A sporting goods store

The store was entirely looted. Row after row of shelves stood empty and broken, discarded packaging littering the floor. It had once been, from the labels, a sporting goods store. The looting had no doubt taken place over a series of engagements; Mark knew Des Moines had changed hands at least twice during his life. It was a valuable location. The edges of it had therefore been combed over thoroughly by soldiers, and at this point, there was nothing left that could be used as an effective weapon, as many of the items that once filled this store could.

Chavez took point, moving down the main aisle and checking to either side. Mark kept his eyes over the top of the shelves, watching for anyone peeking up. They saw no one. As they moved into the stockroom, again a woman charged in at them, this time followed momentarily by another. Both were entirely naked. The first woman was solidly built, with small breasts and dark, curly hair. The second was a work of art, tiny but elegant. A pleasantly sized bust graced her frame, and lovely blonde hair flew around her as she leaped in unarmed. Her abandon impressed Mark, even as he moved around Chavez to engage her. He caught one of her fists, wrapped an arm around her head, and dumped her to the floor. Chavez snapped the other woman's long yellow plastic bat completely in half with his length of rebar, then dropped it and tackled her. In almost no time at all, the two women were pinned down.

Chavez gave Mark an eager look. "Hey, what do you say we have a little fun here before we take these outside? They can't get away, they're terrible fighters. And look." He pinched the nipple of the larger woman and she immediately moaned and twisted beneath him, rubbing her crotch on his leg as it pinned hers to the ground. "They're already so hot they're on fire. Betcha they were gettin' on each other when they heard us coming. Be a shame not to let 'em finish..."

Before Mark could object, Chavez tugged his pants down, his crotch already bulging. Mark could feel himself hardening as well as the lovely woman writhed underneath him. Chavez was right about their interests; he could tell the woman wasn't trying to escape. Her only interest seemed to be in getting her hands down to her pussy as quickly as she could. Hunger shone in her eyes, and Mark could see how he could have mistaken it for ****. But these women wanted nothing more than they wanted a cock in them. The woman under Chavez already had yanked his dick out of his clothing and was sucking fervently on it.

Mark slid his pants off, careful to keep restraining the tiny woman. She hardly seemed the type to be a soldier. Her hair was blonde, both on her head and in the fuzz around her sex, and her skin was smooth and flawless. The moment he'd freed himself from his clothing, the woman wrapped her legs around his waist. He rolled over onto his back, still keeping a tight hold on her arms, and she moaned as she humped his waist furiously. Cautiously, Mark released her arms and she promptly grabbed his semi-stiff cock and began jerking it, adding her tongue to the effort as he allowed her to slide herself down his body. She licked and sucked, stroking him, cupping his balls with her hand, rubbing her fingers in his crotch toward his ass. He reached down and grabbed a firm grip in her hair, and she looked up and smiled at him, then shoved his entire meat down her throat. Mark couldn't argue with Chavez anymore; these women clearly were not going anywhere, and had nothing in mind but to please the men and themselves.

Finally, the lovely blonde climbed back up and began to slide herself eagerly onto his now achingly stiff cock. Mark grabbed her and rolled back over, pinning her beneath him. He pushed her legs up until her knees were at her chest, completely exposing her pussy to him. Finally, he slid inside her. She was hot and tight and incredibly wet and perfect in all the right places. Mark thrust himself into her again and again, his breath coming faster. She suddenly squealed and writhed underneath him, screeching in pleasure. Behind him, Mark heard the woman under Chavez giving full-throated voice to her ecstasy as well. He rammed himself into her again and again, suddenly unable to control himself any longer.

Suddenly an arm wrapped itself around his throat. He gasped fruitlessly for air, even as his body climaxed and pumped itself into the tiny woman beneath him. He twisted and pulled the arm to no avail, and even as his cock slipped out of the woman, his world went dark.