Give in

You have to take care of yourself, now. There's no way around it. Your free hand claws for the snap of your jeans, even as your other hand forcefully tweaks your exposed nipple, a loud, lusty moan escaping your lips. That small part of you, screaming for you to find a better place to do this, is finally silenced as your other hand pops the snap on your jeans, driving beneath your panties to finally rub your engorged clit.

You've never been this horny before. You gasp and moan as your fingers continue to work against your nipple and clit, your breathing rasping in your ears, sparks erupting behind your eyes, frantically trying to find release. It doesn't take long, maybe a few endless minutes, before you explosively cum, your juices soaking your hand as you squeal with your release, your pussy spasming beneath your fingers. You collapse forward, riding the wave of your orgasm for all it's worth, pleasure overriding all of your senses.

As you come down off the crest of your orgasm, male voices push their way into your ears, finally grabbing your attention. "Damn, girl, that was one hell of a show!" You manage to look up, seeing two of the men who had been chasing you looming over you, their hard dicks already free of their jeans, hands stroking them. Shock courses through you as you realize you had an audience, and one that you didn't want, at that. The larger of the two, a black man who is built like a house, grins at you, his white teeth brilliant against his ebony skin. "You're going to make a fine addition to the Colonel's brothel, sister. Now get over here and service us, or there'll be hell to pay." His partner, a wiry Hispanic man, grins and takes a step towards you, his shaft throbbing in his hand.

Gasping, the final aftershocks of your orgasm running through you, you realize you've got one chance to maybe escape them again, since they're too busy jerking their meat to have their weapons in hand. They haven't bothered to disarm you, and you still have your pistol and knife. Another bolt of warmth courses through you again, though, at the sight of their hard dicks. Your hands are good, but their dicks would be better...