Living machine

Distressed VI

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Hello again! Yeah, I know, two posts in 2 month’s time! No really it’s happening! I hope you enjoyed the last entry, here’s part 6, I’m really enjoying these characters a lot. I know I gotta get back to the other stories, too, but hey, I’m gonna ride this wave as far as I can. I hope you enjoy the ride and the story as much I I am, if not more!

Enjoy.

 

Distressed VI

Tankovy stopped herself before entering the valley, in the valley was the village she snatched Johnny from his unit almost a year ago. It was still night time, another bright moon hung in the sky turning the landscape a hue of blue, like a cool sea the desert crashed violently against the jagged rocks that formed the cliffs and mountains. The sand piling up looking like plumes of water flung into the sky by their crashing momentum. Tankovy had never seen the ocean, but from the stories she’s read, the likeness men have made like this, that’s how she imagined it. She was also wondering how she would get across that ocean that separated America from Afghanistan, would she fly in a plane? Would she sail on a ship? Would she even leave, or will she be left in the desert again? Abandoned by those she trusted again. The thought pained her, she almost cried again. She shook off that fear and thought of more immediate matters, Johnny had eaten the last can of unspoiled food she had. She planned to get to the base in two days, now it’s probably going to be three days because of their extended walk and other enjoyable pastimes. She stared at the empty can she had in her hand. Damn humans! Why do you have to eat so much? She knew that he was already thin and frail, malnourished despite feeding him all the food the Taliban gave her, he used so much energy just to heal his body he ended up losing most of his mass. He said he could go a day without eating but she was determined to at least feed him something. She figured that everything she can do for him can only make her look better in the eyes of the American army, so she was going to feed him. She was able to collect some money throughout the years here, what money it was or how much it was worth she had absolutely no idea. Her sense of monetary value was unfounded, she had never had to buy anything in her life. She knew it was late, it probably just turned into a new day, she didn’t quite know. She fished the money out of her little collection bin on her turret and looked at it, literally her life’s savings, amounted to a handful of coins and bills. She removed the few bits that were Russian rubles, and was left with even less material. She prayed it was enough. She set it aside in her hull, putting the rubles back in her collection bin, and laid down to rest. Suddenly she was hit with exhaustion and blacked out. When she woke up she found Johnny stretching and exercising beside her.

“What are you doing!? I have no more food for you, you can’t waste energy like this! Johnny!” He was also just in his old underwear he’s had for almost a year. She enjoyed his exposed body but the situation ruined any appealing factor it would have.

“I can’t sit around and no nothing, I’ll rot away. I’ll be fine, Tankovy, I’ll be fine.” He continued jogging in place, wincing in pain at the exertion.

“Johnny you’re going to hurt yourself, you’re not healthy enough to do this! Please stop! Look, right in the valley is the town I found you in,” he stopped jogging and looked at the valley’s opening, “in that town we can get you some food. I have some money to buy something, I hope.” He just stared into the valley absently. Tankovy pulled the money she set aside out and tried to show him. “See? It’s not much, but it’s all I have.” She sounded defeated. Johnny broke his gaze from the valley and looked at the money and her, she handed it to him, he counted it. “Is it enough?” She croaked.

“Yeah,” he said after hesitation, “it should do fine.” Tankovy saw the look on his face he tried to hide, she knew he was lying.

“It’s all I have.” She almost cried. His face curled into a scowl, she was getting upset.

“I’ll be fine Tankovy, I get up camping, I can go hungry for a day or two.”

“No you can’t! I won’t let you!” She was on the verge of crying. An idea flickered into his mind.

“Wait a minute, you still have something,” she was confused and offended at the conclusion she jumped to, “you have that gun, yeah?” She clung to her roof mounted HMG and her gaze paled.

“But I love my Dishka…” she whimpered.

“No. The other gun.” She grabbed her cannon and whimpered more. He rolled his eyes and slackened. “No, the other, other gun.” She was blank. “The AK.”

“Oh! Yes! It’s in the basket!”

“Well I don’t want it, do you?” She scoffed.

“I’ve seen thousands of these, I don’t give a rats ass for it.”

“Sounds like we’re going to make a shop owner believe in the second amendment.”

“The what?”

“Oh shit, yeah I gotta teach you all about that stuff if you’re trying to be an American citizen.” When he said that her spirits lifted, she even sat higher on her suspension, eyes illuminating bright blue.

“Well let’s go get some food then. Oh yeah, you’re gonna have to do all the talking, I can’t be seen by the locals like this.”

