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When the storm hit, not one person in Ogallala, Nebraska thought it would be as bad as it was. Luckily, your safe house was packed with supplies. You were set for years with MREs and canned waters, and you were running a generator around the clock, but outside, the weather was truly frightful.
You were running a job for a specialized task force, the 141, at Kate’s request. She’d sent them to you straight from the small airport in town, telling you to keep comms dark until she could confirm her intel. Well, now that comms were flat out disconnected, you hadn’t heard from Kate in two days.
The men in the 141 seemed amicable enough, if not a little flirtatious, and you’d gotten to know them pretty well. Except for the one in the mask, however. But, he was nice enough to help you get the MRE box down from the highest shelf, tall as he was. At first, they’d all been very proper and by-the-book, but once they’d learned they were stuck here indefinitely, things started to loosen up very quickly. Now, as you gazed out into the shared living room, you watched as the one with the mohawk, Soap, read a book, sprawled on the sofa in little more than a tank top and gray sweatpants. His commander, Captain Price, had his feet up on the coffee table, smoking his nth cigar, drinking like a fish. The masked one, Ghost, was still dressed head to toe, but at least he had foregone the tac-vest. And the handsome one, Gaz, was currently in your kitchen, making some sort of chili-mac concoction for dinner out of the MRE boxes.
You were recently single, and one of the challenges of running a safe house was that it was always full of hot, muscled soldiers. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long on anyone for any length of time, but this particular team was making it difficult. Soap would squeeze past you in the bathroom, making sure you felt his substantial length as it lay concealed under his towel. Price would beg you to come sit in his lap to smoke with him, giving you something to feel under your ass while you did. Gaz was Mr. Romantic, making you breakfast in bed (usually just a coffee and toast), and offering to rub your back as you woke. More than once, you found him sneaking up behind you to bury his face in your neck, making the excuse that you just smelled “so damn good.”
It wasn’t until The Incident that the one in the mask had started to even look your way. You’d been flirted with enough that you needed to take the edge off, so when you hopped in the shower last night, you got a little carried away. As the hot water cascaded down your body, your fingers plucked at one of your nipples while you sank your other hand between your folds, knuckles diving deep into the telltale warmth of your body. You leaned against the tile, and the water ran in a stream across your hip and between your legs, making little splashing sounds as your hand circled over your clit greedily.
You didn’t think that any of these soldiers actually liked you. Maybe there was a little flirtation, but they wouldn’t act on it. They were professionals, after all, and they’d been gentlemen during their stay. You had to admit, they were easy to admire. Their bodies were thick and the one with the beard was covered in thick, soft fur across his wide chest. Soap had a gorgeous Scottish accent, and when he woke up in the mornings, his voice was graveled and rough, making your head spin. Gaz was always stretching or bending, or showing some half of his body, stretching his long form across all of the comfortable surfaces in the house. All of his friends’ lack of modesty made you hungry to see what Ghost had hidden underneath all that black.
You thought about his hands. Each finger was longer and thicker than you thought they should be, and now, as you pleasured yourself, it was easy to think about those huge hands shoving themselves into your dripping pussy, stretching you out, readying you for his cock.
As you came, you thought about how nice it would be to have them all at once. Perhaps Soap would make you suck his dick while Price pounded himself into your pussy. You thought Gaz seemed like an ass man, and that just left your mystery man out in the cold. Maybe Ghost was the clean up crew. You imagined him stalking over to your poor, spent body, playing in his comrades’ come with those fingers, fucking you in all of your holes himself, just to finish the job, spreading his come all over your face and tits, painting a pretty picture.
Then, you’d made your mistake. You moaned,
“Mmngh…Ghost.”
You thought it would have been covered up by the sound of the shower, but to your horror, there was a knock at the door.
“You alright? Did you need me for something?”
His accent was thick, and his voice was low, scaring you a bit when you realized he was standing at the bathroom door.
“No!’ You tried to recover, still reeling from your orgasm, “No, it’s nothing.”
There was a long pause, longer than it should have been, but he eventually said,
“Alright.”
He shut the door with a soft click, leaving you steaming in your shame.
