"That was good, Cadet Laurie Wooster," Lieutenant Barrington said, narrowing his eyes while grinning down at the cringing girl.
When Laurie started to open her mouth she felt him grip her by the jaws, snapping her head back until her skull cracked against the concrete wall. It was impossible for her to breathe. He was clutching her throat with one hand while pressing the fingers of his other hard against her jawbones. Shocks of incredible pain exploded in her brain while her legs scissor-kicked back against the cinderblock wall.
"And listen to this, bitch. If you say one thing to anyone – one thing – I'll make sure you'll regret it. The Navy, my Navy," he corrected, "has ways of dealing with squealers, understand?"
Laurie would have agreed with the devil to have that grip lift around her throat and jaws. She nodded her head as best she could, feeling the pressure relax immediately around her throat. She coughed, gripping her neck with both hands while staggering away from the wall. Lieutenant Barrington wiped his hands on his thighs, indicating with a nod of his head she was free to go.
"And remember, not one word."
Laurie would never forget that command.
CHAPTER THREE
"I find that hard to believe, Cadet Wooster." Laurie felt her cheeks burning with shame as she shuffled her feet back and forth under the high-backed wooden chair she was seated in. Captain Farraday looked ashen, his fingers pressing against one another as he stared hard at her. It had nearly been one week since Jack had fucked her, raped her, she thought bitterly, her asshole still smarting at times whenever she thought of that fat prick reaming out her shitter.
She hadn't told anyone. But images of Captain Farraday, the highest moral force in the Navy, Laurie thought, haunted her nightly. She had to tell him what Lieutenant Barrington had done to her. It was her duty, no matter what happened.
"It's true, Captain," Laurie sniffed, wiping her nose and feeling as if the floor would fall from under her.
"I… I don't know what to say. Of course, there'll be an investigation."
"Oh, no, no, please, no!" Laurie exploded, wringing her hands and looking wildly at the captain.
She remembered Jack's threat, the awful way he'd looked at her. She was certain he would get back at her, if not today, then another day, but he surely would seek his revenge. She could still feel his fingers around her throat while his jizz oozed from her stretched, violated asshole. There would be whips, more pain, more fucking. Her mind whirled at the horrid possibilities while her cunt swelled and sweated as well.
"I'm afraid I have no choice," the captain said with a shrug, his face darkening as he stared at her. "You realize, if I find there's no cause for your accusations, you'll have a good deal to answer for."
Laurie nodded her head sharply up and down, feeling as if a weight had been dropped on her shoulders. She wanted to run from the room but still sat there as Captain Farraday took down her report, grimacing every now and then as she grew graphic. When it was over, he dismissed her with a sharp nod. Laurie grabbed her hat and rushed from his office, gasping for breath. She hardly heard greetings from Kathy Beddingfield, the reserve centers executive officer who was in charge of the Sea Cadet program. It was only when she ran into Jack Barrington at the side doorway that the girl realized what she'd done.
"I heard about what you're doing," he said, his mouth pulled tightly across his teeth. "I saw you in there with the captain."
His fingers were gripping her arm tightly now, twisting it around until Laurie was about to scream. She bent over at the waist, feeling her elbow joint cracking as he continued twisting her about and pushing her against the wall. The girl looked around, her eyes wide with fright and pain. She could call out. But something kept her quiet.
"You little slut. You like doing what we did, then you turn around and turn me in. I'm not gonna stand for that," he whispered, jerking her arms back. "We've got places for bitches like you. Remember, I told you that?"
It was a nightmare come true. Laurie twisted away from him and rushed to the small hall that emptied into a rear courtyard. She hammered her fists against the locked glass door, turning around just in time to see Jack's right arm cocked high. She screamed once just before his clenched fist smashed against her right jaw. There was a horrible shock of pain, then blackness.
How long she had remained unconscious Laurie had no idea. When she awoke, she felt her brain filled with fuzz. At first the teen had no idea where she was. A sharp biting sensation on her arm brought her around. Blinking her eyes clear, the girl found herself face to face with a hungry brown sewer rat who had tentatively approached her and had bitten her elbow.
Laurie screamed, jerking back and frightening the hungry rodent. That was when she realized something was restraining her. Again she pulled, realizing that her movements had been severely limited. She looked around wildly, her eyes taking in the low-ceilinged room, the rusty gray metal walls around her. Laurie thought she could hear gentle sloshing sounds behind the wall. The air was warm and thick with humidity. Pulling at her hands, she realized both wrists had been bound together with quarter-inch line and the end threaded through a rusty iron ring bolted to the bulkhead in front of her. She drew herself up, tugging at the rope, her eyes scanning the dim dirty space for the animal that had tried eating her.
Laurie's mind raced while sweat, broke out over most of her body. Whoever had put her here had stripped her half-naked. She hung there, clad only in her bra and panties. When she heard footsteps clattering more loudly over an iron deck, Laurie remembered the old barges moored off Long Beach. They were deserted, waiting for eventual demolition at the yard in San Pedro. Jack had taken her there, somehow, avoiding detection. And now she was there, at his mercy, with no one around to help her.
Jack walked in.
"I told you I'd be around for you," he said, a thin grin covering his face. "Now, you're going to tell the good captain that everything you said was a lie. That you were in love with me, and then when you approached me and I rejected you, you thought up this little scheme for revenge."
"But that's not true!" Laurie screamed, her eyes rounding with indignation.
"Of course it isn't. But it's the only way you're going to get out of here."
She would be disgraced, laughed at, vilified by everyone she knew. She couldn't put herself through something like that, no matter what the penalty would be. Screwing up her courage yet again, Laurie shook her head, lowering her eyes.
"Well, I didn't think you'd be cooperative – at first, anyway," he sighed, taking off his combination cover and flicking off an imaginary speck. "In fact, I was counting on that fact. I wanted to have some enjoyment before I made progress. You see, I enjoyed fucking your ass. And I'm gonna enjoy fucking your cunt now."
Laurie gaped open-mouthed at his free admission. She screamed at him, tugging crazily at her ropes, feeling her thunderous tits jiggling against one another in her bra. Surprisingly to her, the sticky hot mess of cuntjuice had begun to flow the second Jack had entered the space, dampening the front of her white cotton panties. Her eyes went wide as she tried to hide her tits with her upper arms as Jack approached. The lieutenant's eyes narrowed and his lips twitched toward a sneering smile.
"No!"
She knew what he was going to do. Without moving his body much, Jack smashed his doubled fist into her belly. Laurie screamed again, a whoosh escaping from between her parted lips as she fell to the floor. When she still continued to scream, Jack drove the toe of his heavy shoe into her belly with a sickening thud. A piercing scream ripped from her throat. Her wrists were held up by the ropes restraining her arms. She retched violently, bile building up in her tightening throat while her ass flattened against the cold steel plates of the deck. The roaring, sloshing sound of the ocean outside slowly brought the girl around as she dragged herself back to her knees, her head spinning around wildly.