Sarah was in the gift shop, sitting on the reception desk and chewing bubblegum when Praetorian Guards burst in and positioned themselves around the room. Sarah stopped chewing in surprise. Then a balding, middle-aged man entered, and stood in the middle of the room, surveying it.

“May I help you?” asked Sarah. She blew a bubble to show she wasn’t intimidated by this rude man.
“Sarah Weintraub, is it?” the man said.
“The one and only.” Pop! went Sarah’s gum.
“Do you know who I am?”
“I’m guessing you’re the boss of these redshirts?” Pop!
“I am Caesar. When you address me you will call me Sire.”
“Sure thing, toots,” said Sarah playfully.
Caesar was unamused. “I hear you are a high-priced whore,” he said sourly. “Very well. You may remain in this building, offering the services you offer, but now you offer them to my officers, and they don’t pay.”
Now it was Sarah’s turn to be unamused. “Look fella, I don’t just fuck anyone, and I don’t fuck for free neither.”
“You will have no need for money, as you will be provided food, as will everyone in the city. That is how it will be, from now on. Your work is to fuck my men. You work, and you eat. You don’t work, you don’t eat.”
“Uh huh. And what if I say no?”
Caesar sniggered. “What you say is immaterial. Now get to work. Your first customer is on his way.” Caesar said something in Latin to one of his guards, who saluted and left the building, soon returning with another man. Man was hardly the word for the creation who entered the vault. He was a giant, seven feet tall, and made of muscle. He wore a shiny steel breastplate smeared with blood, and a steel mask, behind which his eyes were terrifying. The other men in the room looked like children standing next to him.

Sarah, stunned, didn’t move.
“I said get to fucking work,” Caesar said, his tone menacing.

Lanius, the man behind the mask, stepped forward and with one hand unbuckled the leather garment around his waist. It dropped to the floor, revealing a cock that, even flaccid, was the best part of a foot long.

In his room, Michaelangelo watched with mixed fear and excitement. He didn’t want Sarah hurt – but he couldn’t wait to see this monster of a cock enter her.

The gargantuan man spoke. “Turn around.” His voice was so deep, Sarah had never heard anything like it. She obeyed as though in a trance.
He pushed her down over the reception desk, and pulled her skirt up and over her rump, exposing racey black lace knickers. One enormous finger pulled them down around her thighs, and they slid to the floor.

Sarah knew she was about to get fucked like she had never been fucked before. By the biggest cock, by far, that she had ever seen (if you didn’t include the ones on super-mutants, which she’d always kinda wanted to try if truth be told), and in front of a group of handsome, muscular, armed men, all watching closely. She felt herself getting wet. These other men would probably be her customers, from now on. She got wetter. She would ride this humungous cock not just now, but many times, maybe every day. Her clit started to throb.

The large fingers were spreading her asscheeks. The humungous cock was hard now, and pressing at her excited cunt.

Suddenly she was terrified. Hard, he was even more enormous. He was going to tear her in half. “Wait! Stop!” she cried. “In that drawer! Open it, give me the jar,” she pleaded to the nearest guard. He took out a jar of gel, looked at it, and handed it to her. Sarah quickly opened it and reached back to smear its protective slipperiness on her slit, letting some get on her ass for good measure.

The gargantuan cock pushed until the head was inside her. The men all leant forward, all eyes glued on the intersection between mammoth cock and tight cunt. There was still so much left to push in. The giant applied pressure, and his hardened flesh was slowly swallowed into her.

Michaelangelo was jerking himself so hard now that any more friction would start a fire.