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I help him shrug my upper body
out of the peasant shirt. My large breasts spring free, and every
eye is immediately riveted to my red nipples.
    The other guards gesture to Max and Greg to
do the same. Soon, all three of us are naked in the company of
clothed and armed men. Very dangerous men.
    Someone bolts the double doors behind us.
    It’s clear what is about to happen.
    Men advance towards us from all directions.
It becomes a rush. My arms and waist are seized by purposeful,
groping hands. My ankles are grabbed. I am hauled upwards, and I
lose sight of what they are doing to Max and Greg as my hair whips
around my head and the heated faces of men surround me. I can only
see a sea of dirty green uniforms and pale smiling flesh. The color
of puke, I remind myself.
    I surrender myself to whatever will happen.
It’s no use fighting.
    I am pushed down onto a table with my legs
spread wide apart. My buttocks are almost dangling off the edge,
but my knees are supported by grasping hands and arms. Belts are
unbuckled. Zippers are pulled down. Cocks hang out – their heads
purple and red.
    Someone’s dick pushes into my pussy hole. But
I am unable to see who, because someone else clambers over me.
Someone with big ass cheeks slithers over my face and thrusts his
thick cock into my mouth. I take it in and suck it, but he’s not
content with that. He begins to fuck my face, cramming his thick
thatch of pubic hair into my nose. He smells of sex.
    Someone gropes my tits. Hands snake across my
belly, my sides, my hair, my legs. Is there no part of me that is
not caressed and prodded and pinched and tweaked? The overwhelming
smorgasbord of sensations drives me to almost delirium. I should
lose myself. I should give it to whatever I’m trying not to
feel.
    There are endless moans around me, like a
chorus of ghosts. The fucking in my pussy and mouth is frenetic.
The cock inside my pussy spurts, and I feel the trickle of semen
once again watering my vagina. The cock withdraws, and another cock
swiftly takes its place. My fuckers are faceless.
    The cock in my mouth discharges itself – its
wielder crying out into the ceiling above me. The ass cheeks take
themselves off, and I gulp great lungfuls of oxygen. This is
immediately replaced by someone else’s cock. How systematic they
are. How organized, like the strict military regimen they profess
to be.
    In, out. Back, forth. Genitals rubbing
against one another. Orgasms exploding and subsiding. My vagina and
mouth are filled with different flavors of semen. I’m overflowing.
I’m an empty vessel for other people’s collective seed.
    Then I am pulled off the table. I go flying,
buoyed by many hands. I am on the ground. Someone flips me around,
and I’m straddling someone else who is completely naked. I am
pushed down onto his penis, my pussy hole a velvet purse around his
girth. Flesh tightening around tight flesh. My breasts quash
against his chest, and someone’s pincer grip is around my right
nipple – scissoring the tender flesh, squeezing it.
    Someone’s dick enters my asshole. My neck is
craned upward and my chin is roughly raised. A cock smashes into my
mouth, worming itself in without mercy. I am triply penetrated.
Three cocks are pistoning in and out of me, almost in unison. I am
nothing but a vessel in triplicate. My own climax builds despite me
not wanting it to.
    Sperm gushes. My climax spurts magma piles
all over. I have no time to think about what is happening to Max
and Greg, but I think they are been fucked in all orifices too.
What they are doing to us is immensely dirty. And gratifying. They
have reduced us to our basest selves.
    I am picked off again. Pressed down on the
back against the floor. Another cock replaces the one which has
left. And more. And more. And more.
    Somewhere between the nineteenth and
twentieth round of fucking, I pass out from the pleasure and pain
and enormity of it all, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen to my
brain caused by