he tries to flee through the back door but ... game over

The Americans were fighting a losing battle against these Scandinavian beauties.
Smith signalled for his men to take cover, but the signal came a fraction of a sexcond too late for most of his men. Shots were now was raining down on the men from the rooftops where dozens of sneaky gorgeous 19-22-year-old well endowed Finns, Swedes and Danes, all female and lovin' it were perched. One by one the male soliders on the roof top were shot off the roof. The girls in the club were alerted and grabbed their guns - they too seemed to miss with none of their shots, taking every man they glanced upon down with no effort. Smith tossed a flash bomb into the club. He was going to try to go through the dancefloor and escape through the back door.

 Smith saw and heard a lot of his team members get shot before he jumped into the dancefloor, smoke and flashes covering him as he ran.

 Smith ran past some hostages who were naked in various positions. One guy was tied up with his legs spread. He had endured 100 full **** kicks to his balls already, and today's ambush was surely going to make him receive 500 more as a punishment. Another solider was screaming in agony as his ass had been turned into mince meat by two Danish teens with paddles. 

  The women had guns pointed up at the men, and in quick succession, shot and wounded men were raining down into the dancefloor, and into the streets outside. Although already seriously injured by the bullets and the landing, these men were going to suffer long and hard for their stupid stunt tonight - those that survive today will not be likely to survive tomorrow. 

  Smith could see the shiny red back door now, barely, through the thick smoke. He saw that it had no lock around it and that there was daylight behind it. Then suddenly, he hit a wall or a piece of furniture. He shook the cobwebs away from his eyes and looked at the obstacle he had to get around - it was none other than the tall girl with black hair and a scorpion tattoo on her naked left arm who had just shot a fleeing hostage. She seemed very pretty, in good shape and she had big round breasts tightly pressed together and half visible. She looked to be 18. She also had gloves on, which she used to grab you by the neck and lift you up to her face "you filthy American bastards" she said close up to you face. You were now floating in the air. She clinched her other hand into a fist and you knew what was coming so you closed your eyes. KER-POW! She had hit you in the face harder than anything had ever hit you before. When one of your eyes overcame the blurryness, you could see that she was now holding a 13 inch strap on in the hand she was not holding you up with. 

 The girls cheered and formed a circle around you. The scorpion tattoo girl and several other women then fucked Smith and several other wounded and captured men in the ass showing no mercy - they also took delight in sitting, standing, jumping, walking and bouncing up and down on the men to show them how thoroughly beaten they were. 

 He saw women with skirts and well muscled legs run across the roofs, pushing the final two men off the rooftop, and onto the dancefloor 30 feet below. The landing broke their legs. They were trapped in there now. One wrapped her legs around one of the sniper’s neck and squeezed it making it snap.

  The other men were not faring much better, as the beatings, squeezing, crushings and butt-intrusions had begun - the girls were really enjoying it now - this was turning into an even better and more erotic celebration than the last ...