Molto Nemici, Molto Honore part 4

Instead of merely letting her walk, Miriam's dashing would-be beau decided to take advantage of her slender, light-weight body and swept her up in his arms effortlessly, carrying her over to where she'd requested as if she were his bride instead of something markedly cheaper and less-exclusive. Puffing out a little exasperated sigh, Miriam resigned to make the best of it and do what she could to prevent the "commanders" of this over-engineered vessel from doing anything too suicidal. The sound of thousands of gallons of seawater being displaced and sluicing off the hull made a distant rumble. As if on cue, the musicians arrived - all four of them were women of Austria, like Miriam. The female musician's outfit was surprisingly restrained... a full-length red gown with a plunging neckline that would have been considered scandalously sexy 40 years ago, but now was oddly chaste. Unlike the nurses such as Miriam and the maids, these ladies had few regular duties and so they bore the brunt of the lower-ranking crew's attention. It was amazing to Miriam that, despite wearing easily-stained eveningwear, they managed to keep so clean. Fortunately for them, the six men aboard the bridge right now had enough women already that only two of them had to share, so the musicians were allowed to set up without interruption.

Looking over Anatoli's shoulder, she saw Eleonora, one of the maids, licking her lips after slipping her mouth off of the navigational officer's cock, leaving a ring of black lipstick, with a throaty chuckle. A deeply-tanned woman with her hair in two long chestnut-brown braids, Eleonora was so well-endowed that Miriam wondered how she managed to walk in rough seas without toppling over. Certainly, her dexterity was on display as she pushed the man beneath her down onto the couch and straddled his hips, rubbing herself back and forth along the length of his shaft while grabbing his hands and placing them upon her chest. The maids here, unlike the 'french style' uniforms that many high-ranking Stadti's preferred for their (often captured) serving girls, wore traditional peasant's blouses and aprons, and surprisingly long skirts that went all the way down to the knee. Eleonora was a manipulative one, who had tried to draw Miriam into her catty games before - not that the latter had any interest. Sure enough, with a twist of her hips the middle-aged man under her groaned, with a slight note of regret and disappointment mixed in with his pleasure. "Awww." Eleonora tutted, tracing her finger over his chest. "You didn't make it again. Don't worry, signore, I am sure that you'll make it next time."

A couple of the other maids - sisters, by the looks of them, blonde and freckled with petite figures - giggled and whispered to one another, probably admiring their little queen bee, even as a lieutenant and his junior aide noisily lapped at them between their legs. One of them saw Miriam looking at them as she was carried, and stuck out her tongue. Miriam rolled her eyes. What was the point of their petty popularity games when the world was ending? Apparently the idiotic bravery and obliviousness to danger of the men using them had rubbed off on them, as they seemed like they were enjoying themselves. It seemed a bit sick to Miriam, honestly. The one time that her younger brother had walked in on her being taken by a soldier, it had been the most mortifying experience of either of their lives, and they'd never spoken of it. But those two even held hands and exchanged whispers while the two officers stood, gave one another a friendly clap on the back, and grabbed the girls' legs to spread them apart and noisily spear them.

The one who she passed closest to was another of the nurses - one from the eastern reaches of the Stadt with icy blue eyes, short close-cropped jet black hair and a little 'beauty mark' on her cheek that the crew simply adored. Though she wore the same leather zip-up corset as Miriam, she filled it out much more thoroughly, to say the least. Named Ivanna, she was one of the few on this ship that Miriam could call a friend, and one of her most frequent co-workers. The second in command, a very tall and muscular man with a shaved head and a thick moustache, had been taking his time squeezing her waist and breasts with his strong grip, but at the captain's urging, he gave Ivanna a sharp spank on her bottom and barked a command in her ear rudely, angling his rod straight up and past the hem of her skirt.

Unable to refuse, Ivanna looked to Miriam, who gazed back sympathetically, before lifting up her hips, holding the hard, towering cock straight and doing all the work of aiming it at the tight pink lips of her pussy, and sitting down... at first, the man's glans was so thick that it just squished up against the exterior of Ivanna's petals without splitting them, making the buxom nurse take a sharp intake of breath and bite her lip. She had to wiggle her hips back and forth before the bell-end slid inside, and she visibly held her breath as she sank down centimeter by centimeter. Roughly, the officer under her squeezed her stomach again and **** her to sit up very straight as she sat down, resting her pale cheeks against his lap. It was an impressive little magic trick, as eight inches of salami had completely vanished from sight.