You were all drinking again. There wasn’t much else to do. Dinner had been Gaz’s creation again, and you hadn’t really been hungry. But, you were enjoying Price’s whisky. You could tell that you had a little buzz going on, and you noticed that Soap’s cheeks were pink, flushed from the alcohol.
“So, poker again, or blackjack?” You asked, sitting around the coffee table with the four men in your safe house, eyeing them carefully. They all wore slightly mischievous looks on their faces, and you weren’t privy to their inside joke.
“Poker sounds fun, lass. But, I say we up the stakes,” Soap leaned over the table and gave you a look.
“Oh?” You asked, “How so?”
“Maybe it should be strip poker,” you listened to the others make excited noises, laughing together, “Unless you’re afraid you might lose, hen.”
“I’m pretty sure I won’t even have to take my top off,” you smiled, challenging him back.
You dealt the cards, and as the game went on, you all ended up in various states of undress. You had taken your top off despite your boasting, and now you sat in your bra and panties, thanking whatever god would listen that your space heaters were still working.
Ghost still had his shirt and underwear on, but his mask was off, showing you his crooked, sly smile. It was electric to finally be able to see his face. Price was only in his boxer-briefs and his hat, which he claimed to be saving for last. You couldn’t stop trying to catch a glimpse at the absolute weapon he was wielding in his lap. Soap was in his sweatpants and that was all. He was fighting hard to hang onto them as well, because he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Gaz, however, was fully nude, and nearly boasting about it. He didn’t shy away from showing off his body, and his mates had rolled their eyes when he finally pulled out his cock, emphasizing its notable length.
You were going to melt into the chair, and you were wet enough to where you thought you already had.
“Your deal, lass,” Soap passed the deck to you and sighed, obviously worried about his state of affairs.
You skipped Gaz, already naked and nothing left to bet with. The men all shuffled their hands around, pairing up likely combinations, stealing glances at you when they thought you weren’t looking.
“What’s the wager?” Price asked, taking a long drag from his cigar and letting the smoke billow and curl below the brim of his hat.
“I want that hat,” you smirked.
He laughed out loud,
“And I want you out of those panties, so show your hand, pretty girl.”
“I’m betting on your bra, lass. And you can have the pants, if you win,” Soap sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, taking a big risk.
“You know, you should really be going after Ghost here,” you argued, “He’s still got his shirt on.”
Ghost’s mouth curved up into a sly grin,
“And what would you wager for it all to come off, love?”
“I’ll go all in,” you shrugged. Your hand was good and you felt confident.
You had a pair of queens, which you thought was one of your better hands of the night, but as the men started revealing their hands, you knew you had lost. Price even had a straight flush.
“Pay up, darlin’,” the captain grinned, his smile showing white, sharp teeth.
You stood, and all eyes were on you. The room was quiet, and the only sound was the snap of your bra strap as you popped it free. You tried to cover yourself, feeling very exposed, using your arm to block your stiff nipples from their view.
“Nuh-uh,” Gaz shook his head and tapped his drink on the table, “I’ve had my cock out for four hands. Let’s see ‘em, babes.”
“Fair’s fair, lass,” Soap smiled, his eyes focused on the prize behind your arm.
You took a deep breath and dropped your arm. The smiles all faded, and the soldiers became suddenly very serious. Ghost got out of his chair and loomed over you, standing next to you and peering down. His voice was flat and even,
“You’re not done.”
You felt the hot blush rise to your cheeks, and you tucked your fingers into your thong to pull it down, stepping out of the leg holes, trying to hide the wet, gooey center of the fabric.
Ghost held out his hand. You stared up at him confused, and then you realized he wanted you to put your panties in his palm.
You hesitated, but he stayed still, waiting patiently for you to comply.
When you did, he held them in his fingers for a moment before rubbing his thumb over your wet spot and bringing it to his mouth for a taste. His pink tongue licked the panties long and deep, leaving a trail of his spit or your fluids between them.
“Oy,” Price protested, standing up and coming to join Ghost, lingering over your shoulder, “Those were my wager, lad.”
