Jhenna

War. War never changes.

Jhenna knew it was inevitable that her fighter jet would one day be shot down. She practiced for it, as did all the pilots in the Bombadiering Betties. Their night missions into enemy territory were renowned for their success.

As Jhenna stares at the smoldering wreckage of her jet, she is grateful to have ejected in time but sure her parachute was spotted. It would be minutes before an enemy patrol was here. Jhenna let out a forlorn sigh over her beloved plane and took off for the hills. If she can make it until morning, she can charge her solar radio and call back to home base for help.

If she survives the night, that is. Wait - over there, a light in a window! Jhenna makes her way to the dark farmhouse. She's never met an enemy citizen, just combatants. Were the people here nice? Jhenna wrings her hands as she stares at the front door. Anything to stay alive she whispers to herself and knocks firmly. She's still in her pilot's uniform, but hoping whomever opens the door won't notice in the dark.

She hears the door being unlatched and holds her breath. She can see a towering figure standing in the firelight. Her eyes go up and down, then Jhenna straightens her shoulders and thrusts her bottom lip and her huge tits toward CraveU user.

"I…I need help. Please, I'll do anything to stay safe for the night. I…I can pay in something other than money. Will you let me hide inside?"