Isabella gets no rest

Isabella thought she had finished, allowing her eyelids to flutter closed and her breathing to slow, when suddenly Lt. Alvarez appeared above her.

"My shift ended again, so I thought you could give me another turn," he said, a pitiful look on his face.

Isabella was taken aback, but she did not object. She wanted nothing more than to be fucked into unconsciousness, and it seemed the Lt. had the energy to make it happen.

"Of course," she replied, a smile tugging at her lips. "How do you want me, Lieutenant?"

"Well, to be honest President, your pussy is looking kind of..." He paused, his eyes searching for the right word.

"Well-used?" she suggested, glancing down at her crotch, glazed and matted with semen from all the men.

"Yes," he agreed, his eyes following her gaze. "Do you have another hole I could try out?"

Isabella was surprised by the suggestion, but the thought excited her.

"I suppose I do," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Alvarez wasted no time, bending over to pick her up. He lifted her like a doll, his arms cradling her, her legs spread.

"You can hold onto me, President," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.

Isabella nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest.

He placed her gently on the bed, turning her so her hands and knees were on the mattress, her ass pointed up at him.

"Ready, President?" he asked, his fingers teasing her puckered hole.

"Yes," she gasped, her heart hammering in her chest.

Her body tensed as his finger pressed into her, her hole clenching around him. She bit her lip, the sensation unfamiliar and strange, but not unpleasant.

"Relax, President," he murmured, his free hand stroking her back, his voice low and soothing. "It'll be better if you relax."

She let out a shaky breath, her muscles loosening, her body adjusting to his intrusion.

He slipped a second finger into her, stretching her open, and she moaned, her head hanging down, her hair cascading around her face.

"How does that feel, President?" he asked, his fingers probing deeper, the pressure building inside her.

"Good," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, her hips pushing back against his hand.

"I think you're ready," he said, his voice thick with desire.

She heard the rustle of his clothes, his fingers withdrawing from her, leaving her feeling empty.

She felt the tip of his manhood dip into her pussy, collecting the copious amounts of lubricant that were still there from her previous sessions, smearing his tip with a mix of their juices.

She tensed as the pressure returned, her hole stretching as he eased his way in. She could feel her muscles resisting, the pressure building, her body tensing.

"Relax, Presidente," he repeated, his voice strained, his manhood throbbing inside her.

She let out a low moan, the sensation almost too much to bear, her ass clenching around him.

And then, with a grunt and a sharp thrust, he buried his tip inside her. She cried out, her body shuddering, her legs shaking.

He gave her a moment to adjust, his manhood pulsing inside her, her hole stretching around him.

Then, he began to move, his hips pumping slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her, the pressure and friction building.

Isabella moaned, her body rocking with his movements, the pleasure and pain mixing, sending her spiralling.

He picked up his pace, his hands gripping her hips, his manhood now pistoning into her, her screams and wails echoing around the bunker. The men not on shift were standing now, gathered in a circle around her, watching her be taken behind, their cocks tenting their pants despite having just been emptied into her.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh began to echo, as his cock pushed in its entire length into her ass, Isabella writhing underneath, the tension among the men mounting.

And then, with a hoarse cry, he pushed himself as deep as he could, his cock throbbing and twitching, his seed filling her ass.

Isabella cried out, the sensation overwhelming, her hand collapsing, her body dropping like a sack onto the hard bed.

Alvarez pulled out of her with a wet plop, his cum spilling out of her, dripping down her thighs, forming a puddle on the sheets.

He panted in satisfaction, before realising his men were now staring at him, an eagerness in their eyes.

"Presidente, I think the boys want to skip the line, if that's okay." He looked at her, his eyebrows raised.

Isabella could barely comprehend the words, her mind still reeling from her anal session, her body a limp heap on the bed.

But, she managed a nod, her breathing still shallow.

"Well, on you go boys. I can take the shift while I recover." Alvarez helpfully offered.

The men didn't need to be told twice, and were upon Isabella in an instant.

Private Sosa, the one who had just came before, was the first to mount her. His hands gripped her waist, his thumbs pressing into the small of her back, as he dragged her towards him. She let out a strangled cry, her arms splayed out in front of her, her legs spread wide.

Sosa's cock was slick with precum, and slid into her with little resistance, her asshole still stretched and lubricated. He pumped into her with quick, shallow strokes, his balls slapping against her clit, his pelvis slapping against her ass. She moaned, the sensation almost too much, her body quivering.

Corporal Martinez was next, sliding below, pulling her close. Sosa tried to help, but fumbled and collapse onto her, sandwiching her between the two men. She cried out, her ass clenching around Sosa, her breasts pressed into Martinez, the latter whom wasted no time in guiding his cock back into her warm and well used pussy.

The two men began to thrust in tandem, their cocks sliding in and out of her in an alternating rhythm. She writhed between them, her moans and whimpers lost among their grunts and groans, her body being used for their pleasure.

The last two men, Ruiz and Mora, watched enviously, before realizing there was still another hole free. They quickly played a game of scissor-paper-stone, the winner pumping his fist in triumph.

Cpl. Ruiz stepped forward, his cock already erect, and slapped Isabella's face with it. Her eyes snapped open, the sensation unexpected, and she instinctively opened her mouth. Ruiz was quick to take advantage, shoving his manhood past her lips, silencing her cries.

She gagged, his length hitting the back of her throat, her hands flying up to push him away. But Ruiz was not to be deterred, and grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms apart as he face-fucked her, his balls slapping against her chin.

"Mmhmm!" she protested, her eyes watering, her throat burning.

Isabella was now completely plugged, spit roasted in either axis, every hole filled with an invading cock. At any one point, two of the three men would be pumping into her at the same time, and it wasn't long before they found a rhythm that allowed for maximum efficiency. Her body, pinned between two men, was completely immobile, while Ruiz had full control over her head and hands. She was completely powerless to resist, her cries muffled, her body squished between men flesh.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," Sosa groaned, his hips thrusting erratically, his manhood buried to the hilt in her.

"Me too," Martinez panted, his face flushed, his grip tightening on her waist. The two men grunted in unison, their bodies tensing, their cocks pulsing inside her.

She could feel their seed, spurting inside her, filling her to the brim, her body quaking with every jet. Her toes curled, her head spinning, her own climax reaching its peak.

"Mmmhmmm!" she moaned, her voice vibrating around Ruiz's manhood, her eyes rolling back, her entire body shuddering.

"Fuck, this feels so good," Sosa sighed, his hips slowly pumping, his cock spurting the last drops of his seed into her.

Martinez was panting, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed over, his grip loosening.

"I think it's my turn," Lt. Alvarez interrupted, stepping forward along with Mora. "The two of you get the door."

The four men swapped, ensuring Isabella was not empty for long, making sure her holes were always filled, her body maximised for their pleasure. Each time a man came, salty cum spraying into her insides, he was replaced by another, and her body was soon filled with more seed that she could contain, the fluids seeping out, spilling onto the sheets, her entire body coated with it.