Standard ammunition delivery procedure

A couple of the dirty-minded crewmen found the time to make offhanded comments about this new officer, another cherished ritual. The phenomenon of rise of countless thousands of ladies through the ranks of the Brass was based on an unwritten rule: having a woman as your boss was a mild humiliation, but having a gorgeous girl as your direct subordinate was a sweet gig. And since that mentality went all the way up the chain of command and the top of the pyramid got their wants and needs prioritized, a pretty girl had a lot of upward momentum... if a Brigadier General wanted his command post to be a revolving door of tits popping out of uniform jackets he was generally happy to put every Tom, Dick and Harry in at the platoon level of his **** under the command of his personal pinup collection. The eggheads at the Statistical Information Analysis Division had recently worked out that, despite the higher incidence of complaints and slight underperformance in a few categories, majority-male units under the command of this kind of Brass experienced markedly less non-sexual disciplinary infractions and 40% fewer requests for leave.

Drew had been fond of citing that little fact ever since she learned it halfway through training. These deck-swabbing, shell-jerking goons down here weren't going to be convinced by words, though. They all wanted to see their representative reassert what they felt was their authority. Knowing what was coming, the Lieutenant Commander put her hand up on top of her hat to hold it in place... moments later the first ringing slap of palm against curvaceous behind joined the clanking of shells being dropped into place.

"What's this?" Mangano grunted, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Drew's panties and yanking them upwards so forcefully that she couldn't help but yelp at the feel of rough cotton digging into her slit. "Ya tryin' to throw up obstacles there, babe?" He roughly bunched them up in his greasy palm, binding her privates painfully tight, before dragging them down her quivering thighs, leaving them to get bunched up against the cuffs of her boots. Thanks to the heels, when she was bent over like this, the skirt of the officer's uniform was short enough to show off both the slightly crinkled pink lips of her slit and the highly clenched pucker of her asshole.

"They're... an optional part of the uniform, seaman." Drew said in a tone, trying as hard as she could to be nonchalant. "And since we're gonna be out to see for a long time as soon as this destroyer gets the okay in final inspection tomorrow morning or thereabouts and puts to sea... well, off the record, you oughta restrain yourself and treat me with respect even when I... happen to be available like this." Turning around and looking at him over her shoulder. Aside from a lot of hair and sweat there were no distinguishing marks on this petty officer's body... like most of the crew on board this ship (including her), this would his first real assignment. Half a year hence when they had a few missions under their belts, if the ship was still afloat, the crew would likely have a great variety of tattoos, scars, and prosthetics to show they'd done their time. The female crew and officers, of course, would be marked in other ways in addition to those...

Drew was unable to stop herself from letting out a strangled yelp when Mangano slapped the same ass-cheek as before even harder, this time getting even more surface area with her panties pulled down. "Ahh yeah, she felt that one." the brutish sailor chuckled with satisfaction. "Let's see if she's gonna be able to fulfill her real greatest duty to dis' great country of ours." Looking over her shoulder, Drew was able to see him dramatically extend two thick sausage-like fingers and draw them back before plunging them forcefully into her.

"Yep, her, heheh, breech needs some greasin' up before any shells get loaded in there. With all the guys in here it's gonna get a lot of use before we hit the bunks tonight, I figures. I better find the valve." Pulling his fingers out, creating a shiver-inducing dragging sensation that made Drew bite her lip, he went up to three fingers and spat on them noisily. Not wanting to watch, LtCmdr McKnight faced forward again and increased her lean, focusing on the giant ammo box in front of her and putting her hands up against the cold sheet metal to steady herself.

When she assumed the position like that, Drew spotted a little scribbled cartoon on the side - aside from the phenomenon of nose art, bored factory workers and inspectors slacking off from their responsibilities liked to doodle on anything they could get their hands on. This cartoon, despite being hastily done, showed a bit of artistic talent, but not much taste: it depicted a riveted-together phallus, labeled 'Diesel City', emitting a long stream of artillery shells with tadpole-like tails, flying in an arc towards a spread pair of female legs labeled 'Europa'. That wasn't something Drew particularly wanted to see at the moment, so she squeezed her eyes shut.

While the seaman started roughly shoving his fingers in and out of her, allowing his pinky to rub up against the sensitive spot at the top of her hood (just as likely by accident as on purpose), Drew squeezed her eyes shut and tried to imagine it was a movie star like William Holden or somebody, instead of this gorilla. Soon she was able to hear a faint "schlicking" noise, and a not-entirely-unpleasant warmth started spreading through her hips. No sooner had she started to softly moan to herself than Mangano gave her other bottom cheek a matching red handprint with a loud *pop*!