“Like what?” Before his eyes he watched hers disappear behind an invisible shutter, he suddenly couldn’t see her mouth either. He was startled. “Am I fucking crazy? Tankovy!”

“I’m still here, чертов идиот, I’m hiding.”

“Well you really fucking suck at it, I see you.”

“No my face, I don’t look alive, yeah?”

“I guess so.” He shrugged. “Whatever. How’s this going down?”

They moved into the valley, he wore some old clothes he had showing his American patch while he stood in the commanders hatch, acting like he was commanding a driver around. Tankovy paraded herself like she was just another tank, engine loudly rumbling, gun up high, machine gun backwards and pointing up to the sky, jerking around like some guy was struggling to work the tillers. Johnny jostled around, the AK was by his leg, just out of sight. The village looked like any other village he’d seen. Tan brick buildings with vibrantly colored rugs, ships, awnings, and decorations. There were a bunch of old cars down trodden and strewn about, children played in the streets and there were plenty of vendors in their stalls. Tankovy slowed and carefully watched the children, Johnny watched them, too, but also the men. He saw no weapons, he was more at ease. He focused on what they were here for and tried identifying shops for food. Eventually they stumbled across one, across the street from where Tankovy ambushed and kidnapped Johnny. He stopped her and climbed out and down to the ground, staggering towards the bearded man in the door.

“You speak English?” He asked the man, the man said something in Arabic and turned into the building, stepping inside. Johnny was very worried, he was visually anxious. Tankovy watched carefully, ready to pull him away at the first sight of trouble. The man returned with his father, he was obviously older.

“How do I help you?” He asked. Johnny was relieved.

“Yes, thank you, do you sell food here?”

“Yes.”

“Great, we don’t have much money, but we can also give you a rifle to trade for food, if you accept?” The old man nodded, turned to his son and spoke Arabic, who replied to his father.

“Show us the rifle.” Johnny nodded and trotted to Tankovy, hoping up to grab the gun. He showed them the gun, the magazine, and the ammo he had. The two men spoke to each other and nodded. “We accept the trade. How many meals? Three?” Johnny was going to say one, but figured it’d be better to take the three instead. He agreed to the three and asked for the food to be in paper wraps so he could take them and be on his way. The son went inside to make the meals, the old man got close to Johnny and spoke softly to him.

“What’s a American doing with a Russian tank?” Johnny was not ready to answer this, hes quick on his feet, however.

“We found it, took it for ourselves. Just trying to get back to base.” The man nodded.

“You have a big beard, son, how long have you had it?”

“Oh this? It’s nothing, I go a month without shaving and it’s crazy.” The man’s icy gaze pierced Johnny’s.

“It has been a very long time since I’ve seen a American with a beard like yours. A very long time.” Johnny grew anxious again, stepping closer to Tankovy. “You must have been around for a while, did you hear the big explosion the other night?” Johnny was very uncomfortable. The old man reached into his pocket, Johnny stared at his hand. Tankovy prepared to rip Johnny away and bolt. Her arm slowly slithered from behind Johnny towards him. The man pulled his hand out of his pocket with a challenge coin and a fist full of crumpled Afghanistan bills. “Keep the money, my friend.” He dropped the coin into his pocket before his son came out with three kebabs. Johnny recognized the coin and relieved all tension, he smiled and thanked the two men, shaking their hands. He took his food and climbed back onto Tankovy, shouting down into the empty hull to drive on. Tankovy spurred and jolted forwards like a lead footed driver, crawling out of the valley with Johnny on top. Johnny immediately ate one of the kebabs as soon as they got through the town, he offered some to Tankovy but she refused, he needed it way more than her.

“You should really try tasting stuff that’s not my cock or cum. I think you’d be a lot happier.” He was wolfing down the kebab in gulps. It was so good, way better than any MRE he’s ever had.

“I’ve eaten food before, I like kebabs a lot. Lamb’s pretty good, goat’s good, too. Chebueki is nice, mmm I love kotlet.” She wrapped an arm around his thin leg, slowly reaching up his thigh. He swatted her hand just before it got into his lap.

“Hey! We gotta get first. You said no more fooling around, remember?” Her guns slouched in defeat.

“да, I remember.” The distrust began brewing in her heart again. Johnny felt her mood shift to a sort of ominous gloom, he didn’t like that.

“Hey, remember when I mentioned the second amendment? Well, I’ll tell you about it, give you a little history lesson on America.”

