She's taken to the Barracks

"Alright, that's enough for now. Bring her to the barracks, give the boys a show. I'm going to go round up the rest of the men, get the word out. And remember Lieutenant, Officer's first, then sergeants, then the rest of the riff raff."

Serrano gave her a last glance before turning around, striding towards the drill square.

The lieutenant dutifuly complied, scooping her up in his strong arms, carrying her towards the barracks. Isabella was tempted to struggle, but thought better of it. She would need her energy, she was certain.

As they arrived at the door to the barracks, the lieutenant kicked the door open, and walking towards the center of the room, where a table stood, covered in maps and documents. He set her down, roughly, her buttocks landing hard on the tabletop. She winced, feeling a slight pain, and was about to ask if there were more comfortable bedding, when she was interrupted by the sounds of heavy boots and low whistles as the men noticed the fresh meat in the barracks.

"Men, this is your new Presidente, Isabella. She's agreed to let us have our fun with her, but she not just any common whore, so we are going to have to line up by rank. Me first, of course." Lieutenant Santiago grinned. "Now, watch me break this pussy in."

Isabella smarted at the names he was calling her, but decided not to react. Better not to make an enemy of the men right now. The men, some thirty of them, were lined up in two rows, watching her, lust evident in their faces. A few were rubbing themselves through their trousers. Starting to become self conscious, she started to draw her arms across her chest, conscious that the garment was doing little but present her firm breasts to the audience.

"Don't cover yourself up, Presidente. We want to see those titties." one of the men called out.

Isabella blushed. They were looking at her, as if they could devour her, and she felt herself begin to squirm. She was nervous, but there was another feeling. One she didn't want to admit. Was it excitement? She felt a flush growing between her thighs, and she could feel her pussy moistening. The men whooped, as if they knew the effect they were having on her, and Isabella grew redder.

"Enough of that." The Lieutenant spoke again. "We are getting this party started, or we will be here all week. Not that that don't sound like a pleasant time, Presidente."

Isabella was still on the table, her legs dangling off the edge. The Lieutenant grabbed a leg and flipped her upside down, so that she lied fully on the table, her head hanging off the edge and facing his crotch upside down.