"Enough of that already!" Drew said in a mildly annoyed voice, tensing up her sore bottom before turning herself around - though she didn't straighten up and kept bent over. "I'm gonna have to be sitting down in fire control later ya know!" She said, looking up at the crew-cut petty officer while she undid the buttons on his pants and allowed all seven inches of his John Thomas to flop out. Drew suppressed a sigh of relief - it could be worse. This guy was big, but not big enough to actually **** her with. She planted a kiss on the tip with her ruby red lips before taking the whole mushroom head in her mouth and starting to suck on it like a lollipop. This was her favored way of taking care of business - much safer than any of the alternatives, even if the taste had never quite grown on her.

"Ungh." Although Drew felt the shaft sliding into her mouth stiffening and saw that hairy set of balls tighten up, Petty Officer Mangano gave a grunt of disgust. "Jeezy Pete, Commander; with your hair like that and your tiny tits, from up here, it looks like I'm getting blown by a fairy. It ain't workin' for me. Besides, I gotta set a good example for the boys..." He reached down and grabbed Drew roughly by her shoulders, jerking her forcefully up to her feet and making her stumble to maintain her footing.

"C'mere, doll..." he said, reaching down to wrap his hands around his superior officer's latex-clad waist and putting her in a grip so tight she could hardly breathe before lifting her up off her feet, leaving her heels dangling inches from the floor.

"Hey... what's the idea? You doing exercises or something...?" Drew asked pointedly, adding a **** laugh and wrapping her hands around his tree-truck of a neck for support. Still, she knew he could see her nervousness in her eyes.

"Nah, like I says, I was gonna explain a couple things, right?" Mangano growled at her, letting his pants slip off completely and carrying her over closer to the work-space where shells were being unpacked. There was a loud cracking sound as another box was broken open - when the airtight seals were breached, the inert gas surrounding the shells inside was released, flooding the whole magazine room with a bitter stink until it was sucked upward and out by fans.

"Come on, put me down already." Drew grumbled, giving the goon a light kick in the shin. "I ain't gonna be sticking around here as long as you think so decide what you want already..."

"Sure, sure, if that's orders." Mangano chuckled cruelly and hefted her up a bit more before dropping her, butt-first, onto what turned out to be a big, phallic artillery shell. It was far, far too large to actually go in even if she'd been trying to fit it and willing to suffer injury, but the little protruding tip of the detonator lodged right in her anus, the cold metal sending shivers up her spine and making her yelp so loudly that all the working sailors chuckled.

He even kept hold of Drew's kicking legs, preventing them from reaching the floor so that she was **** to most of her bodyweight on the big shell, the rounded edges of the tip pushing up tightly against her anus. "Y'ever hear of 'Navy Style', doll? Lotta the guys like to use women up the tailpipe. I dunno how it started but it's how the cookie crumbles. Some fresh little dish like you, though, I don't think you could handle it. Maybe, heheh, the 'small calibers' of some of those dopes, but not my big gun."

"Hnngghh..." Was all Drew could muster in response. She looked over at the two enlisted girls, who watched in morbid fascination, knowing this would be in their near future as well.

"So, besides not wantin' to do any damage, we'd run into the same problem as before, y'see? Anyone who saw me using you from behind an' caught a glimpse of the back of your head might get the wrong idea about the kinda guy I am, y'see?" as he spoke, he roughly grabbed one of Drew's lower legs and yanked her panties off it, leaving them dangling on her left ankle and her slicked-up, freshly-shaved pussy on display to everyone who cared to look. In the process of trying to clench her buttocks and support herself better against the shell, Drew naturally ended up spreading her legs wider.

"Besides, like my buddy there was sayin, doin' it like that or using a girl's mouth goes against the spirit of the P.R.A., right? So I'll do my duty to make sure that when this tin can is puttin' into the maintenance dock six months from now, you'll be waddling off onto the dock with a big belly and a stamped letter of leave."

Drew squeezed her eyes shut again, wincing at the mental image, and was unable to stop her mouth dropping open a little bit. "That's...!" she started to protest, but caught herself and gritted her teeth. She didn't like hearing it said that way but there was no way she could really protest, not without it coming out in the form of dangerously seditious sentiments. Instead she just trailed off into a whine as Mangano started rubbing the spit-slicked head of his monster up and down against her pussy lips. It seemed to go on forever, and the sensation of him rubbing against the top of her sex got her much wetter down there than his spit-slicked fingers had.

