I seem to have missed it. What was it?
Kei Nagase sat naked and restrained in a small, dank concrete room. Sweat beaded down her bruised brow as her clouded, narrow eyes tried to focus on the Yuktobanian soldier before her. In SERE training they said the Yukes would follow the San Salvacion conventions, that sexual assault wasn't an option to them. But as the tall interrogator surveyed her nude body, enticingly stroking his survival knife, all she could feel was an unbridled terror.
The interrogator ran his knife across Kei's flat chest; her nipples hardened under its cold blade. "If you won't talk, you bourgeois cunt," he barked with a slight accent in her ear, "we have other things in mind for you."
He shoved the pilot back from her chair; her naked back scraped against the jagged concrete floor. She raised her head to see an enormous, throbbing Yuktobanian cock standing over her through his unzipped fly before his coarse hands grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Without anything but a grunt, he plunged himself into her dry and unwilling vagina; the strong thrusting forced her cheek against the ground and the resulting abrasion left a trail of blood in its wake. After less than a minute he could no longer take the chafing and pulled out, screaming "Osean cunt!" as he smacked her ass. With a furious growl he pulled apart her cheeks; her SERE programming finally broke down and she screeched "No!" as her asshole stretched to nightmarish proportions around the interrogator's cock. "You can make this end any time, demon whore!" he yelled as he pounded away. Nagase squirmed in her restraints but nothing could stop the relentless agony as her ass was torn to shreds by the unlubricated dick, but he finally pulled out.
The interrogator flipped her over again, and she cried out as the scrapes on her back again met the floor, blood dripping from her ass. She opened her eyes to see the cock hovering over her, covered in her own blood and feces. "Lick it clean, Osean bitch," he said, probing her lips with its head. She let out a pathetic whimper as she shook her head. "I said lick it!" he yelled, grabbing his knife and brushing its blade against her throat. With tears welling up in her eyes, she opened her mouth, only to have his pelvis thrust her head into the concrete as his cock found its way down her throat. She prayed the next blow would knock her unconscious, but it never came; instead, his floodgates opened up and unleashed a torrent of jizz into her mouth. "Now swallow, you worthless cunt!" Breaking down into tears, she gulped down the cocktail of blood, semen, and shit, but the taste lingered in her mouth.
"You gonna talk yet, whore?" he asked, receiving only continued sniveling in return. He smirked and walked over to the door. Nagase's eyes widened as they adjusted to the light: hundreds of men, the camp's entire complement of guards, stood lined up farther than she could see, all with their pants wrapped around their ankles and their hands stroking their erect cocks. The interrogator turned to the regiment and shouted in Yuktobanian:
"The Demon Whore of Razgriz's wings have been torn off! Now, tear the rest of her to shreds!"
"Ura!" The guards cheered in reply; the first three rushed in as quickly as they could, eagerly tore off her leg restraints, and pried her thighs open. She tried to fight, but the pain of her tender ass feebly attempting to clench itself shut and her parched cunt rasping against anything inside of it was unbearable from the moment that two of them entered simultaneously. "This is for Dresdene!" the horny guard gasped as he thrusted into her bloody pussy. "This is for the Hrimfaxi!" the other screamed, his throbbing cock pushing further up her anus. Nagase could do nothing but howl uncontrollably from the pain, her face stinging from the tears of agony.
She lost track of how many men had fucked her around twenty-four. Finally, as one batch of guards finished, it was too much. The incessant pounding on her clit was bad enough, but she hadn't realized just how much cum she had been filled up with. Thick, ropy splooge oozed out of her bleeding slit and drizzled down, tickling and teasing her ravaged asshole. She lost control; her back arched, scraping her shoulder blades and asscheeks into the blood-, sweat-, and tear-covered floor. She moaned as she involuntarily writhed and spasmed on the ground; the disgusting men around her pointed and laughed. It all ended as a combat boot delivered a strong cunt punt to her crotch, and the moan quickly turned into a screech of agony before she returned to crying.
The interrogator leaned over her, a shit eating grin spread across his face as two more soldiers moved up to plunge their members into her orifices. "You thought we were done, demon whore? We have only just begun. The vitality of Yuktobanian men far surpasses the impotent steer of Osea." He pointed to a group of soldiers that had recently finished ravaging her, now standing back in line to have their way with her again. "We can keep this going as long as we wish," he said, patting her on the head before moving away. Nagase could merely cry pathetically.
The fucking was incessant, but the warm cum pouring out from her orifices finally provided some fleeting relief, making each thrust slightly more bearable. She felt as though she was running out of room for all the semen, though, as she struggled to force down the gallons of the soapy liquid pouring into her mouth. She peered down and realized her abdomen had been expanding; in taking in all the cum, her waistline had grown a few inches. Her stomach released a tremendous growl, straining to contain the sheer amount of jizz. The pain caused her to momentarily gag on the Yuke penis in her throat.
When the men waiting for another go in the room had exceeded triple digits, they murmured to each other in Yuktobanian as their compatriots pounded away at the pilot's increasingly bloated, once-bony frame. She could see her belly, filled with cum, rising higher than her modest bosom. She lay almost lifeless as the men who had already cum inside of her but were too impatient to wait gathered around her head. "Open mouth, slut," one ordered in broken Osean, although her mouth was already gaping and she hadn't the strength to pull it closed. The front row aimed their dicks and let loose a cascade of piss onto her face. She struggled to swallow what she could as it overflowed from her mouth and mixed with the tears and blood below; the urine stung as it poured down her scraped cheeks. This continued until one walked over her and crouched down with his ass over her face. She cringed but couldn't muster the strength to move out of the way as a rancid brown turd crawled out from the hairy crack. She pushed the log of shit out of the way with her tongue, but another guard came along and shoved it into her esophagus with his cock.
As what she estimated to be dick number 500 pulled out, a gunshot echoed through the small room, and the guard's body fell on her. The force of his body weight dropped onto her swollen midsection. The wave of pressure traveled up from her stomach to her throat and shot a stream of vomit out onto the dead guard's face. As more gunshots rang out and guards dropped dead around her, she turned on her side and violently coughed up a pink concoction of bloody semen while similar fluids poured out from her ass and vagina.
"Comrades, we can share!" the interrogator pleaded before one last report. The footsteps of three men walked over to her.
"Bitch!" one yelled in a voice that she recognized as one of the downed gunship crewmen before he brutally kicked her in the spine. "We fucking came out here to save your ass and this is what we get? Guys, we're making the best out of this."
She saw the three men nod before they all reached for their crotches and pulled out their eager and excited cocks. She groaned in disgust and regret.
"What was that? You want it, you filthy whore? Remember, dudes, it's only gay if our balls touch!" The three pilots took their positions and entered Kei's gaping, ruined orifices; stripped of any energy or will, she was as motionless as a corpse, but the bodily fluids of a hundred dead Yuktobanians enveloped their dicks and pleasured them more than she could ever hope to. They came in unison, letting out deep and pleasurable moans as they filled her cunt, colon, and mouth with more cum than they were meant to hold as the Yuktobanian jizz spurted out to make room.
"Shit that was a good fuck!" one said as he walked out the door, flanked by the other pilots.
"Yo, anyone asks, she died in the firefight."
"Yeah, and let's make sure they bomb this place; no evidence, right?" he replied, as the other two broke out in laughter.
Nagase sighed, regurgitating more semen as she emptily stared at the ceiling.