It happened in 1991 in Las Vegas, Nevada at the Las Vegas Himmelfarb Hotel. Brianna-Leah had been interested in flying for a long time. She had applied for US Navy pilot training school after graduating with her private pilot’s license. Happily, she was accepted into the program. She made some nice girlfriends Cassie and Adriana who were also in the program. She wanted to fly the A-10 Warthog - a ferocious attack aircraft.

She was invited to go to the ìTailhookî conference in Las Vegas which was held every September for US Navy and Marine pilots. There were the usual information sessions for pilots but also lots of celebrating especially at night. Celebrating is putting it mildly. Tailhook became notorious for alcohol fuelled hi-jinx. Brianna-Leah had never been to it and didn’t know much about it. Every squadron had its hospitality room where sometimes things got a little out of hand.

Saturday was a big day. She attended some presentations during the day. Then a big dinner at night and then everyone went carousing in the suites after. Brianna-Leah had a couple of drinks after dinner then decided to join the rest of the young pilots in the third floor hospitality suites. Nobody was in uniform and she wore her pink miniskirt with black pantyhose that was always a hit with the guys. Her tight fitting top showed off her more than ample bosom too. She knew she looked pretty and her long blonde hair seemed especially sensual that night. She looked for Cassie and Adriana but they were nowhere to be found.

The elevator door opened on the third floor of the Himmelfarb Hotel where all the hospitality suites were. She was surprised to see that about 30 men lined both sides of the corridor. Most looked to be in various stages of inebriation. They all smiled and some began their catcalls. She began walking down the hall but didn’t get very far. She giggled as arms encircled her and fondled her breasts and her derriere. She felt kisses on her bare shoulders and soon her arms were grabbed on each side and she was passed down the hall. Her breasts were mauled by them but she tried to take it in stride giggling as she was moved down the hall.

However, soon her legs were grabbed and she was held aloft then she felt fingers under her skirt right up to her crotch. They probed her womanhood. Her skirt was pulled down and soon her pantyhose were pulled down. Now she was held tighter as the crowd chanted ìStrip Brianna-Leah. Strip Brianna. Strip her. Strip her.î She was caught in what they called ìThe Gauntletî. She had to run it and accept what they would dish out. There was no going back now. She was good natured about it as these were largely her colleagues. She giggled loudly as they passed her down the Gauntlet. She feigned being upset and said, ìYou guys are manhandling me!î She giggled uncontrollably as hands grabbed the waist band of her skirt.

She had not prepared for this. Now her skirt was pulled off and one man started waving it around like a flag. Soon her pantyhose and then panties came off. Her white, silky panties were passed along with each trainee pilot giving them the smell test burying their noses in the vag part where they could smell her vaginal mucous. Now she began to protest. ìYou guys give me back my panties. Give me back my panties.î But they were long gone making the rounds down the hall. They were sniffed so hard there could scarcely be any of her scent left. Her top was pulled off and only her bra remained on.

Fortunately, she thought to herself, she had just finished her period so no tampon was in her vagina. That would have been embarrassing. But then something else was. The cry went up ìFinger fuck her, finger fuck Brianna.î Then it started, she felt hands between her legs and fingers probing her pubic hair. Her labia were opened and first one finger entered her vagina. Then three, then four. She was passed further down the hall where her bra came off (to cries of ìshow us your tits, show us your titsî) and somebody mauled her breasts squeezing them hard so that she yelped. There were so many hands on her groping her womanhood, her breasts, her bottom, faces trying to kiss her lips.

They hauled her into one of the hospitality suites and placed her on a table that was about waste high. She was now a little worried and pleaded with them to let her go. She didn’t even know where her clothes were anymore. They ignored her cries. She heard herself saying ìLet me go you guys, let me goî. But then the hands caressed her breasts and vaginal area and she began moaning. Loudly. She said to no one in particular, ìLet me go you guys, let me goî. But now she didn’t sound very convincing at all. It sounded like her voice but in a far off dreamy place she occasionally let herself go to.

They weren’t going to let her go. Not for awhile anyway. Brianna-Leah was held by two men at each wrist high above her head. Another two held her at the ankles with her legs wide apart. Her womanhood was placed at the edge of the table so that a man standing could easily enter her vagina. Now she wanted to scream ìYou Bastards. You bloody Bastardsî. But the words wouldn’t come out. Not at all. Fingers entered her vagina and she heard herself say, ìOh My God, YES, YES, YES.î

One of the men said ìSee Brianna wants it, she really wants it.î Then they started chanting ìGive it to her. Give it to her.î Now she was giggling again. She loved getting attention from men. She really loved it. But this was quite a departure from the norm. She knew what was coming next and was completely given in to wanton sensuality. She was totally naked in front of 50 men in a hotel hospitality suite held down on a table and about to be penetrated by an aviator’s stiff penis. Or was she?

Brianna-Leah’s shapely hips and womanhood beckoned them all. She had plenty of downy, blonde pubic hair that framed her already moist vagina and all the guys there strained to get at least one finger into her womanhood. Some went back for seconds. By now she had been entered by dozens of fingers and multiples of them. She loved having sex but had never had it like this being taken by a randy bunch of drunken airmen on a table top while everyone watched.

She broke one leg and one arm free momentarily and kicked and fought like a tigress. She felt she couldn’t give in to them without a fight, or at least a semblance of a fight. Her leg caught her fellow officer on the side of the face knocking him over while her windmilling arm caught someone else square in the cheek. Maybe she shouldn’t have done that.