A new tradition

The night wore on, and the sounds of Isabella's pleasure echoed throughout the bunker. By the time dawn had come, she had exhausted all her energy, her body limp and spent. Each soldier had a turn in each of her holes, taking her however they pleased. Isabella had been fucked in every position by everybody, her holes filled, her mouth stuffed. She had never felt more satisfied.

"Good morning, Presidente," Alvarez said, kneeling beside her.

"Good morning," she replied, her voice hoarse.

"We have just gotten the all clear from General Serrano. The sniper has been neutralized, and the area has been secured. He is on his way now to personally escort you back to base. "

Isabella sighed in relief at the news, though she must admit she was sad to have her fun cut short. She could have stayed with them here in this bunker forever, being fucked day and night.

"I guess the fun's over then, isn't it?" she said, a twinge of sadness in her voice.

Alvarez chuckled. "It doesn't have to be, my queen. I think we all realised the dangers that someone in your position might face at night, and would like to volunteer a man each night to protect you, in your bed if need be. If you'd have us, that is."

Isabella felt a smile tugging at her lips.

"Well, that's very generous of you, Lieutenant. I think I would like that."

As Isabella stepped out of the bunker, she was greeted by a scene of devastation. The patch of jungle that had previously hidden the sniper was now a crater, a barren wasteland stretching in a circle around it.

She raised an eyebrow at Serrano, who stood nearby, his expression grim.

"My deepest apologies for the delay, Presidente. The sniper must have identified you and called for reinforcements, and our troops were unable to cross safely until we neutralised the entire area with heavy ordinance. We had to take our time, as we didn't want to risk hitting your location accidentally. I hope you were not too disturbed by the commotion."

"No need to apologize, General. My men kept me safe and distracted through the night. Although, you might want to get your soldiers to clean up the bunker before they use it next. We left quite a mess in there, I'm afraid."

Isabella smirked as she strode past a mystified Serrano, her Queensguards marching in tow