Johnny taught her a rough history of why America founded and how certain events led to the formation of the new country, he made brief, rudimentary explanations on the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution and what it stood for, and the Bill of Rights, emphasizing the right to free speech and the right to bear arms and form militias. He did bring up more amendments, but his emphasis on the first two rights is what blew her away. It was a drastic contrast to Russia, especially Soviet Russia. In the between times of giving directions he taught her all he could, going over political parties, the national anthem, brief summary of how government works, emphasizing she really learn this so she can become an American and live with him. Every time he mentioned making her an American to live with him her heart would burst with emotion, every now and then tears formed. Her deep dark distrust told her he was really selling a lie, but her heart went with him. Johnny had a few friends that came to America as immigrants, he was familiar with the processes and tests they had to go through to become citizens. He thought that it was always funny how immigrants to America know more about America than most of natural born americans. He would tell Tankovy that soon she would also know more about America than most Americans and that filled his chest with fire, driving him even more to teach her.

For most of the ride Johnny sat in his favorite spot in the driver’s seat. Tankovy liked him there most as well, she could peek down on him every now and then, holding him was easy, and he was closest to her tunnel of fun and frolicking. She held him tight and daydreamed of their future, she thought of luscious green grass fields, full and vibrant oak trees, she saw him there, clean shaven and healthy, and just when she thought about kids she didn’t see any, her heart sank. She massaged his shoulders and brought it up to him.

“John, baby, what kids are we going to have?”

“Hmm?” He was confused.

“Kids, what kids do you want? W-we are staying together, right?” Small shrills of panic strung in her voice.

“Yeah we’re sticking together, just, kids? I mean, well, we do get to choose the kids we adopt. I was an only child, always wanted a sibling. So two kids-”

“Adopt?”

“How else are we having kids? Tanky I can’t get you pregnant. I’m not a tank… you know that, right?”

“Oh no, Johnny, I don’t work like that-machines don’t work like that, you can impregnate me, you can get me pregnant as fuck.” Johnny panicked, thrashing in his chair.

“What!?” He exclaimed. “Tankovy I’m not ready for kids! Oh fuck!” She wrapped him up and forced him in the chair.

“No, Johnny, stop! I’m not pregnant! Stop! That’s not how you impregnate me!” He calmed down a little bit.

“So what is it?! Can I knock you up or not?” He was terribly confused.

“My turn to teach you, baby. So yes, I have eggs, and I need sperm to fertilize them, yes, but your sperm will never reach my eggs without my help. You can pump all the sperm you want into me, from two loads to a gallon-”

“A gallon of nut? Goddamn, that’s kinda hot I guess.” She smiled and giggled, it did sound pretty fun, even it it was ridiculous.

“Sure, even a gallon, it won’t reach my eggs. I have a cervix, like humans, but mine is sealed, you have to penetrate my cervix to let the semen in, otherwise, it goes nowhere.”

“So, I was as deep as I could go, I didn’t even touch it… is it some syringe shit? Am I breeding you like a race horse? What-?”

“I can move it, shallow, deep, I can bring my cervix so shallow I could almost kiss your balls with it.”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Oh fuck yeah it does. And I cannot wait for that day, you’re going to pump so much but into men I’m gonna get pregnant. I won’t get off of you until it’s done. But until that day, or days, we are safe.”

“Huh,” he said, “you’re a fucking cheater you are. You know that?” She took offense to that.

“Excuse me!?”

“You can fuck all you want and not get pregnant? No protection, no condoms, no pull-out. I can nut in you every day of my life worry free and not have to cut my balls off? That’s cheating.” She relaxed after that, understanding his play. “I love you so fucking much. One helluva woman.” Jackpot! Tankovy thought to herself. “So, why is your cervix sealed?”

“It’s a vacuum inside. So that I can suck the semen from the vagina to the eggs.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can practically suck your testicles dry through your dick.” He was near-instantaneously rock hard. He was in awe as he stared at her thick vaginal tendril between his feet. She smiled deviously. She slithered her drop-dead gorgeous pussy towards him and opened the slit with a hand. “Look baby, I’ll show you my cervix.” He stared at her vagina, he saw the walls change form and men’s when suddenly a tight hole came into view with very pronounced muscles encircling it, it was super tight looking. Looked like a tight flesh donut inside a looser flesh donut between thick sideways eyelids. He craved it on his lap, as she promised, kissing his balls. “But that comes later, baby,” she retracted her cervix into the depths again, “for now I’ll keep it right here, perfect fit for your big cock, baby.” A hand of hers glided over the large bulge in his pants where his erect cock throbbed. She licked her lips in anticipation.

“So what do you mean, what kids?”