Ghost smiled and handed them over to Price, his eyes never leaving your face. You watched as Price gripped the fabric in his hands and brought it to his nose to smell you. You averted your gaze, full of shame and shock.
Price saw you look away, and he pulled up your chin with his free hand,
“You smell like heaven, pretty girl. Bet you taste just as sweet.”
He leaned forward to kiss you, his lips pressing to yours tentatively at first and then with a heated, sexually starved desire.
Soap and Gaz joined you, and you were surrounded, covered in the towering shadows of four huge men.
You felt Soap's warm mouth cover the skin on your neck and shivered as Price continued his lurid praise,
"I want to be in that cunt so bad it hurts."
Ghost was visible over Price’s shoulder, holding himself back, giving the other men their moment. Price kissed you again and dipped a thick, strong finger into your pussy. Even with your wetness, he had to push into you with some force to fit. Behind you, Soap bent down and spread your cheeks apart, covering your asshole with a warm, eager tongue.
“Look at that, boys,” Soap pulled your folds apart, “She’s right gleamin’ for us, shinin’ like a pretty pink gem.”
You gasped at the sudden rush of blood into your legs, your body hurrying to prepare itself for the storm that it knew was coming.
Ghost had enough of waiting and moved beside Price. He bent his tall frame and pulled your nipple delicately into his mouth. His lips tugged and sucked at the skin, and those sharp teeth nibbled at your hard points. His massive hands began to knead your breasts, as if trying to squeeze every last drop of juice from a soft fruit. Price watched him perform this ritual, and like a man under a spell, bent down to match his soldier's merciless suckling.
Soap turned around beneath your legs and was facing your wet, pink pussy. He lifted your thighs, throwing them on each of his shoulders, effectively lifting you from the floor and landing your cunt right into his waiting mouth. Ghost could stand up straight now, continuing his assault on your neck and chest. He pulled both your hands behind your back and held you prisoner there, his giant fingers tucked around your wrists like cuffs.
You began to kiss and lick Price’s neck, tasting his salt, and feeling the coarse shadow of his beard. His earlobe earned a delicate nip, and you heard him moan against you. You sucked even harder, aiming to leave a mark, and his moan became a rumbling growl.
Price lifted his face to yours and stared at you with a fury. His eyes seemed like they were trying to see into your bones, trying to figure out who you were, why you were. Then, quick as a flash, he picked you up away from his men and dropped you on the coffee table. You felt the hard wood and cold, discarded playing cards on your back. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap stood and watched as Price positioned himself between your legs.
His cock throbbed at the promise of being buried inside your body, and Price used his heavy, swollen tip to paint your wetness all over your lips in long, thick strokes. You had never seen a man so undone. His giant hand barely covered his shaft, and even the head that was dipping into your pussy to wet his skin was a struggle. He pushed the head into you over and over, like a drum beat. You could hear the sound of it as it popped in and out, sounding like soft kisses, and feeling like an electric dream.
Gaz moved and knelt beside the table and returned to your nipples, sucking hard enough now to leave purple marks on your skin. You reached down to feel his warm cock and were rewarded with a hard pulse. You watched his eyes fixate on your throat, and one of his hands wrapped around it like a snake. He closed his grip enough to make your heart race, but not enough to stop your breathing, or your cries of pleasure. You began rubbing the skin of his cock up and down in a slight twist, making sure to feel his whole length with each pass.
Soap came down to kiss you, and his tongue invaded your hot mouth. He pulled away, and you saw that he had the whisky bottle in his hand. He poured a shot into your lips, and some of it spilled down your neck across Gaz’s hand. It stung your throat, but you couldn't taste anything. Your senses couldn't cope with the overload.
Soap stood up and you had a clear view of his fat, curved dick. Soap was holding it steady, aiming for your mouth, and he pulled your jaw toward him to lean your head back, eager to make you taste the savory precum that beaded at his tip. He smiled slightly, and ran his fingers through your hair.
“Such a bonnie lass. Hungry for this cock, are you?”
