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                       MARINE SEX SLAVE
                          Part Three

    The next morning was spent in a daze. Everything she did was
off, as her mind kept flashing back to yesterday night. Finally she
was called over by the sergeant and balled out for screwing up yet
again. She felt frustrated and angry at her own incompetence and
inability to explain her faults.

   Suddenly a girl stepped over to her, the tall brunette she
remembered from the other night, whod looked kindly.

   "Look kid, just forget it allright." she said, "It's no good
worrying on it. Karen runs things here. As long as you don't cross
her again you'll probably be okay."

   She recognized the voice as well, as belonging to the girl named
Robin, who had refused to rape her. She said nothing, keeping her
eyes downward.

   "Look, want me to help you with your shooting?" Robin asked.
"Come on Casey, the sergeants gonna kill you if you don't do
something right today." she grinned.

   Casey's desperation for a kind face, overrode her embarrassment
and anger over what the brunette had helped do to her the other
night and the two practised their shooting together.

   Casey was actually better than Robin and helped her some. The
two ate together as well, and Casey had almost managed to put the
other night behind her when Karen appeared next to her seat,  and
ran her tongue over her lips lewdly.

   As evening approached, she felt more and more afraid of what the
night would hold in store. Her breasts and groin were still sore
and her mind numbed by her body's betrayal. She was afraid of what
her body would force her to do if she was attacked again,the
continued leers and taunts of the girls all day had left her in a
miserable desperate mood.

   She put down her broom, she had been sweeping the barracks, and
went next door to the sergeants office. The sergeant was going over
some paperwork at her desk as Casey walked in. The first few
buttons of her top were unbuttoned, revealing the voluptuous body
beneath.

   "What is it Donovan?" the woman asked abruptly as Casey stood at
attention next to her desk.

   "I,..I...H...Have a complaint Maam!, I mean Sergeant!" Casey
stuttered.

   The sergeants eyes narrowed.

   "Oh you do do you?" she grunted.

   "Yes Sergeant!".

   "Well spit it out Marine!"

   Casey proceeded to haltingly describe what had happened to her
the other night, leaving out, of course, her own reactions. The
sergeant stared at Casey unspeaking as she revealed the attack, now
and then nodding at her to continue.

   When she had finished, Casey stood there, face red, waiting for
a response.  Instead the sergeant stood up and walked around the
desk to her.

   "Come with me." she ordered.

   Casey followed her out the door, and down the manicured walkway
to the Lieutenants office.

   Dread gripped her as the passed several of her attackers, who
stared at Casey with angry eyes. The sergeant knocked and was
ordered in by a rough deep voice.

   She opened the door and motioned Casey inside. The lieutenant
was standing by the window as the two walked stiffly in and stood
at attention near her desk. She looked at the two carefully, then
walked over next to them.

   The lieutenant was about ten years or so younger than the
sergeant, perhaps twenty five or so. She had a pleasant heart
shaped face, with short carefully cut brown hair, not unlike
Casey's.

   "Well Sergeant Cummings, what is it?"

   "This marine has a complaint Lieutenant Michaels Maam."

   The sergeant described Casey's complaint and then ordered her to
describe it again. Casey groaned inwardly and then embarrassedly
told her story again.

   The lieutenant stopped her at several points, ordering her to
expand on some description or other, which embarrassed the poor
little teenager even more.

   "What kind of belt did they use on you?" she asked.

   When Casey confessed that she didn't really remember the
lieutenant ordered her to strip. Casey gulped and stared at the
woman, then at the sergeant.

   "Well come on girl." she said with a frown," I want to see what
marks were left from this alleged beating." Casey slowly unzipped
the green overalls she was wearing, and pulled it to the ground.
She stepped out of it then looked at the women, hoping that would
be good enough.

   "The rest girl!" the sergeant barked. Casey unclipped her thick,
marine issue bra, then slid her panties over her hips and down her
legs, to stand naked. Her body flushed in embarrassment as she
stood nude, before the two older, fully clothed women, who studied
her body closely.

   The lieutenant walked around her and Casey jumped as she felt
her warm hands slide over her rounded buttock.

   "Hmmmm,... I do see marks here. Sergeant. What does this look
like to you?" The two of them stood behind Casey studying her
behind, and the slight discoloured marks left by the belt.

   "Phhhaaaaa,...She probably got that by falling down or
something." the sergeant said dismissingly.

   "She says they raped her with a dildo too." Michaels said.

   "Bend forward girl and spread your legs."

   Casey grit her teeth against the embarrassment and complied.

   She jerked slightly as she felt a finger slide along her tightly
closed slit, and flick over her clitty.

   "I don't see any damage here." the Lieutenant said.

   She walked around in front of the girl and motioned her erect.

