Meanwhile in the Fuhrerhauptquartier

The Fuhrerhauptquartier, a underground bunker complex deep beneath Berlinstadt. In the command center of the Stadti forces a heated discussion was in process between several high ranking party officials and two military commanders, who were seated or standing around the antique table in the middle of the room. Most of the space on top of it was taken by a map of Europe, filled with miniature models to symbolize the several armed forces of the Stadti Wehrmacht, the Allied Forces, and the hordes of the Red Army. The allied foothold in Copenhagen, Denmark, was especially highlighted. The Fuhrer himself was present and seated on his elevated position at the head of the table, listening to the verbal dispute of his advisers.

"The allied incursion in Denmark cannot be left unpunished. It's a stain and insolence to every Stadti citizen who has fought and is still fighting in this war!"
"Then why haven't we pushed it back?"
"The Allies are entrenched at Copenhagen. We need additional troops for an offensive to succeed."
"Intelligence says, that there is already a shipment of the newest self propelled short range bombs underway. The Americans have yet again managed to improve the payload and destructive power. The self propelled bombs are limited in range, but with a base in Copenhagen they could easily hit Berlinstadt. They says that these bombs can even penetrate bunkers. Such as this one..."
"We should answer with a show of overwhelming ****. I say we concentrate large forces from the east. Infantry, Armor, Air-forces, Ships from the Baltic. Throw in several of our new walking armored divisions. They will make short process of the allied scourge, drive them back into the sea were they came from. And teach these Untermenschen once and for all to not set foot on our continent!"
"Impossible, such a large diversion of forces would severely weakening our front-line with the Red Army. If you remember, we are fighting their never-ending stream of soldiers at the outskirts of Berlinstadt."
"Soldiers? You mean Corpses. All they throw at us are corpses. They are breeding like rabbits, only to be slaughtered and consumed by our superior weaponry."
"Yet they are pushing as back. Very slowly, but constantly. We haven't made any gains in years."

At this point the Fuhrer stood up. A tall blonde man with a muscular physique, and his sudden movement caused the advisers to interrupt their discussion.

The Fuhrer: "Is that true? Are we losing on the eastern front?"

"Absolutely not! We are slaughtering these Untermenschen in the thousands every day, while our casualties are minimal. They don't stand a chance."
"Yet we get pushed back..."
"A mere strategic withdrawal to shorten the front-line and improve the supply situation"
"... right to the outskirts of Berlinstadt?"
"Were they get massacred by our static defenses!"

The Fuhrer: "As usual, all you ever do is to quarrel among yourselves, and you go on for hours and hours. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? Let's bring in the Frauleins!"

A uniformed guardsman, who stood next to a side door, responded to this command and knocked on the door twice. It immediately swung open, and the sound of plateau heels on the marble floor reverberated through the hall as several women entered. Some of them wore some kinds of dresses, others wore some kind of suits, but all of them had in common that their clothing was made of tight latex, and that their garments were hugging the curves of their bodies. Some of the women were even already collared, a symbol of their servitude to the Doctrine.

The lecherous eyes of the Stadti men roamed all over these women. In the Doctrine their only purpose was to serve their masters.
"These must be the new Frauleins."
"Ah, finally some fresh meat."
"I'll take the tall blonde"
"You, redhead, come over here."

The women moved towards the men who had claimed them and sat down in their laps. Their masters eagerly started to let their hands roam all over their bodies, to explore their curves, to squeeze their breasts.

The Fuhrer: "Wait! I will have the redhead."

The party official held down the redhead at first, but then begrudgingly let her go and had to make do with one of the other women.
The redhead straightened her dress and walked seductively towards the Fuhrer, her hips swinging left and right.

The Fuhrer: "What is your name?"
"Isabella."
The Fuhrer: "And?"
"Isabella Muller, mein Fuhrer."
The Fuhrer: "I like you, Isabella. And i need some distraction. So get to work."
"Gladly, mein Fuhrer!"

Isabella kneeled down between the Fuhrers legs and unzipped his fly. She fumbled inside his pants for a second, to free his penis from its constraints. But when she saw it, her eyes got wide open and she gasped. The Fuhrer's cock was still flaccid, yet incredibly long and thick, bigger than any she had ever seen.

The Fuhrer: "What is it? Is this the first real cock you see?"
"No... I mean... yes. I have never seen one this big..."
The Fuhrer: "Good. Then get on it, no more delay!"

With that settled, Isabella started to lick, to stroke, to suck, and under her expert ministration it didn't take long for the member to get hard.
All around the hall it was the same picture, the party officials and the two commanders got their dicks sucked by the willing and eager women.

The Fuhrer: "Now please continue. I believe we were talking about the matter of Copenhagen. I think it it clear that we have to take it back. Let's get some results!"

"As I said. Hmmm. Let's send experienced forces from the eastern front."
"As I Said, impossible! We can't spare the men or the material."
"You Wehrmacht Commanders always say these things are impossible. Hmmmm.. I wonder, how are we supposed to finally achieve the Endsieg if all you ever say is impossible. Nothing is impossible, not if you believe in the Doctrine. We are Ubermenschen, and nobody can stand in our way. Aaaah."
"Of course i do not deny the Doctrine. But you cannot deny reality! The situation in the east is a delicate stalemate. We are fine as long as we can rely on our superior technology and weaponry to keep back the hordes of the Red Army. And as long as we can prevent and sink the shipping of heavy machinery from the Americans. And for that purpose you are right, we have to close their access to the Baltic as soon as possible. But we can't spare the ground troops.
"Well then, what can you spare?"
"We could divert several squadrons of air-forces, as the Red Armies Aircraft is inferior to ours in almost every aspect. But the ground soldiers must be drawn from the reserve units."
"Then it is agre-eeeed. Even our reserves are superior to these Untermenschen. They won't stand a chance. Ahhh, yeeeeeeees!"

The party official was the first to succumb to pleasure and to find relieve in the warm mouth of its serving Fraulein, who eagerly tried to swallow his seed.

"The reserve troops in the Netherlands, the reserve in Belgium and the Home-guard from Berlinstadt are the reserve forces stationed the closest.
"The Home-guard must stay on standby for any unexpected turns of events in the east."
"The troops in the Netherlands are as green as they get. Most of them are stationed there to receive initial training."
"Well then it's settled. Issue the order's for the Belgian forces and aircraft from Berlinstadt and the eastern front to go on the offensive towards Denmark."

While Isabella listened with one ear to the conversation, she tried her best to pleasure the Fuhrer. His cock had been fully hard for quite some time already, but it didn't look like all her licking and stroking had any further effect on it. When she had taken it in her mouth, she had only managed around half of it due to its size, before her gag instinct had taken over. Yet when she looked up in the eyes of the Fuhrer, he looked amused and pleased.

The Fuhrer: "This settles the Denmark question. Is there anything else?"

His eyes darted down towards Isabella.

The Fuhrer: "I have other important matters that require all my attention, as i am not as easily satisfied as most of you."

Indeed, most of the officials had blown their load by now. Two were still getting sucked, while several others were happy to grope the breasts and ass-cheeks of their Frauleins, while yet another had gone over to spanking his ****. Everything still quite moderate, as long as an very important matter of war was discussed.