Smoke and Fire

Commissar Sophia Ivanova's gaze slowly took in the scene inside of the battered tank. She adjusted her tall officer's cap over her jet black hair and beheld the disheveled men with a glacial gaze from her ice blue eyes, the raising of her arms causing the red-trimmed hem of her skirt to rise in such a way that her smoothly shaven pussy was visible for a brief, tantalizing moment. They had all stopped what they were doing and gazed with terrified lust at her. Her commissar's uniform hugged her exquisite form perfectly as she pulled the hemline back into place with a smart tug.

Her gaze finally rested on Foreman Batmonkiin. A slight, amused grin turned up the corners of her luscious, full lips as her high-heeled knee high combat boots clicked on the steel floor as she approached him. He swallowed hard as his mind desperately raced for any transgression he may have committed. The normally boastful Mongolian was paralyzed with fear. Still, his cock started to swell with blood as the tall, pale woman approached.

"I hear you are a man short, Foreman." Sophia said with a husky voice. Batmonkiin wiped the sweat from his wide brow and nodded. The men watched as she turned and climbed into position behind the dormant machine gun, her ass perfectly framed as she had to bend over to get into position. The men stared as she racked the bolt and leaned into the gun, her eyes scanning the twisted metal horizon. She smiled a cold smile and met each man's gaze with her own. "Forward."

Mikail and Badmonkiin snapped out of their trance. "Yes Commissar!" the Mongolian replied, swiveling back to the controls. He throttled the tank back up to full, the enormous diesel engine roaring back to life as its quad-tread design lurched toward the shattered ruins of a long-dead factory. Sophia's brilliant eyes peered through the scope as she trained the gun left and right.

The factory had been the sight of intense fighting some 10 years ago, but now it was just convenient cover for Stadti snipers. Sophia felt her breath deepen in anticipation, causing her red trimmed commissar's dress to tighten around her voluptuous, D-cup breasts. Mikail tore his gaze from her and got back into position. Try as he might, he couldn't take his mind off the idea of just how good Commissar Ivanova's pussy would feel sliding over his thick cock; her puffy pink nipples swirling in his chest hair as the crew...

PING

Mikail snapped out of his fantasy as he heard the first 8mm rifle round harmlessly ricochet off of the tank's hardened steel shell. Sophia swiveled the machine gun into neutral position as Badmonkiin turned quickly to the left. Mikail gritted his teeth as he knew what was coming. The Stadtis had gotten very, very good at ranging tanks with probing shots through the fog and smoke.

PING

Another hit to confirm the range. Badmonkiin spit as he drove the tank directly into a partially collapsed diner, the tank smashing through the concrete wall as if it wasn't even there. The shattered wall crumbled as the roof, what was left of it anyway, crashed down on top of them. Badmonkiin hoped it was enough.

The Panzerfaust Mk 9 anti tank rocket slammed into the concrete outside of the diner, its green paint staining the concrete before skittering down the block and exploding harmlessly against an abandoned pharmacy facade. "Turn!" Commissar Ivanova shouted, though Badmonkiin was already executing the maneuver. The tank groaned as it turned in place as the tiles crunched beneath the treads. The next hit detonated on the wall sending chunks of concrete and twisted pipe crashing against the armor. Sophia bit her lip and shifted in her seat. Her nipples hardened and a wet warmth moistened her tight, pink sex in anticipation. She loved this part.

The Object 279's main gun roared to life as the 130mm shell punctured the darkness. There is a second of silence after the shell if fired before Badmonkiin barks the adjusted trajectory to his men. Mikail and his comrades, now set to purpose, were relentlessly efficient as another shell was loaded. Once again, the main cannon thundered. Mikail was already extracting the spent shell when the unbelievable **** of an exploding Panzerfaust round slammed into the front of the tank. Everyone was thrown to the side, but the tank's armor held.

"Burn them out!" Sophia shouted over the noise. Badmonkiin grinned a wicked grin.

"With pleasure, Commissar!" The precious white phosphorus round, one of only three that they had, was loaded into the breech. The turret turned and raised slightly before firing. Mikail didn't need to see what happened next. He'd seen it before; the white pockmarks on his left arm and shoulder a testament to the brutality of the Endless War.

The round hit high and erupted into a white hot shower of burning phosphorus. He didn't need to hear the screams of the Stadti soldiers to know the had hit their mark. Sophia's expression told him everything. He watched as she squeezed the trigger, round after round barking from the machine gun; causing her luscious form to jiggle from the recoil. Her eye glinted through the scope as she ripped off a string of rounds into the smoke. It was much easier to see your targets in such conditions when they were on fire.

Badmonkiin crashed through the wall, the next shell ready to fire. A peppering of machine gun fire hit the turret. He leaned into the view finder to see a Stadti stumbling toward them, his precious armor melting into his flesh. The man fired wildly at the tank with his old STG-44 before coming apart in a hail of machine gun fire unleashed by Commissar Ivanova. Mikail couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard a faint moan escape her lips as she erased the fascist scum from the Earth.

Three men stumbled out of the fog, their arms raised in surrender. Badmonkiin could see they were thin from hunger and exhaustion. He leveled the main gun on them as he reached for the handheld speaker. Slim, white fingers slid over his before he could depress the button to address them. His eyes first saw her exposed, alabaster breasts topped with hard, large nipples before taking in her pouty lips and lustful gaze. Her other hand slid over his cock, squeezing his swelling member as she worked the fly.

Sophia smiled as she gripped his manhood, her nipples gently brushing the tip of the uncut Mongolian member. Mikail was already up, desperately unbottoning his stained trousers as he approached her shapely ass. Sophia didn't even look back as he pushed her tight skirt up and beheld the Jewel of the Kremlin before lining his cock up with it.

"Fire." she said with a husky voice as her lips encircling Badmonkiin's cock. He pulled the trigger, the round slamming into the ground just in front of the surrendering men just as Mikail slid his twitching rod into her fever-hot sex. Sophia arched her back as her tight pussy was filled with a hard thrusting comrade's cock. It was Bloc doctrine every man was entitled to "seize the means of production", which had come to mean something very different as more and more troops were needed and breeding was a matter of national security. Besides, she was charged with keeping up troop morale, after all; and these men would need it for the battle to come...