In anticipation, the rest of the crew slacked off loading shells for a minute and watched. Once the petty officer felt her abdominal muscles relax even slightly, with one hand on her calf and the other keeping a grip on her waist to steady her, he shoved forward and impaled her. Drew let out a breathy cry as her head tilted back and her cap fell off. As the thick throbbing cock worked its way deeper and deeper into her, her legs trembled and she squeezed, still tense from the little plug of metal grinding against her asshole. Much to her humiliation, this meant that when Mangano pushed in a few inches deeper, it **** some trapped air out of her cunt noisily - which led all of the other sailors to laugh and give a quick round of applause.

"Ah... ahh... Eeeeeee!" LtCmdr McKnight had no more retorts except for gasps and high-pitched squeals as the beef-cake started slowly stroking in and out of her, going a little deeper each time. Soon she felt the tight, hairy pouch of his scrotum start touching her, squeezed between her taint and the now-lukewarm metal of the cannon shell.

**** to end the **** of her anus, Drew took her only alternative, and tightened her grip on Petty Officer Mangano's neck as well as wrapping her legs around his muscle-bound hips, digging the heels of her boots into the small of his back and squeezing his whole body between her thighs. It **** his cock so deep inside her pussy that more air got squeezed out, but at least she was able to lift herself up and let the metal of the shell finally slip out of her anus.

Swinging her around towards the crew, Mangano grunted again, this time exultantly, as he started to pound his man-meat into his commanding officer's pretty little pussy while holding her up. Soon, even a lug like him started getting tired from such a demanding position though, and he turned again to shove Drew's back up against one of the shell boxes, pinning her against in the wall so he could drive his hard dick into her with maximum ****.

In Drew's mind, the clanging of the shells and distant tools faded almost to nothing, as her own heavy breathing and the sound of her hips slapping against the burly sailor's pelvis filled her ears. Unable to do anything else, she clung tightly to the man fucking her and rested her head on his shoulder. "Unhh... Mmmf... H-hey, sailor," she whispered into his ear, unable to keep her voice casual anymore, "I haven't had a chance to have any breakfast today... are, mmf, are you sure you won't let me swallow what you've got saved up there instead? And I've just remembered, we've got, ahh, some more crew schedules and other orders to discuss..."

"No problem, babe." Mangano whispered back to her with a smirk, giving her a rough kiss on the cheek. For a moment, Drew relaxed, until she heard what he said next. "I'm already about to blow my stack inside you, here - I'm sure the crew in the officer's mess will have plenty of protein for ya though."

Unconsciously, Drew winced and dug her fingernails and heels into the sailor's back... but that just seemed to excite him further. With a triumphant roar, he pinned her so forcefully to the wall it almost knocked the breath out of her, and Drew felt a wet splash inside her as the thick, veiny cock stretching out her sex began throbbing powerfully. She tried half-heartedly to wriggle up off his cock, but she was between a stud and a hard place and stayed right where she was, pinned against his sweaty bulk, until his cock started to go limp and he finally let it slip out of her. She was so tense that she tightened back up just a few seconds after the tool was withdrawn from her, with a big fat droplet of pearly white "seaman" already starting to ooze its way out of her. And the worst part was - she hadn't even gotten to cum. Maybe if it hadn't've been for that shell poking her behind during the first part, she thought, frustrtedly...

Setting her back down on her heels again - which caused Drew to stumble, her knees still shaking from the experience - Mangano sighed with satisfaction and reached into Drew's top to give one of her perky little breasts a farewell squeeze. "I'll let you know if there's any more problems commander, heheh. You've been a big help, I 'prreciate it. If you're about to run off, make sure you keep your legs together as you walk and try not to get anything on the floor.

Red-faced, Drew could only gulp and nod as she felt the aching tingling of near-orgasm sizzling in her crotch, squeezing her thighs together as she shuffled back to the door on the double. From the cries behind her, she could hear that one of those enlisted girls was already getting bent over to be used in the same way, but she thought better of turning back around to reprimand them. As soon as she was out of the magazine, Drew - settling her cap back on top of her head - decided that reporting back to the bridge could wait a few minutes, and looked for the nearest head. Unfortunately, unlike the bunks, those facilities were all unisex...