief stuffed way down into her throat. He secured it to her skull with several wrappings of tape. When she struggled, he slapped one hand against her temple, stunning her into immobility.

Laurie couldn't think straight. It was as if she were outside herself, watching herself and unable to move while Jack began taking off his shirt. She watched him strip off his khaki officer work uniform until he stood there just in his jockey shorts. He was enjoying himself immensely. She could see that in the way the piss-flap of his white cotton briefs was bulging out, pushed that way by his stiff prick. Her head throbbed dully. He was going to kill her, or at least make her wish she were dead. The space was quiet, the only sound being her occasional moans through the cotton gag. When she finally came around, the girl found herself face to face with the lieutenant. Laurie shrank back, feeling the same disgust and horror she had felt when she discovered the rat nibbling at her.

"Now, are you going to tall the captain you lied?" Jack asked, twisting her arm again and making her kneel down at his feet.

Once more Laurie shook her head.

"Good. You don't buckle under easily. That's better than half these girls who whimper whenever you so much as look at them, let alone fuck them."

Jack slapped her across the face, his palm smacking dully against her ear and stunning the girl while she fell sideways to the hard, cold floor. With his bare heel Jack pressed his foot against her ankle, making the teen cry out in pain. She twitched and jerked against the plating, her thighs rubbing painfully over the cold steel while she chomped down on the gagging cotton.

The lieutenant raised his thick bushy black eyebrows, pleased more than ever at her resistance. Moving slowly to his khaki shirt, he bent over, withdrawing a packet of cigarettes and tapping one out.

"You don't smoke, I imagine. Not too many young people do. It's a filthy habit, one I plan to kick. But right now," he said with a smile as he pulled one from the yellow packet and pushed it into the corner of his mouth, "I'm glad I'm still hooked."

He stood to one side of her, lighting the cigarette quickly, then bringing it up to the girl's right nipple.

"You know, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain. I think," he said, his lips curling into a knowing smile, "you enjoy this and are purposely holding out just to feel more pain. Some people are like that, you know."

Again Laurie shook her head no, looking away from the big man as he brought the glowing tip of the cigarette up to her pink nipple.

At first the teen thought he was going to tease her with that thing only. He seemed to be drawing it away. But then Jack brought the hot tip up against her nub, watching as her face grew white with agony and her body jerked away.

Laurie thought she would faint from the pain. She screamed through the spit-soaked gag, biting down hard while the hot, searing pain tore through her burned nipple. Stumbling back, the girl tripped over her own ankles, falling toward the floor but kept partially upright only by the restraining ropes.

Jack grinned approvingly, taking another puff of the cigarette and blowing the blue smoke into her face. Laurie coughed, doing her best to breathe while she endured the pain of that burning injury.

Jack moved up again, squatting behind her and bringing the burning tip of the cigarette an inch away from the tendon of her left inner thigh. The glowing head reddened her flesh. She writhed against the wall, a sob moving past the salty gag in her mouth. She looked from the cigarette to Jack's face, seeing how his dark blue eyes glittered with wild excitement while his cock was pushing open the front of his shorts. Laurie strained not to, cry out. But then he touched the head of the cigarette to her skin, drawing it up, up toward her cunt.

The girl wriggled, jerking back, flattening her body against the rusty bulkhead. But Jack pursued her, holding her quiet with one hand while drawing the cigarette up, up until it was close to her cunt. She could hear the crackling, the sounds of her pussy hairs burning, turning black and curling back from the heat of the cigarette. The pain was horrible. More juice seeped from her pussy to put out the flames, the horrid fire burning into her cunt. With a tearing pain in her throat, her breath went out, dragging a moan with it. Laurie felt her tears flow, stinging the small cut on her temple.

"Good, very good," he said, drawing the cigarette away for a moment, then pressing the glowing head just a quarter inch below her clit.

She thought the world had ended. Laurie screamed, her head snapping back while more shrieks tipped from her throat. Her knees snapped together as she twisted to the left, her body shivering from the horrid pain. Jack moved around to the front, gripping her hipbones and wheeling the girl around before throwing her like a sack of shit against the bulkhead. Laurie screamed through the gag yet again, feeling her skull crush against the cold steel. He was jabbing two fingers into her cunt, pushing them in and twisting them around until he brushed against her cherry.

"Well, I'll be…"

Jack looked at her with surprise, his smile fading for a second.

"You're a fuckin' virgin. Never thought I'd run into one of those again who wasn't a nun. Shit! Well, I'm not going to mess my prick up with that."

Laurie felt herself deflate with relief. He would leave her alone. How nice that was! Perhaps he had done all he was going to do. She had won! She wouldn't give into him, wouldn't lie to the captain.

But her triumph was short-lived. Lieutenant Barrington twisted her around again until her arms crisscrossed over one another, her wrists chafing horribly against the cutting hemp. Her knees slammed against the bulkhead, the caps aching from the blow while he told her to stay in that position or suffer the consequences. Laurie did as she was told, her chest heaving and rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. It was difficult to obey his orders, hearing the young officer scurrying about behind her. When he came back to the girl, Laurie felt a cold shiver run up and down her spine. Something awfully cold was pressing against the back of her neck.

It was then Laurie felt something sharp rip down her back, stopping at her asscrack. She jerked her head around, finding herself eyeing what appeared to be a long spike with sharp sides. It was a marlin spike, dangerous-looking and lethal if used improperly. She and the other cadets had seen experienced boatswains use it to sew sails or other types of canvas together as well as thread heavy hemp through small holes. Jack held this like a knife, running the point along her right call.

Laurie gasped. She curled her toes against the floor plates, feeling her chest tighten. Jack held the rusty spike in an easy, accustomed grip. Quickly he sliced a thin line across her right asscheek.

Laurie jerked, trying to inch away from the sharp, cutting pain. Pushing her tongue against the handkerchief, she managed to shove it to one side, backing up against the wall, bracing her knees against the plating.

Jack was licking his lips while red oozed from the stripe on her right asscheek. Laurie wanted to ask him what he was going to do to her. But terror kept her from saying one word. Instead the young girl shivered with absolute terror, a fear that anesthetized her mind and body as she didn't dare look back at the man behind her. She tried closing her eyes. But something kept her alert, refusing to give in one inch as she felt the juice flowing from her pussy and trickling through the frazzled forest of her cunthairs.