   "Frankly, I don't believe you private Donovan." she glared.

   "I think your just a lazy troublemaker, trying to get special
attention."

   "B...but Maam...!"

   "Speak when your told Marine!" the sergeant roared, shutting her
up.

   "Now look, Donovan." the lieutenant put her face right next to
Casey's," There's enough goddamned talk of lesbians in the services
without this kind of shit. Every time one of us, "she motioned to
Sergeant Cummings and herself, "turns down some horny guy, they
whisper that we marine women are all dykes and queers."

   "If you mention this again, without evidence or witnesses, to
back it up, I'll see you spend the next five years of your
enlistment in the stockade!"

   "Do you understand me!?" she demanded.

   Casey trembled and then nodded, disheartened.

    That evening was like a nightmare to Casey. Every movement and
noise made her jump as the hours counted down to lights out.
Finally the sergeant ordered everyone undressed with the ten minute
warning before lights out. Casey undressed to her underwear, then
got carefully into bed, eyeing the girls she recognized from the
other night carefully.

   The lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Casey's
eyes remained wide open, determined to stay awake all night if
necessary. She clutched her covers against her as the silence
filled her with dread.

   She gasped as shadows appeared above her. A hand shot down and
covered her mouth as her limbs were seized in several strong grips
and she was yanked out of the bed. She struggled and screamed into
the gloved hand over her mouth as she was carried into the middle
of the room.

   Suddenly the lights went on. She saw that almost all the girls
in the barracks were sitting upright in their beds, watching. She
almost groaned in relief, but it was shortlived.

   "This little bitch is a troublemaker!" Karen yelled.

   There was a chorus of agreement from the other girls around
them.

   "We're gonna show the little bitch what happens when somebody
goes to the Sergeant and Lieutenant about us, and makes us look
bad." A dirty rag was shoved into Casey's mouth and her wrists were
pulled up above her, as she was pushed against a thin wooden pillar
in the middle of the room.

   Her clothes were torn off her, first her top, revealing her
high, full breasts, then her panties, pulled slowly down her legs
to reveal her sparse muff. The other girls laughed and taunted her,
yelling abuse and obscene comments, many of which evoked laughter
and agreement.

   A large breasted brunette was fooling around with something
above her head, and Casey soon felt tight bindings fastened around
her wrists. As the girls holding her wrists high let go, she jerked
resignedly against the bindings, which held her arms high above her
head so she was almost on her toes.

   One of the girls, a tall blonde, put her hand on Casey's back to
push her chest out, which was greeted by laughter and more comments
about Casey's breasts. She twirled the captive teen around so the
room could see her rounded buttocks, and then turned her again, as
the room laughed and cackled in laughter. Casey was horrified at
her obscene position.

   Though some of the girls seemed quiet, and unhappy, at least
half were yelling raucously, and crowing with laughter.

   "Show the little whore!!" they cried.

   Karen leaned forward and lowered her face quickly, her lips
engulfing Casey's left nipple, and her mouth sucking voraciously.

   The room erupted in laughter, which heightened when the black
girl bit down viciously, sending Casey into a squirming fit of
desperation as she tried to pull her stinging nipple away from the
sharp teeth.

   Tears began to dribble out of the blonde teenagers eyes as she
collapsed inwardly from the humiliation and hopelessness of the
predicament. This was quickly noticed and caused further delight
amongst the crowd of girls.

   "Turn her around and lets give her something to really cry
about."

   There was a chorus of agreement and Casey was once again turned
toward the pillar. The tight bindings bit into her skin and were
cutting off circulation to her hands as they held her helpless
against their attentions. Then she heard the crowing and laughing
die down.

   Suddenly a kind of swishing sound filled the air. Just as Casey
recognized it from the previous night, a loud crack echoed
throughout the room as a thin, but heavy belt smashed against her
back. Casey screamed into the rag, as the belt slashed down over
and over again.

   There were few other sounds in the barracks as the other girls
watched in awe. The belt arced down against the smooth white skin
of the little blonde, snapping viciously down against Casey's back,
shoulders, and buttocks, leaving red welts, and screaming hot pain
in their wake.

   She shuddered and trembled with each blow, her body smashing
against the pillar repeatedly. Splinters from the rough wood dug
into the tender flesh of her stomach and breasts, while tears
streamed down her face.

   Some of the blows were so harsh the teenager was driven off her
feet, to hang helplessly by her wrists for several seconds. Her
back  was already so inflamed by pain that new blows hardly
mattered for more than a second or two.

   By the time Karen gave the order to stop, Casey was hanging by
her wrists, her agonized body no longer able to support her weight
as the blows rained down against her. Her back and buttocks were
red with criss crossing red welts where the belt had landed.