“Depending on how much you continue to seed me through my pregnancy with result in different looking children. If you, say, one and done me, I’ll give you a child tank, he’ll grow up into a T-72 just like I am. If you inseminate me every night, though, I’ll give you a baby boy that’s human, like you. He’ll grow up to be a big strong man like you.”

“Is it one or the other?”

“No there’s a grey area.” He thought of monstrous machine men that looked like Transformers, cool, but not what he had in mind. “So let’s say I want a little… human… boy, if I miss one night because, say, I couldn’t get it up… what then?” She laughed.

“Its not that strict, trust me, I’m stricter than that. You just have to regularly supply me with more baby batter and I’ll whip up a beautiful baby for you, love. And I’ll carry all the children you want, I did have hundreds of brothers and sisters, after all.” She massaged his chest passionately. “I’m all about big families, baby.” She grabbed another kebab and put it in his lap. “Here, baby, eat up. You need it.”

He didn’t contest, he knew that by now they were getting close to the base. The roads started to become paved streets, still void of much around them, just the occasional house here and there. The sun was hanging lower than he expected it to, they must have slept in for a long time. He checked Tankovy’s gas and saw she was fine. He asked her if he could drive for a bit, let her rest, if that’s how it worked. She affirmed that if he drove she could relax and let the machine half of her take over, but she didn’t want to teach him right now, she wanted to get to the base first. There she’ll teach him every about her. He accepted the deal. He realized that maybe a random T-72 driving up to an active American FOB wasn’t a good idea, so he went into the turret basket to scrounge for stuff to make a white banner. He found what looked like an old white tank top and settled on it. He found a bit of string, too, but no stick. Tankovy said that in training exercises the Russians put flags on the antennas, so that’s what he did. He bent the antenna over and tied the shoulders to the wire, the string reinforced it. He eased it up to sit up high and it stayed on, flapping along in the wind. He silently hoped that would be enough to not get them smoked at first sight.

Not too long after Johnny said he started to see very familiar ridgelines and geographic features, and not long after, just as the sun started setting behind the mountains, they saw the base. Hastily they approached to get there before nightfall, just so they aren’t taken as a serious threat. Both of them hoped it to be closer to mid day, because that’s the worst time to attack, and the best time to identify them as surrendering. They were about three quarters of a mile when Johnny told her to stop and approach very slowly, so she did, her guns were high and u loaded, Johnny was exposed, wearing the remnants of his uniform, arms up and holding his military ID and his dog tags. They shouted at the base to get the guards’ attention, sure enough it worked. Four Apache helicopter rose from behind the sandbag walls and circled tankovy, who stopped in her tracks. Then the gates opened and two Abrams tanks rushed out and got onto her 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock corners. Infantry squads stuck close behind the tanks, setting up firing positions and scanning for any other threats. This is the first time a tank has ever had the balls to roll straight up to the front gate of a FOB, much less to surrender. A team of grunt moved towards the tank, trying to stay on the flank, and ordered Johnny to slowly get down off the tank and lay on the ground. As he complied he remembered to tell her something.

“Oh yeah, Tankovy, those two Abrams are alive. Hands up, missy.” As he laid on the dirt, hands behind his back still holding his ID, Tankovy slowly unveiled herself and stretched out a lot of arms, four from under the mud flaps, two from the commander’s hatch, two from the gunner’s hatch, and two from the driver’s hatch. The face on an Abrams lit up in astonishment. The soldiers hesitated. Her ‘throat’ was dry, her voice coarse, she never would have thought she would say this…

“…I surrender…”

 

Fin Distressed VI

I really hope you enjoyed this insert, I had a fun time writing it. If you’ve got any feedback lemme know. Do you like the random inserts of different languages in their native writing, or should I keep everything in alphabetical forms? Like da instead of да? Or do you not care? Again, I hope you enjoyed! Take care, stay safe.

Distressed V

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Hey y’all, it’s been a very, very long time since I’ve posted anything, and it’s been a very, very, very long time since I’ve updated this series. The past two years has been pretty rough for us all, but hopefully this can bring a little bit of joy and pleasure to your day. I wanted to thank you all for reading what I post, some of the stuff I’ve reread is pretty cringe, and I hope that every post I make is entertaining for you all, so here, after almost two years without a post at all, I present a dirty, smutty update for the Distressed T-72 and her “prisoner.”

 

Enjoy.