"What are you acting so hesitant for today, nurse?" the man grunted in an irate voice. "You're hardly moving... don't be so unromantic. Come on, I've gone without a girl for two days now, selflessly saving up my cum just for you. The least you can do is work a little harder to receive it." Unseen to the officer, who was facing away from her, Ivanna's eyes widened a moment and she gulped, before nodding. "Y-yes, sir! Just... guide me with your hands to show how fast you want it, and I will be sure to keep pace..." Reaching up, he used her heaving breasts as handles, pushing her up and down once every few seconds, forgoing a great speed in favor of... depth.

At last it was, of course, Miriam's turn. Unlike the two officers going after the blond sisters, Anatoli didn't have the patience to properly work his way up. He laid Miriam so that her back was resting on the consoles near the windows just in time for them to un-shutter and de-pressurize with a series of clacks. He rucked Miriam's skirt up around her waist and let his manhood flop out against her lower abdomen like a meaty club. Fortunately, watching all the sex around her had helped Miriam compensate for her usual lack of enthusiasm on a purely physiological level, and she felt she was about wet enough that it wouldn't be uncomfortable when he went in. Still she had a lingering sense of distaste at his lecherous touch - he wasn't unattractive physically, but everything about him was so very exhausting to put up with. If he managed to get her with child, Miriam knew that he'd probably want to marry her, and she liked to hold onto hope that she could defy the odds and find someone more compatible.

Before she could survey the situation outside, he was leaning in and kissing her passionately on the lips and massaging her shoulders with his hands. He whispered a few things that she couldn't quite make out in between crushing her mouth beneath his. "Mmff," Miriam's nose bumped against his as she tried to gently wrestle out of the lip-lock. "Let me... turn around so that you can give it to me fast and hard. I think it would be... exciting if I could look at the gauges for all those powerful guns and antennas while you show me the Stadt's organic power." She blushed as she spoke, if only because she lacked confidence in her ability to say romantic things without getting too literal. Fortunately, Anatoli didn't seem to mind and gave her one last lick under her chin before rolling her over and beginning to rub his curved shaft up and down her ass-crack. Miriam allowed herself to hope that he was aiming at her ass - she was always meticulous in every part of her hygiene, after all - and relaxed that little 'star' as if to entice him. Unfortunately, he was set on what he wanted and with a quavering moan, pushed the head of his member into her tight tunnel.

Miriam had her bottom held up very high, taking advantage of her heels, while she rested her arms and shoulders at the console. Thanks to the radar, now that the ship was surfaced she could tell where the enemy was more clearly. An American cruiser was off in the distance. And, instead of waiting for the order to properly be given, the crew in charge of fire control cut loose as soon as they (thought they had) gotten the range and bearing correct, and with a series of distant hisses and splashes, two-score torpedoes were disgorged. As if he'd been waiting for that moment, the big man who'd been forcing Ivanna to ride his lap bucked up against her with an audible slapping of flesh and grunted, doing his best imitation of the u-boats prow and unleashing countless millions of his own personal torpedoes up inside the tidy dark-haired nurse, eliciting a cry of surprise from its suddenness. Glancing back, Miriam saw Ivanna instinctively trying to stand up but get pulled back down almost immediately, producing a squishy ring of white seepage around her penetrated cunt from the shaft slipping all the way out before going back in to the base.

"Oh," Eleonora said, having stood up from her man while he recovered, ostensibly to collect a plate of food so that she could erotically hand-feed him like a Roman **** girl. "It looks like Frau Pichler is playing favorites again. Isn't that the 6th time this month that the dashing lieutenant has had you? Don't you girls think she's being selfish, keeping such a fine stallion all to herself? Well, I don't want to be jealous, as tempting as it is. Mmm," she pressed her breasts up against Anatoli's back before sliding down past his hips, "why don't you stand up on your tip-toes so that I can give your balls a good licking while you do your duty upon this smart little girl."

