"Where… are we going?" she whispered haltingly as the truck veered sharply to the right down Van De Graff. The few lights illuminating this section of the hilly marine base ended. They might as well have been traveling through the desert.
"Little fuckin' shit. I told you what'd happen if you talked," Jack said.
"I swear if, I didn't mean to! It just… came out," Emily confessed. "I couldn't help it," she said, drawing one hand to her mouth and biting her fingernails.
"Don't matter much now. We can't show our faces on base. Good thing we managed to get in through the South Gate, though… one of our buddies let us in." Emily raised her, eyebrows. "Surprise you, eh? You, a fuckin' officer's daughter, probably think everything's run according to the book, right?"
Emily turned her face away and looked through the rear window. They were heading into an area used only during war gaming. In the distance she could see the bright halo of lights where the large Naval Hospital stood.
"Over there."
The truck slowed then turned left again, bouncing along a dirt road. At times Emily thought they were going to overturn. Her teeth chattered as they climbed up a large hill to the right.
"Okay, man, stop here."
"Where the fuck are we?" Bob asked, leaning over the steering wheel and peering into the night. There didn't seem to be anything around for miles.
"Just over the ridge. Can't take the truck up there. Let's take super-cunt with us," lack said, reaching over and unlocking Emily's door. Bob slid out the front seat and opened her door, making sure she didn't try to escape.
"Insurance," he said, looping a small rope around her wrists and binding them tightly together, locking the rope with a double hitch figure eight. Emily felt like a prisoner of war. Jack locked the truck doors, then joined them as they started up the path that wound up from the truck. Looking back, Emily could see the big marine had parked the truck under some pines. No one would spot it. Even if her father had returned from the party early and discovered her missing and called out a search party, no one could find it!
"This way," Jack muttered, pointing to another, smaller path to the left.
Emily picked her way carefully through the tall brush. When they reached the top of the bill, she saw a cluster of four rectangular one story wooden buildings nestled together in a small valley. Camp Pendleton had many of these small compounds usually used as command headquarters for the many training armies during war gaming. At other times they were deserted.
"Down there, babes. No one's gonna bother us here, trust me."
Emily stumbled several times, tumbling to the ground and rolling several feet. Dirt and weeds flew into her face. The blonde teen sobbed, shook her head, begged for them to help her up. But all Jack and Bob did was kick her in the ribs, nudge her with their booted feet and yell at her to get up.
Choking down cries of terror, the blonde teenager shook the hair from her eyes and staggered up, picking her way more carefully down the path toward the compound.
About thirty feet from the first building she heard barking. Freezing, the young teen turned around and looked at Jack. What was going on? The big man stood some distance behind her, his arms folded over his broad chest, that strange smile on his face.
"Somethin' the matter?"
"Barking? You've got dogs here?"
At that point the sound of a door creaking open caught her attention. Emily wheeled around, her eyes growing wide when she saw a tall, thickly built man of about forty step from the building. Something was moving nervously to his right. Only when he approached her did the girl realize it was a large black German shepherd. The girl stepped back, her heart contracting while her pulse raced. She shivered as the dog froze in his tracks, his dark brown eyes rolling up and studying her while his bushy tail drooped and wagged slowly from left to right. She thought she could see the fur around his neck stand up. A low, steady, threatening growl from his throat made the teenager feel faint.
"You got 'im, eh, Frank?"
"Yeah, wasn't that easy, though. Man, security's really beefed up since them fuckin' hippies tried to break into the armory by the South Gate last month," the fat man said, jerking up on the leather leash when the German shepherd started pulling.
"We're gonna convince this little cunt to change her story about Tad," lack said, reaching out and damping his fingers on her right shoulder. Emily winced, feeling pain as he tightened his grip.
"So, this is the little bitch who put Doug and Tad in the brig," the big marine said, his thick lips curling up into a smile.
"I'll change my story! I swear I will, just let me go," Emily gasped, trying to smile.
"Man, I don't trust you. You said you weren't gonna say a damned thing. And there you go, shootin' off your mouth the first chance you get. No, no way! We're gonna make sure you know what the fuck's gonna happen if you cross us again. And man, we're gonna make sure your old man's gonna get shots of his daughter fuckin' if you don't do like we want," Jack said, nodding to Frank. The fat marine grinned broadly, reaching in the pocket of his leather jacket with his free hand and pulling out a small flash camera.
"This mutt been through this before?" Bob asked as Jack moved up to the girl, gripping her blouse by the front and ripping it from the screaming blonde.
"Yeah. 'Course, the ol' man don't know what we use his mutts for when night comes. He thinks they just go to bed or somethin'. Got some Mexican chicks up from TJ couple a' nights ago. Shit, for some booze and fifty, apiece you shoulda seen what them broads went through with two Dobeys!" Frank said, his fat belly jiggling as he laughed.
"No, don't!" Emily cried. She felt her pink blouse torn from her shoulders, ripped down her back and left hanging in ribbons around her bound wrists. Sliding one arm around her waist, Jack then unhooked the front buttons of her skirt, pushing it down to the ground. Emily shivered. All she was wearing now were a bra and a pair of white silk panties, gifts from her father. Closing her knees together, she stood shivering in the night air, her head hunched down into her shoulders.
"Man, nice, tight little ass," Jack said, rubbing his hands over the silky material of her briefs, working it into her tight ass-crack. "Maybe we can get together again tonight after I finish beating the piss outta you. Man, we'll fuck! Who knows, eh, bitch?" he said, raising his eyebrows and enjoying the girl's growing confusion and terror.
"Don't… oh, Tad, please, don't… hurt me," Emily gasped, shaking her head from side to side. If there were only some way she could make them believe she'd change her story.
CHAPTER NINE
"Okay, get 'er outta them panties," lack said, staring down at her spit-drenched briefs.
Bob reached down, curling his fingers around the waistband and yanking off her spit-soaked nylon panties. Then Emily felt him pawing her bra, stretching the elastic band. There was another tearing sound and the halter pulled free of her shoulders. Once more she was naked in front of these animals.
"She'd fuck anything. Man, she's nothin' but a bottomless pit. She's no better 'n some cheap TJ whore," Jack commented.
"No, stop it! That's not true!" Emily cried, clenching her fists. How dare they talk about her like that. Her pride blotted out for a moment what had just occurred.
"Just like every other hot bitch… claims she's a virgin, 'til you slip a dick in 'er," lack said, kicking Emily in the ribs, then spitting into her hair. The girl cried out sharply, shuddering, rubbing the sore area just below her bottom rib. "Let's see just how fuckin' hot she is. Get the ropes."
Bob swaggered down the path and disappeared into the building where lights shone dimly through the dirty windows. Emily sighed, then flinched back when she saw Jack raise his right foot again. Was he going to kick her to death? Of course not. No, they weren't going to kill her. She was far too much enjoyment to them alive. She kept on the ground, the cold wind whipping her hair in her face. In a few minutes, Bob reappeared in front of the building with several pieces of half-inch line in his hands.