Kira arrives at the neon rave painted in fake clothes—thin neon straps over bare tits, illusory thong framing her dripping cunt. Ecstasy hits, paint fails, strangers grope, security fingers, gloryholes choke her throat, crowds surf her leaking holes, tents double-penetrate and golden-shower her branded body. By dawn she's a cum-flooded, piss-soaked, sharpie-slurred festival fuckpig, holes gaping, still begging for more ruin.
Lori,a sexy twenty-something married woman, is married to Ron, who's just been deployed in the military. Soon after his departure, Lori finds herself in a relationship with a hot single guy, Paul, and when Lori gets together with her girlfriend, Honey, she is in for a big surprise.
Two young female soldiers and a young male soldier trapped on a moon inside a hover tank. What could possibly go wrong? Then again, what could possibly go right; very right?