Planet of Pain by B. A. Bradbury

‘Great,’ he said, ‘you can go on top, okay?’
    He lay on his back and Jo lay on top of him, facing his feet, her head above his groin. She took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him, and he began to lick her sex. He was good at it, his lips and tongue busy with labia and clitoris, and her hips began to twitch spasmodically. His hands moved constantly over her, rubbing up and down her spine, stroking her hair and feeling her breasts. She sucked hard, and soon he was tonguing her almost frantically. She worked his shaft with her fingers, her lips tight around his glans, and he bucked and squirted into her mouth, then remembering the last time she kept him there till he had softened fully. Only then did she roll off him.
    She lay on her back, eyes closed, fighting her mounting despair. She’d come into this determined to endure it without complaint or self-pity, the way Bel did, but her resolve was being ground down by their unceasing attentions. She just wanted it over. She daren’t even look at the clock, fearful of what it would say.
    â€˜Come on, buddy,’ she heard Mundell say. ‘It’s your turn now.’
    â€˜Me?’ Eran said.
    â€˜Sure. Come and get on top of her.’
    â€˜Okay.’
    She felt his bulk, and the next second all his weight was crushing her. Her eyes opened wide and she gasped, and tried to push him off.
    â€˜Ease up,’ Mundell said. ‘Ease up, buddy. Don’t want to squash her flat, do we?’
    The weight lessened somewhat, and she could breath once more.
    â€˜You’ll have to put him in,’ Mundell said to her, so she obediently reached down and took hold of his cock. It was limp, but once again it stiffened quickly in her grasp, so she steered it to her vagina and the instant the tip breached her Eran began pushing with his hips. Mundell stayed close, watching her face and Eran’s, muttering words of encouragement.
    â€˜That’s the way, buddy. Feels good, huh?’
    Eran wasn’t long coming. He grunted as he drove hard into her, then let out a long groan. Once again his weight crushed her, and once again she struggled to push him away. Mundell helped, pulling the big man off her, but Eran caught hold of her as he spilled sideways so that they rolled over together in a tangle of arms and legs, coming to rest with Eran on his back and Jo facedown on top of him. His arms enveloped her, and he squeezed her tight.
    â€˜You’re nice,’ he said, nuzzling his face into her neck. ‘I like you.’
    â€˜You’re squashing her again,’ Mundell said, prising Eran’s arms away, freeing her from the bear-like hug. She rolled off him and lay on her side, feeling drained. She couldn’t do this. The thought of more sex was simply unbearable.
    â€˜So who fucks her next?’ Kaz asked.
    Snake laughed nastily. ‘Hey, guys, I just had me this wild idea—’
    There was a bong over general com and all of them jumped.
    â€˜Chow time,’ Mundell said.
    â€˜What do we do with sweetpea?’ Kaz asked. ‘Lock her in or take her with us?’
    â€˜Neither,’ Mundell said. ‘You three go. I’ll stay and keep an eye on her.’
    â€˜Oh yeah? You planning a private party, maybe?’
    â€˜Nothing like that. When you’re back I’ll go. And grab a shower while you’re out; this place stinks.’
    The three men pulled on trousers and boots and went out, then Mundell squatted beside Jo and laid a hand on her shoulder. ‘You tired?’ Jo nodded. ‘Guys will be gone awhile,’ he said. ‘You should maybe try to get some sleep.’
    He pointed to the bunk in the corner, the one that hadn’t been stripped, and she climbed stiffly to her feet and went over to it. She lay down facing the back bulkhead and he covered her with a blanket. She’d said she was tired, but she felt weary rather than sleepy. Her inner clock was still