Distressed V

 

Tankovy woke first, in her arms Jonny laid propped up in the chair, wrapped with a blanket and her loving embrace. She eyed him lustfully and passionately, enjoying his presence, his warmth, his gentle breathing and his subtle heartbeat. She was really feeling sore in her hind quarters, but the aching felt good, she felt alive again. She wasn’t stiff anymore, she wasn’t hopeless, desolate, or anxious. She was hopeful, emboldened, and free! She thought about what Johnny suggested last night about moving to America, she had heard stories and tales that it’s the land of the free, full of gun toting, big hat wearing, lively and bombastic people. She’s sure her view is a stigmatized and stereotypical one, but it is where Johnny came from, and while she’s not convinced if she truly loves him or not, he did help liberate her. Sure, his options were limited, but he still went with her plan and gave her one helluva night to remember. Her Soviet side kicked in, and she thought it could possibly be a trap to ensnare her, dissect her for secrets, or prosecute her as his abductor and captor. That terrified her greatly. Panic rose inside her. How could she trust Johnny? Deep inside her she believed him, she wanted him, but her mind refused to give in, a deep rift formed between her sides. 

Johnny woke soon after Tankovy. Once he stirred awake and greeted Tankovy she began taking down the tarp and redressing herself in her skirts. He ruffled about her cramped interior and found a map, compass, and a few broken GPS devices. None of them worked of course, they were all cannibalized for parts. Tankovy said she knew where they were, and that she was going to go to the village she found him in for a reference point. He opened the map and she pointed to it, from there he could figure out where the army FOB is, or at least, where it was. Once she was all dressed up and packed they were ready to go. She lurched forward and began moving -without igniting her engine.

“Tankovy?”

“Yes?”

“How are you moving?”

“I can move around without my engine on, it’s better for saving what fuel I have left. It’s not very fast. I burned through a lot of gas when we escaped, I have to ration it now.”

“So how fast can we go?” He looked at the gauges on her dashboard and the only needle he saw at a realistic reading was pointing just past 12.

“I’m getting about twelve kilometers an hour.”

“So, what’s that in American?”

“I think it’s eight miles.” He looked at the map and saw the village, then where he thought they were coming from.

“Fuck.”

“Do not worry, Johnny, we will be there by sunset.” She grinned and slid one of her hands under the blanket to grope his penis. “Besides, that gives us a lot of time together.” He smiled, grabbing her hand with his.

“Hold on now, what do I get to play with? I want to have some fun, too.” He went to get up but she held him down. “Hey, there’s nothing in there for me to play with.”

“Oh are you sure about that?”

“Yeah, unless you just want to hold hands.”

“Oh I’m sure there’s something in there you’d love to play with.” Between his legs a fat long tendril snaked up towards him, at first he thought it was a giant snake, but when it came into the light he saw on its tip was a slender vertical slit running across two thirds of the diameter. “Holy shit you have a cock?” She laughed.

“Oh, no! I only have your cock…” she squeezed his member and massaged it. “This, this is also to couple with your cock.” Two of her fingers straddled the slit and spread them apart, letting him see into it. He saw her labia, her clit, the vagina and even a urethra… for some reason.

“Y-You have… two vaginas?” He was confused. A hand of hers combed through his long hair, and ran through his beard.

“Mm-hmm, I do. One in the back, and one inside. Look at it, look at me, look fun?” His cock was throbbing to life, slowly pumping and twitching to his full size. Feeling it all happen in her grasp made her vagina start to water. He eyed it savagely as beads of her juices formed and dripped out of her sex.

“Oh it’s so beautiful. Oh I want to have so much fun with you, baby…” His cock began to throb more, precum started oozing from his tip and creeping towards the belly of her cabin. Just looking at her open pussy made his cock tingle and heat, imagining itself buried deep inside her passionate walls. He reached for her sex to carefully coddle her and guide her onto his shaft when she smacked his hand away and an arm pulled his back. He was bewildered.

“Ah-ah-ah! Don’t you know not to distract the driver while they drive?” She hauled him to lean back in the seat but kept his gaze locked onto her damp pussy. A hand of hers slowly grasped his long shaft, encircling it methodically with one finger at a time.

“What? But it’s right there, babe, let me hold it, please?!” She moved herpussy closer to his cock, but just off to the side where she rested it on his thigh. Still she held it open for him to peer deep into her casm. “Why, Tankovy, why?”

“I want to have a little fun, y’know, and I think you’re a lot of fun.”