   Karen moved next to her and grasped a handful of short yellow
hair between her black fingers. Casey groaned almost unconsciously
as her head was jerked backwards.

   "You learned your lesson cuntpad?" she hissed. Casey could only
moan unintelligibly through her pain and the gag.

   "I don't think she has." Karen said to the room.

   She stood back and took the belt from the brunette holding it.
THWACK! The belt slashed down against Casey's right buttock,
sending her hip crashing into the pillar again.

   CRACK! Many of the girls flinched as the force of the blow on
her back smashed Casey forward again.

   "Turn the little slut around!" Karen ordered.

   The brunette and a slim redhead, quickly moved the dazed girl so
her back was against the pillar. Her wrists were crossed far above
her head and small drops of blood could be seen trickling from
under the ropes that held her there.

   THWAACCKKK !!

   Several girls gasped as the belt slashed down across the middle
of Casey's left breast. It seemed to separate the meaty pillow in
two for an instant, then as it withdrew, the breast bounced and
jiggled as a dark angry red line appeared directly across the
centre.

   Casey's brain reeled under this new pain. Her body was flung
backward, her tailbone smashing into the pillar with bruising
impact.

   THWACKK !... THWACK !.... THWACKKK !

   The belt cracked down against Casey's tender, rounded meat orbs,
leaving them bruised, and reddened, with horrible red welts.

   "Spread her legs apart." Karen said.

   The two girls eagerly complied, each pulling aside one of the
girl's wobbly weakened limbs, opening up her groin.

   Casey was practically unconscious by now, as Karen slid the belt
back, then lashed it forward at a side angle. The belt slashed
upward directly into Casey's crotch, impacting with a loud dull
thud against the girl's furry slit mound.

   Even through the gag every girl in the room heard the horrible
agonized cry as Casey was thrown backwards and up off her feet by
the brutal blow. Karen and several others grinned, while most of
the girls cringed. Karen slammed the belt up again, then again.
Each time sending the dazed girl into a twitching jerking dance of
agony and pain.

   Finally Karen stopped. The blonde was in a stupor, almost
hanging completely by her wrists. A girl stepped forward and waved
smelling salts beneath her nose, making Casey jerk her head back
quickly.

   "Since the little slut doesn't like getting it up the cunt,
we're gonna show her another way to have fun." Karen called out.
Karen stripped and donned the big dildo harness, then walked toward
Casey. The dildo was pointed upward, and bounced slightly as the
black girl moved behind her.

    Casey's body was pushed outward, her beaten breasts thrusting
up and to the sides as Karen slid her hands over them. Karen's
fingers fondled Casey's breasts, squeezing and kneading the aching
flesh not unkindly. Her hands slid downward across Casey's belly
and down into the V of her crotch, to cup her pubic mound.

   A single finger slid up inside the girl, sending her ass jerking
backwards. Casey felt the hardened length of the dildo running up
between her buttocks as it lay up between the two girls. Karen's
hand slid around her right thigh and lifted her leg sideways and up
off the floor.

   "Lets see how you like this bitch." she cackled.

   Casey groaned in fresh pain as he rounded head of the dildo
pushed against her crinkled little anal opening with greater and
greater force. Lubricated by her sweat the slippery rubber shoved
aside Casey's sphincter and thrust far up into the defenceless
girl's asshole.

   Karen humped her body forward, driving the rubber cock higher
and deeper into the defenceless girl's anus. Casey felt the rigid
rubber going far up into her guts, then ramming against the end of
her ass tube insistently.

   She cried anew, and whimpered pitiful small noises into the gag,
as the cock rammed up against her guts again and again. Finally she
felt the crinkly hairs of Karen's pussy against her ass cheeks as
the dildo was driven all the way up inside her belly.

   "You got it all little slut!" Karen hissed, lunging forward
again, to ram the end of the cock into the blonde's guts again and
again.

   Some of the other girls began to find their cunts growing
slippery and warm at the sight of the two. Karen dropped Casey's
leg back to the floor. Casey gasped as all her weight was brought
down on the dildo and she was impaled by the brutal instrument.

    She struggled to stand but was hampered by Karen's clutching
hands which kept her legs forced apart. She was forced to shove her
ass back against the black girl to keep her toes on the floor. A
girl moved forward and took a picture then, as Karen humped her
hips forward, digging the fake cock way up into the blonde's
tortured anus.

    Casey was bent like a bow. Her arms stretched above and behind
her and balanced precariously on her toes. Her ass was pushed back
against Karen and her chest shoved out. Karen held her hips tightly
and humped upward with short vicious thrusts of her hips.

   Her hands slid up onto Casey's tits again, squeezing tightly,
then one worked down between the blonde's legs, and slid two
fingers up into her twat. Karen finally tired and pulled out.