Then, not caring for your response, Soap lowered his cock into your mouth, and since you couldn't move your head from his grip, he carefully slid in and out, mindful of the angle. You tried to manage more, but he was so thick that your mouth was already straining to fit his first few inches. The whisky taste was still there, and you let your tongue coat his shaft and head in a mixture of alcohol, spit, and lip gloss.
Distracted by Soap and Gaz, You were suddenly reminded that Price was stuffing his monster cock into your pussy. He pushed forward, making you swallow hard on Soap's head. The captain struggled to fit and had to pull himself back out a few times before he had stretched you enough to pump in a steady, aching rhythm.
It felt like you were being pulled apart. With each thrust, your inner muscles constricted against him, trying to slow the invasion. But, there was no stopping it. Out of all the soldiers, Price was the wildest, the one who seemed like he was willing to take things way too far. There was a hunger that lurked inside his movements, as if he would turn into a beast and swallow you whole. His hands pulled your thighs apart, and his thrusts became more and more desperate. His hips shamelessly bent to fit more of his impossible cock into your wet, swollen folds. One hand found your clit and began to rub firm, big circles back and forth, keeping time with his thrusts.
You looked for Ghost, and you spotted him around the side of Soap’s thigh. He was seated again, patient and calm, watching the show. He had unbuttoned his pants and was playing with himself lazily. When he saw you looking for him, he smiled wide, sighing a bit with pleasure.
“Don’t worry, love. You’ll have me soon enough,” he promised with a sinister tone.
Gaz removed your hand from his cock and straddled you, positioning himself between your bruised tits. He spit on his hand and rubbed himself slick. You felt him drop his heavy cock between your breasts and then use his two warm hands to squeeze them together cruelly. He fucked between them quickly, and the heat from his friction spread across your skin.
Soap left your mouth, and after his short break, he motioned to Gaz and Price to help him. Price pulled himself from your cunt with a wet, sticky sound, and he dragged you up to him.
“On your knees, darlin’.”
You knelt on the floor in pure, cock-drunk exhaustion, like you were in a trance. He could have told you to jump off the roof and you would've obeyed.
Ghost moved behind you and grabbed your hair. He whispered to you, playfully,
“You kept bloody teasin’ my mates with that body of yours. Did you think they’d just fuckin’ sit there and take it?”
You were not surprised, not after seeing the look of lustful agony in Price's face as he fucked you. But, you didn't answer Ghost. You didn't have time. You watched as Price, Gaz, and Soap stood in front of you, cocks in their hands, and Ghost pushed your head onto Price's swollen, wet rod with a sharp shove. He moved your head back and forth for you, never seeming to push too hard or too far down.
Then, he pulled you from his captain, your lips making a wet popping noise at the sudden change, and turned you onto Soap. You sucked as obediently as you could, staring up at each man’s twisted, pleasure-ladden expression, trying to be good for them. Gaz was the next challenge. He was so long, Ghost managed to ease him into your throat, but it made you gag and choke. Tears fell down your cheeks.
Ghost repeated this pattern, letting each of the men have their turn in your mouth, and you opened your throat deeper each time, becoming more accustomed to their sizes and shapes. Suddenly, Price put his hands in your hair and took you from Ghost. He pumped himself in and out of your mouth, his loud shouts filling the room, and as your cheeks and throat began to fill with his come, you tried your best to swallow. You couldn't manage it all, and some of his seed spilled out onto your chin. He pulled himself from your lips and backed away, sitting on the couch next to the coffee table. You wiped his juices from your face and licked them from your hand.
Gaz laid on the coffee table and motioned for you to come over to him. You straddled him backwards, giving him a slow smile, and let the tip of his cock try to stretch its way into your asshole. You thought you might come right then from the feeling, but he took it slowly, not wanting to injure you with his length. Soap bent down to suck the wetness from your folds as you rocked back and forth on his friend, and the combination of his mouth and Gaz's pressure began to make your body quiver uncontrollably. You felt your insides pulse, so ready to be filled again. Soap answered your whimpering pleas and slid his cock into your entrance, looping his leg around Gaz’s thigh to get the right angle. You noted, as he stretched your pussy with a delicious thrust, that Price may have been longer and heavier, but Soap was wider. It took him a few tries to squeeze himself in, and as he did, you felt your wetness drip out, trying to let as much of him in as you could.