Two of her fingers wicked and tapped the tip of his cock, smearing his precum between her fingers and lathering it over his cock head. She switched her hand position to wrap all her fingers around his shaft and used her thumb to rub his dick’s chin like it was a Zippo lighter. She rubbed very roughly, inexperienced with the task. Johnny winced in pain, trying to push through it for her, but he gave in and griped about how rough she was and she softened up on him. Johnny appreciated it and told her it felt much better. She ran a hand through his long hair while massaging his balls and rubbing his cock, taunting him by gently tapping the clit on herself, leaking more at the lips. Johnny oozed more precum, and Tankovy rubbed it all over his shaft and greased her hands up with it, making her fingers slick yet sticky. She loved it, she oozed more of her juices and dreamed of feeling his cock deep inside her and absolutely filling her to the brim with his semen. She had to focus hard on driving to keep moving on. Johnny withered in her grasp and moaned, tenderly she massaged his body and cradled his balls, teasing him with her pussy dripping onto his cock.

She could feel his rigid cock begin throbbing and subtly pump, his precum was increasing in volume and his heart raced, she knew he was drawing to the cusp of cumming. She begged him to cum, she wanted to feel it in her hands. Her constant pleading and her passionate stroking brought him closer and closer to cumming, he chanted to her how close he was until he erupted. He quivered and moaned loudly as ropes of semen flung out from his cock onto Tankovy’s warm metal hand, she tried catching as much as she could. He huffed and puffed as he came down from his high, still orgasming as Tankovy meaded his meat and played with the semen in her other hand. She was giggling, feeling him cum like that made her very horny, much hornier than she already was. She had beaded his nut up in her hand when she brought it up through the open driver’s hatch and cleaned her hand with her tongue, lapping and savoring his seeds taste as she did so. Johnny was panting and heaving while his heart slowed and his cock began going limp.

“Oh no, not yet!” Her hand clenched his cock and her pussy came up close to his face, so close he could feel her intense heat radiating off of her slit. “I’m not done yet, so neither are you! Come on!” She caressed his manhood, both shaft and balls, while waving and wafting her slightly swollen vagina in his face, just put of his reach. “You smell that, Johnny? Do you smell me? Do you smell my lust? I’m a bitch in heat right now and I really need my fix! You think you can help me with that, baby?” He tried nodding but she held him back, he cried out in favor of helping her with her pesky troubles. “Good, very good. Don’t worry, my little hairy man, I’ll make you feel good, too.” She began rapidly stroking his cock, it had already returned to full strength, and slowly drew her pussy away with a wink. His cock was super sensitive and made him a lot more vocal about his pleasure. While he was being serviced by one hand, she fingered herself with one of hers.

Her pussy again rested on his thigh as they moaned and cooed together, trembling in harmony. Johnny watched in astute wonder as she fingered herself, how beautifully her lips parted to accept the stimulating member, how sleek and shiny it was, almost like polished tin. He told her to also rub her clit, so she conceded. Another hand came over the top to whirl around on her bean, instantly through the seat he could feel how crazy she was going. His own stimulation made his toes curl and fingers cross, his legs flex and bend, while his back rolled. Tankovy was rocking like a cradle on her suspension, desperately trying to force herself to keep driving on, her torsion bars trembled and bowed almost, her gun shook, her engine sputtered, and her pussy began oozing lubricants much more liberally. All she could think of was his cock ramming her, using her like the slut she is, making her his personal cum depository. She could hardly wait, but she knew she had to. She felt his cusp approaching through his cock fluctuations, and his moans became sporadic and heightened in pitch. Suddenly she stoped stroking him and let go of him, bringing him to the edge, but she didn’t stop pleasuring herself. He protested her releasing him, he wanted to cum, too, but instead he watched, and drooled, as her pussy tendril flexed and bowed and quivered as more and more lubricant poured out. Suddenly she whipped her finger out and away and continued to furiously flick her bean until she came. Her orgasm clenched her vagina so fast and tight that Johnny could see it visually, and a spray of her lubricant hosed over him as she screamed and dropped to the sand. The whole ride was a blast for Johnny, even if he didn’t blast, himself.