"Little girl?!" Miriam snapped back at her. "I'm at least six years older than y- AHH!" she let a shrill cry out in spite of herself as Anatoli shut her up with a sudden, sharp thrust that **** the deepest part of her open. "And... if those torpedoes don't impact before the American cruiser can fire at us, or that destroyer can close in, we might be taking catastrophic damage... The impact of large-caliber shells can cause the reactor -"

Anatoli apparently found her sensible advice distracting, because he reached forward and put his hand rudely in Miriam's face, digging two fingers into her mouth and muffling her. He stood up high so that his thrusts from behind were also coming down into her, magnifying their forcefulness. No matter how her mind felt, Miriam's body was responding, and her pussy was dribbling a stream down his shaft that Anatoli could feel moistening the surface of his balls by the 12th stroke.

"AHHH!" Miriam squealed - not because of the cock filling her and waggling its mushroom head back and forth behind her navel, but because there was a flash and a distant boom as the cruiser's massive four-barreled turrets opened fire. Those were guns designed for anti-aircraft work, with a flat trajectory. She braced herself to be thrown to the ground - but there were only splashes as the shells fell short.

Slap slap slap slap. The eager lieutenant's hips were making a rhythmic tune against her little ass as the musicians began to play an upbeat tune in earnest. Thump, thump thump - more naval gunfire splattered, adding a sort of bass-line to the symphony. The stress was about more than Miriam could bear. Seemingly oblivious to the danger, Captain Volta - not bothering to bring any of the girls with him or interact with them in any way - boldly strode out onto the deck of the surfaced u-boat and set up a reclining beach chair, producing a hinged three-panel mirror to focus the sun from the temporarily-cleared sky onto himself.

So relaxed was their "commander" that he didn't even look up or move when the distant American cruiser shuddered with explosions. It had engaged its engines at full, but without the rockets that smaller (and larger) ships could mount, the cruiser was out of its element facing a torpedo attack, and it couldn't evade such a large spread. Her eyes flicked to the radar - which nobody was monitoring. "There... are no aircraft coming. I think the- mmmmfff!" she was prevented from contributing by Anatoli rubbing his hand over her cheek and mouth again, and pinning her painfully hard against the bronzed console with the weight of his hips.

"Ivanna and I really should be in the medical bay," she said, determinedly twisting her head aside so she could speak, sending her black nurse cap falling to the ground. "That cruiser looks like it was hit badly, I can see smoke... but it is still firing. And the destroyer is... speeding up... maybe trying to get behind? Someone should tell the reactor crew that they need to take advantage of the new beryllium-shielded rod array and push the engines further, that's what they are there for..."

"Oh," Anatoli moaned, "she is so intelligent. You'll make a wonderful wife back in the Stadt, baby. That ugly Yankee fleet is getting demolished by our superior machinery, right?? Oh yeah! Let me make sure you have 'something' to remember this victory by for the next nine months!" he shouted, beaming in idiotic pride. Miriam rolled her eyes even as she felt the hot, thick length of meat spreading her open throb and shake inside of her. Unsurprisingly, she hadn't even gotten to cum, herself - the man thought of nothing but himself. "Nngh..." she gritted her teeth but said nothing, trying to wiggle forward to at least get him out of her. Exhausted, Anatoli finally released her and staggered back, collapsing on one of the couches.

Though she dearly wished to trot off to the nearest bathroom and clean up before she had to endure too much of the icky sensation of his seed slowly leaking back out of her, Miriam stayed where she was. "Ivanna," she said, ignoring Eleonora's teasing, "could you... go check and make sure that they are doing alright in engineering, since the bridge crew here is... well taken care of now?" The short-haired nurse nodded, wriggling free of the strong hands holding her on the muscular officer's lap and doing an awkward shuffle towards the door with her legs held together, so as not to get cum-stains on her stockings that would get the maids to fuss and complain at her.

Letting out a long sigh, Miriam allowed herself to relax a tiny bit - which had the side effect of causing a big droplet of Anatoli's cum to bulge out from between her lips, causing a very odd sensation. Perhaps the worst was over... but only if that Yankee destroyer did the sensible thing and pulled back. Then the u-boat could move in close to the shipyards, deploy some torpedoes and send the kampschwimmers out for a second sortie, and declare absolute victory before turning back for a second perilous run past Gibraltar for their home port in Naples. And, sexually, as well - it wasn't ideal, but there were worse days than having one man give you a quick fuck from behind. But, of course, it was always dangerous to bet on anyone being sensible, in these times...