Gaz began to slide in deeper, too. For a moment, you thought you’d be pulled apart in both directions. But, they took opposite rhythms, and like a machine, you were being well fucked in both holes.
Soap kissed your mouth, not seeming to care about Price's taste lingering there. He moaned into your lips and whispered dirty secrets,
“Such a tight wee cunt. Not for long, hm? Gonna make this cock fit, bonnie girl.”
He fiercely pinched your nipples, and you felt them ache with each of his punishing thrusts into your core.
“I'm going to fill you so full of my come, it'll be dripping out of you all night,” Soap panted, “How do you like having two cocks at once, lass?”
“I don't think two is enough for her,” Price said as he stood up, his cock hard again as he tugged across it with his wide palm.
The captain grabbed your hair and pulled your face down onto his cock again. This time, he didn't hesitate to push his whole length into your throat. You gagged, and tears rolled down your face from the pressure. You tried to relax, but your pussy and asshole tightened around Soap and Gaz every time you choked, squeezing them like a vice. Price fucked your throat with long strokes, pushing all the way in and pulling all the way out, giving you just enough time for a breath between his invasions.
Gaz let a hard slap land on your ass cheek and you let out a cry. Soap still had ahold of your nipples, and he pinched them even harder at your noises.
Ghost was jacking himself off now, fully enthralled by your undoing. His voice was full of darkness and want as he commanded,
“Scream for us, darlin’. Wanna hear you. Scream around that cock.”
You couldn't help but oblige. It was hard to make noises when Price was sheathed inside of your neck, but you did your best. Ghost seemed pleased, if not as pleased as Price and Gaz.
Gaz slapped you again, twice in quick succession, and pounded into your asshole. With a shout from him, you felt him spill out hot ropes of come into your asshole, coating your insides with his thick juices. He sat up and pulled out of you, letting just the tip of his dick push in and out of your ass over and over, since you was now wide open and slippery from his orgasm. He looked up at Soap,
“You wanted to do anal? She's so ready for you, mate.”
Price pulled himself from your mouth and let Soap flip you over. He was so strong, you felt like a helpless ragdoll. You were on all fours and staring up at Gaz's smile before you even knew what happened. You cried out in surprise as you felt the same agonizing girth that Soap had used on your pussy now invade your asshole.
Gaz softly played with your hanging breasts, running his fingers across your sore, swollen nipples.
You felt Soap press himself against your ass, and the sensation of him filling you up was too intense. You came as he thrust into you, wet mixed fluids dripping out of your pussy. Price watched you, lifting your leg and shoving two huge fingers into your throbbing body, fucking you in sync with Soap. It was as if you couldn't stop orgasming. It was just one wave after another, and you didn't know if you could maintain conciousness.
Soap was losing his mind behind you, and he began to fuck you so fast that you lost your hold on the table. His screaming was deep and raspy, like a wounded wolf. You landed in Gaz's lap, and he held your neck up again, choking you as hard as he dared without risking your breaths. You felt Soap shudder, and suddenly his hot seed burned into your belly. He slipped out of you and landed on his knees on the floor.
Ghost looked at his tired friends and pulled you into his lap. He pushed his cock into your pussy and chuckled as you sighed in wanton bliss. He held your shoulders in a death grip and used you like a toy. The slick slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room, and aside from the labored breaths of worn out men, his sadistic grunts were the only encouragement you received.
You felt him against your walls, and each time he pushed in, You could feel him hit rock bottom, bullying your womb with his head. After a few moments, he put his lips on your neck and held you with a rough bite. Then, he thrust one last time and you could feel him throb inside of you, his come pooling at your cervix, dripping from your pussy, covering your insides and painting them white.
You lay on the floor where he dropped you, letting his fingers dip into your gaping holes to feel the wet rewards that were there now, listening to his friends’ labored breathing.
“Sleep while you can, love,” he snarled, “Gonna be a long night.”