Tankovy pressed on driving, and once her orgasm had subsided she continued servicing johnny, edging him on two more times until she had enough. Just after his third edging, where she had been dangling her pussy over him, dripping onto him the whole time, she made sure he watched her count dive into his cock and slid him all the way inside, seating her lips to kiss his balls. His eyes rolled into his head, his whole body quivered, and even Tankovy gasped and fell to the sand. She was giddy after she tortured the both of them and finally unionized their sexes together. Both were drooling, both were feeling, and both realized how this was a perfect fit. His cock was just long enough to be pressing against her cervix, and her pussy was just tight enough to hold his cock inside her with authority and dedication. Tankovy wanted to hold him there forever, buried deep inside her and filling her void perfectly. His presence was unwinding her stress, silencing her woes, and filling her heart with love and affection. She needed him, undeniably. Johnny was likewise enjoying her embrace. He was so sensitive that he could feel the vibrations of the tracks on her wheels through her flesh, her heat soothed his whole body and her pulsing muscles grasping his cock sent waves of relaxation through his spine. Being inside her assured him everything was right, there were no problems, there was no conflict, they were one unit together. They mellowed out together briefly before Tankovy slowly drug her pussy up his shaft, exposing how she lathered his cock in a thick slime of her lubricants. Johnny was super sensitive to her and cried out in pleasure, seeing how dirty she left him made him rock hard and super horny, she couldn’t see it but feeling his penis leave her created a longing desire to slam him back inside her, it felt wrong not having his cock take up all the space in her halls.

She cried out his name as the brim of his helmet seated itself at the opening of her tender, mushy pussy. He huffed out her name as he saw her hungry lips quiver on his meat. She elegantly slid herself back down onto him, seating her lips again at his base, kissing his testicles. Again he could feel her torsion bars buckle and the two of them momentarily dropped a few inches as they recoiled from the huge stimuli. Again she rested on his shaft before raising up, letting her heart cry out in protest of his absence, and sliding all the way down again. She continued this over, and over, and over again. The two of them begged not to stop, don’t ever stop, neither of them wanted this to ever end. They wanted to love forever, but knew that biology had damned them, they would orgasm, and grow tired, and have to stop. They hated that fact, the end, but they loved the journey. The two of them couldn’t see each other’s drooling faces but they were imagining the pleasure on the other’s face. Johnny’s mouth wide open and his eyes rolling around in his head, Tankovy with her tongue covered in nut and her eyes crossed, pure baby-making faces. Like this they rode on for a few miles, whenever Johnny grew close to cumming he would cry that he didn’t want to cum yet and Tankovy would stop riding him for a minute. Eventually she wanted his cum inside her, and she wanted it badly. Soon he began crying out again but she didn’t stop this time, her strokes shortened as she kept his edge deep inside her, his moans grew louder, his twitching grew more ferocious, his cock pulsed and pumped with a mission. Suddenly he screamed out as he came, his orgasm hit him like a freight train and he spasmed out, gushing and shoot thick pumps of his sperm into her vagina. She had fully seated him then and entirely fixated her attention on him cumming inside her. She felt his cock pump and contract as it lobbed flops of baby batter into her, it hit her cervix, pressed against his tip, and ran everywhere. None breeched her cervix oriface, clentched shut naturally, but instead it first bubbled and pooled at the top between the cervix wall and her cock head, sealing it in as biology wanted it to do, but the pressure grew too much and leaks formed, his cum drained down channels in her vaginal flesh and in rifts between their bodies. She gripped the base of his cock as she wanted it all inside, but even then gaps were found and his potent white seed, now turned grey by mixing with her lube, eeked out and dripped around his balls and between his legs. She was insane with pleasure as she felt his hot seed coat her insides, she wasn’t done yet. She slowly and sensually stroked more, gentle, slow short strokes with her muscles clasping on him to push herself over and get off on his cock and cum. Johnny’s body was shaking from sensory overload by this point. Thankfully it didn’t take much for her hurts to churn and convulse like his, she again slid all the way down his shaft to kiss his balls while her gooey insides convulsed and twitched and leaked even more of its contents onto Johnny’s lap. Neither of them noticed but she was pushing her nose through the sand and rocks of the desert, only a few torsion bars on her ass end could hold her up as she senselessly drove on.

They were high with dopamine as they lingered their way forward, huffing and moaning and groaning and cooing. Like a ritualistic trance they muttered their love and affection to one another, promises of never leaving each other, deep seeded love, bright futures and all the in-betweens filled the silence left without the vigorous Mac n cheese noises pilfering the air. Their hands gripped each other and their fingers glided over each other like ballet dancers, fluidly. They recovered slowly, eventually getting to about their normal states yet still interlocked at the hip. Johnny had long gone soft but Tankovy held on to him, either to cork herself or to keep him ready to go for another round as soon as Jr. down there felt he was ready, she couldn’t decide which reason to claim. He asked for more wiggle room so she released some of her hold on his body, allowing him to stretch and contort around the little cabin space in her hull. He sat up, looking around outside, such a nice day, only about a hundred and ten degrees, but good cloud cover. Entering the shade of a cloud was seriously noticed and appreciated by them both. With Tankovy still on his lap holding his manhood hostage he noticed his balls weren’t sweating themselves to death, she was actually keeping his junk cool, it had been so long since a feeling like this was had he savored it for all it was worth. They talked about sexual interests, because Tankovy didn’t know what kinks meant. Obviously Tankovy really liked but, the taste, the feel, the juiciness, Johnny wasn’t into tease-torture, but he felt like he could definitely do that again.

