"Okay, honey, we're through with you for the night. But you tell your old man what happened and we ain't gonna leave you alone 'til you get buried, understand?" Jack said, reaching down and grabbing the girl by her shoulders. He pulled her up, pinching her chin between his fingers and making her look at him.
"Yes," Emily whispered weakly.
"Good. Someone get him outta dreamland and back into the truck. Get dressed, babe."
Emily managed to find the strength to turn around and crawl over the floor, searching blindly for her clothes. Where were they? The men weren't helping. Jack kicked her skirt to the other side of the boxcar when she nearly had her fingers on it. They laughed at her, taunted her, pinched and kicked her as she searched desperately for her clothing. Anger kept her going… hatred for these men and what they'd done to her. That hatred managed to subdue the pain and exhaustion that normally would have left her collapsed on the floor. She crawled along for nearly ten minutes, groping for her clothes, she winced when they toyed with her, not saying a word when someone stepped on her hands or slapped her injured buttocks. No, they weren't going to get another rise out of her.
Somehow she managed to get her belongings together and slipped them in.
"Okay, babe, have a nice walk home," Jack said, unlocking the door and sliding it back. Doug and Bob lifted lad up from the floor and propped him against one wall of the freight car. Emily glanced over at him and felt a rush of anger. How cold have she been so stupid as to have trusted him? The girl wanted to spit in his face. But right then Emily knew she had to get away from these men before they had second thoughts about letting her go.
"Remember, one word…"
Emily shivered, rubbing her arms with her palms while edging herself down from the car to the loose gravel on either side of the tracks. She covered her ears, trying to block out the derisive laughter she heard coming from the freight car.
"Ohhh!" she cried, falling in front of the boxcar. Quickly the teen scrambled to her feet, chafing her knees and hands on the gravel as she staggered forward, her hands stretched in front of her. Emily had to get away, had to escape from these men. She wouldn't survive another bout with them. Brushing away blinding tears, the blonde girl slipped down the small hilt on one side of the road, crying out as her legs tangled together and she rolled over and over. When she reached bottom, she lay for several minutes in a heap, sobbing hysterically, covering her face with both hands as waves and waves of shame and guilt washed over her. She'd enjoyed what had happened to her actually enjoyed it! Oh, dear God, what had become of her?
Several minutes passed. The cold was beginning to chill her bones. Groaning with the effort, the blonde rolled over on her belly and pushed up, standing unsteadily on her feet. Suddenly she saw a pair of headlights down the road. Were they coming after her? No, this had to be the military police. But they couldn't find her like this. Oh, what would her father say? It was obvious something terrible had happened to her. There would be question and she'd have to tell them the truth.
"Oh!" Emily cried, falling to her knees. She was too weak and exhausted to run any more. The girl fell to the ground again after trying for the last time to run. She sobbed, covering her face, ashamed to face the guards as they squealed to a halt and jumped from their jeep.
The young woman didn't remember much more of that evening. One of the guards recognized her and took her to the jeep, realizing after one glance what probably had happened. There was a long drive, then more people asking questions. Could she tell the truth? Could she risk endangering her life?
Oh, God, what would her father say? As she thought of him there in the military hospital, she heard a commotion down the corridor. In an instant he was in front other, dressed still in his evening formal attire, his medals gleaming under the bright overhead lights, his face red with anger as the nurse told him what had happened.
"Who did it?"
The girl shook her head back and forth, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook violently as sobs racked her body.
"Oh, Frank, those men in the motor pool… I'm sure of it," her mother whispered, putting a restraining hand on her, husband's arms.
Emily shivered, hoping no one noticed her reaction when her mother spoke.
"Please, I want to… to go home," she said in a small voice.
"Take her there. We'll talk later," the doctor said, lifting the shivering girl gently from the chair.
Emily couldn't look at her father and nearly collapsed again at home when he demanded to know what she was doing out in the freight yards. Only her mother and her breaking down time and time again saved her from confessing.
The days turned into one week and still she managed to hold back the truth. Gossip spread quickly over the base as to what happened to the colonel's daughter. Her father came back from the office every day with a dark face, staring angrily at her. Oh, God, even without the full knowledge of what had occurred that evening her father was having his career slowly destroyed.
"She couldn't have been out there for any good reason," Emily heard him shouting to her mother one evening.
"Sh, Frank, she'll hear you!"
"I don't care. She doesn't have to eat with men who look at you and wonder."
Emily felt herself growing sick. Should she leave home? Should she tell the truth? She heard her father had made things rough on the men at the motor pool even though he couldn't prove anything. Would they suspect she'd already said something and take their revenge anyway?
The girl tossed and turned, plagued by those questions. When she finally slept, she had terrible, erotic dreams. She saw Jack, Doug, Tad and Bob running after her, their long cocks wagging in front of them and dripping with cum while she spread her legs invitingly and smiled, playing with herself and inviting them to fuck her.
By the second week things on base had calmed down a bit. New scandals had broken out and Emily's "rape" was mentioned only as an afterthought. The blonde teen was still reluctant to stick her head out in public. Only at night did she leave the house, and then it was only to the edge of the property to get some air. She had no intention of going to the PX. Already stories from her mother about the whispers following her wherever she shopped made the girl sick. And there was always the chance of running into one of those men. How could she handle that?
One evening Emily sat up alone in her bedroom, feeling the silence and isolation closing in on her. She crossed her legs and sat up in bed, staring blankly at the wall. She was being punished for what someone else had done to her. She conveniently forgot by this time the pleasure she'd received that night in the freight car… how she even encouraged them to fuck her. Now the girl only saw those four enlisted men laughing at her, feeling her, pinching and fucking her while she screamed for help. And her silence now was protecting them!
"Damn them!" she cried, her face reddening with anger. Why should she and her family suffer? Emily slid off the bed and ran to the door, throwing it open and calling for her father. "I remember now. I can tell you who raped me!"
The following day the base shook from end to end as her confession was published. Doug and Tad were arrested immediately, although they protested Emily had encouraged them. Somehow, Jack and Bob got wind of the impending warrants and escaped the base seconds ahead of the MP's. After the girl confessed exactly what had occurred that night in the freight car… leaving out, of course, her original reason for going there.
Emily stayed at home, living in terror. Jack and Bob were at large. She remembered the big marine's threat about vengeance. Now it appeared the two imprisoned marines were going to be tried soon. People still wondered why Emily was wandering around that late at night and questioned her story about being kidnapped from her front yard. However, this was the military, and the commanding officer's daughter, whose reputation was spotless, had to be believed!