At the same time, Doug shoved down, moving his long cock over her lips. Emily felt his hot leathery balls dangle on her cheeks, resting for a second on her nose before moving over her mouth. He was moaning softly, rubbing his cock-head over her eyes, in her hair, then pulling it down to her lips and trying to jam it into her mouth with one shove.
Emily shivered, twisting her head in spite of the agony in her scalp. She spat out violently, trying to get rid of that awful bleachy taste that had oozed its way in. She cried out again and again for them to stop before they actually hurt her. But the girl's pleas brought back only obscene growls and laughter. And that thumb still tore at her cunt, forcing the velvety lining back while Doug rubbed his cock over her lips again and again, telling her he'd split her head open if she tried to bite his dick.
"Shut up, little whore," Doug snarled when Emily tried calling out for help.
Her body jerked and convulsed in a wild attempt to wrench itself away from the thumb and forefinger now raping her pussy. Her ass wriggled across the dirty boxcar floor. She felt filth working into her sweaty asscrack. Splinters knifed into her flesh as more hands pawed at her body. Looking up again she saw it was Bob, his pants also having slid down to his ankles. His cock was bobbing up and down. Were all three going to fuck her at the same time?
"Man, for as much fuckin' as Tad says she does, she sure's got a tight cunt," Jack said, fighting to keep his thumb in the girl's snatch.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Emily cried out as Jack tried to worm his fingers in deeper. Then, thinking better of it, the young marine pulled out, twisting his hand around and starting to strum Emily's clit gently with the thumb. She twisted around in a counter rhythm to his fingering, her moaning decreasing in intensity. Slowly, a change came over her until the young woman was actually helping the young marine in raping her. Her cries had a different kind of urgency to them. As lack rubbed her tiny clit, caressing it gently while shoving another finger in her tight little cunt, Emily panted and gasped, obviously pleased at what was happening to her body. The young man could feel the tight ring of muscles surrounding her pussy-throat actually throbbing, tightening, sucking his hand in and trying to milk it as if it were a dick.
"Baby, you're a hot little slut, know that? You ain't got no right callin' us anything," Jack snarled. The words stung her pride. And just when she was starting to enjoy this horror. Yes, it was good he'd said that, good that he managed to snap her back to reality. Emily tried clearing her mind. She had to remember just who these people were, what they were. And yet, and yet…
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Man, she's goin' for it," lack whispered as he yanked his thumb from her pussy.
The young marine pulled her asscheeks apart, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light. He kept her asscheeks tugged widely apart as both thumbs caressed her inner cunt-lips. He smeared her thighs with her own juices with his fingers, laughing at her when she shuddered at that cold, greasy feeling. He knew she hated him… hated him and desired him at the same time. The movement of his thumbs and fingers made the girl's heated pussy drip with more and more juice. Ohhh, she was so ashamed of herself, ashamed of the easy way she gave into these animals.
"No more, no more!" Emily gasped unconvincingly. "Oh, please, I don't want any more!"
The girl felt her rising sexuality override every other feeling. Ohhh, somehow the terror that gripped her earlier had turned to this – to something far more powerful than the ordinary sexual arousal she'd felt with Tad.
"God, God – help me!" she cried, thrashing her head from side to side. Emily felt the marine's finger making contact with her cuntal opening. Slowly, very slowly, her wet cunt-lips were spread apart once again. Her fat, greasy cunt-lips were pulled back, peeled away, unstuck and opened, revealing the dark, red moist lining of her snatch.
"Ooohhhh, yeah!"
"Unnnghh!" was all the girl could answer.
Emily twitched, jerking forward and sliding her legs up over his shoulders as Jack's middle finger shot out. Its flicking tip circled her clit, teasing along the edges of her cuntal folds. Emily groaned loud and long, wondering how long the teasing would last.
"Like it, honey? Enjoy! Fuck, she's hot enough down there to fry up a load of potatoes!"
"'Hold 'er tighter," Jack growled to Doug and Bob. He thrust his middle finger all the way in her pussy, stirring it around and around like a spoon. He was enjoying this kind of foreplay, telling her how she was going to feel when he rammed his cock into her pussy. But first he had to widen it hp a little more with his fingers. Emily let out another low guttural moan, the cords sticking from her neck as her soft thighs closed around either side of his wrist. Jack smiled, sticking his finger down farther into the teen's cunt.
"She's finally loosenin' up, I think. Man, I don't think Tad ever had this kinda problem. She's so fuckin' tight 'cause she's hot to trot, right chick?" Jack whispered, his thick lips curling into an ugly smile.
Emily wept now with shame and humiliation. It wasn't enough to be fucked by them. No, they had to be the lowest scum on the earth, the lackies of her father. And how they were debasing her, forcing her face under their filthy bootheels and laughing all the way. A weird sense of regret came over her as the pain decreased. Eventually, if this kept on, Emily understood that she'd actually be helping her tormentors in her humiliation. No, no, she'd do anything to escape that kind of terror.
But when she opened her mouth to scream again, Doug took over, taking advantage of the girl's position. She couldn't protest any more. The young man towered over her, holding his tong cock in one hand while bracing his thick-muscled body with the other. With a groan of delight, he shoved his cock in her mouth, shoving it down all the way until his balls rested on her nose.
"Ummmmgnnhh!"
Emily felt the bile oozing up in her throat. No, no, she wouldn't give them the pleasure of watching her vomit. Fighting the sour, bitter taste down with all her strength the girl gobbled up the fat prong reluctantly, feeling it scrape over her teeth and slide down, down toward the back of her throat.
The finger in her seething little cunt suddenly slipped out, making the girl gasp around the pummeling cock. Jack tucked his knees up under her taut ass, holding his dick down, pointing the bloated head toward her wet pussy. She felt him shove harder against her, sensed him bending over, almost touching Doug as he hunched in for the initial fucking thrust.
"Unnnghh!" Emily groaned. Yet nothing could prevent this rape. Jack guided his cock between her hairy outer labes, watching them quiver and unstick and part under the gentle pressure. Not once did the blood-heavy rod lose contact with the girl's hot pussy-flesh as it sank deep into her hole.
"Keep 'er steady, Doug. I'm goin' all the way in and don't want this bitch to knock me out."
Doug gripped the girl's hair and turned her face a little more toward him. She rolled up her eyes, her mouth open, her jaws slack, her lips drawn thin by the pressure of his cock jammed halfway down her throat.
Emily felt that fat cock pushing aside her pussy sheath, forcing her cunt into a high-ceilinged tunnel. It was as big and strong as Tad's cock… maybe even bigger. Her moans became louder and stronger. The tight little fuck-hole quivered, clamped down, then relaxed as the big young marine shoved more and more inches of his dick into her snatch.
"Fuck 'er, man, and when you get through I want a piece of the action," Bob said, backing away and staring down angrily. He saw there was no immediate chance of having a piece of Emily's ass right now.