Arrival in town

Katy sat back, gasping for air. She awkwardly swallowed the cum in her mouth, and looked to Walid for permission to pull her dress up. He nodded, and went back to surveying the desert. "Okay Katy. You've come this far. Lord knows you've done worse to get where you are in your career. " she thought, brushing her dark brown hair to the side. The two men she'd blown were lounging, satisfied...for now. They spoke to each other in short sentences, sometimes laughing, sometimes leering. She didn't know what to make of the situation, so she stayed silent.

They passed a checkpoint with a wave and nod. 10 minutes later, the vehicle came to a stop. Her heart was racing. They hopped out quickly. Walid beckoned her to exit as well. She didn't know what else to do, so she slid over the side and onto the rough, desert floor. The driver got out. He was older, obviously a veteran of this and probably many wars. She was prodded forward with a gun barrel, and started walking; armed men on either side of her. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light, and she could see she was being led to a simple brick building.

One of the men knocked a series of coded, quick raps on the door, which opened shortly afterwards. She was ushered in, and just a quickly it shut behind her. She took the scene in. Men were cleaning rifles, counting grenades, stacking explosives when she walked in. Very soon thereafter, the clamor stopped, and she felt a dozen sets of eyes on her. Walid gripped her by the upper arm, and said "This way. Don't look them in the eye." Katy looked down as she was led up a narrow set of stairs to an unlocked wooden door. "Wash up. I'll be back shortly."

"No one will...will..." she asked, suddenly extremely aware that she was in a small, two story building full of **** men.

"I don't know. They respect me, but then again they've not seen anyone as beautiful as you in a long time." Walid said. "They may beat me and take you. They may not. I must leave to tell the commander who you are. I won't be gone long. Two hours at the most..."

"Two hours..." she thought.

"But first..." he said before pushing her against the door. "...I told you I'd have to do something to keep their respect. I apologize. It is the way of this world." Walid said as he spun her around. She looked back over her shoulder as he pushed her skirt up around her waist. He said something to one of the men following, who scurried down the steps. A very, very awkward silence filled the stairwell as Walid rubbed himself while gently, but forcefully, spreading Katy's legs with the other hand. The man returned with a bottle of olive oil. Walid nodded, and unzipped his fatigue pants. Katy looked forward at the wooden door and took a few deep breathes. He leaned forward and whispered "make a show of it, and it'll be much less painful."

She felt his oiled, thick cockhead slide along her exposed ass. His hands pushed her cheeks apart as she felt it bob and slide along her skin before resting at her anal bud. Katy looked back over her shoulder, her huge, white eyes wide as he started to press it into her. With a gasp, she felt it start to penetrate her tight, smooth rectum as the men below them laughed and clapped. Her mouth hung open in a wordless protest as his thick, uncut cock started to slide into her, inch after inch until she felt his pubic hair on her bare, spread ass. Walid grunted in satisfaction at the amazing tightness of it, as he drew it back out to the crown of his cock before slowly pushing it back in...