A few hours later Johnny wanted to stretch his legs, he wanted to walk with her. She didn’t want to get off his lap, but gave in after promises of favors, and more big nuts. Johnny wrapped the blanket around his waist and climbed out, Tankovy slowed to a crawl so he could jump down and walk with her. He struggled at first, still trying to regain full motor control over his legs. Watching him struggle made Tankovy think that perhaps he should be walking more anyways. They held each other’s hand and strolled along, for once taking in the scenery of Afghanistan. Vast mountain ranges of various colors, green and brown rocks climbing to the sky, a few were even snow capped, Tankovy talked about how she had noted every single detail of that valley she lived in for a decade, how she loved the vast sights she could see when she was let loose every now and again. She talked about how she was tempted to run away every time the Taliban set her loose like an angry dog. Johnny asked her why she never left during these trips, she said that she really didn’t have anywhere else to go. She didn’t want the life of a criminal, and she couldn’t get back to Russia on her own. She’d have to steal fuel, or fight her way back, and even after all that, Russia sold her off to begin with, she didn’t even know if they would even take her back. Johnny vowed he would do everything he could to get her back home with him. He told her he wanted her in America. Tankovy wept softly, nobody ever said they wanted her before. She let her deepest fears out after that, she talked about her trust issues, her fears of deception, her instincts fighting inside her and holding her heart hostage. She was scared, she was scared of America imprisoning her. Johnny took her hand in both of his and held it tightly as he told her that he wouldn’t let that happen, he gave her his word he would do everything he could to keep her free.

“No more of that, now. Let’s just enjoy the walk now, Tankovy.” She perked up and they walked together, knowing it prolonged their journey, but they didn’t care, they had each other. And privacy. The only problem was that Tankovy only had one more can of food for Johnny. They promised that they’d fuck one more good pounding, then as Johnny slept Tankovy would get as far as she could.

 

Fin Distressed V

I hope y’all enjoyed that. I think I may have caught my wind again, I’m already working on more posts, hopefully I can crank out an update to TNG, or really anything. I’ve dabbled in so many little projects but finished none of them, quite sad. Anyways, thank you for reading!

The New Generation Chapter 8

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Wow I am a piece of shit. Over a month between this chapter and the last, I have been writing but I can’t seem to focus on one project long enough. Oh well. What’s done is done, excuses, excuses. Anyways, here we go, Chapter 8! Yes, the featured image is of a Tiger 1, Chandler’s tank is a King Tiger like Marion.

Enjoy.

TNG Chapter 8

 

Chandler toted his model Bismarck outside and past Marion’s lively and vibrant garden to the “man”-made pond they had. At first it was a dug-out for the kids, but Marion liked how close it was to the garden and the family sealed it to hold water with clay. Now full of lilies and other vegetation, it didn’t make for a good scene to represent the ocean as Chandler had hoped for, instead as he floated his model warship in it he thought of Bismarck steaming through murky Floridian swamps, helping Rudolph find an old friend. He watched his poorly painted boat rock side to side as he let go of it and sat back. It bobbed around as the water settled from the disturbance. Chandler was glad it floated upright, his last model would roll to the side every time he tried floating it. Bismarck floated super high in the water, though, unlike the real ship. It annoyed Chandler but it was an easy fix for him, just fill it with a ziplock bag of sand and it’ll be just fine.

Once the water settled still he reached out to the little boat and grabbed the narrow stern, reeling it in like a spring-loaded car, and pushed it hard, but controlled, to sail across the pond to the other side. He watched little waves roll around and water break way for his ship. The way water and ships interacted fascinated Chandler, he was fixated on the lower hull the whole time. He ran to the other side and waited for the momentum to carry the model to him, so he could send it back to the other side. He did this all day. Marion came outside to tend to her garden and enjoyed watching him play with the boat in the pond. She looked up to the sky, it was a nice and sunny day, but true to Floridian tradition, dark clouds were gathering and could strike at any moment. She frowned, looking at Chandler who’s boat had gotten stuck on a lily in the middle of the pong, and to the tank in the yard. Hansel said he wanted to work on that when he got home, she knew how excited her boys were to fix the tank, so she decided to go back on one of her early rules.

“Chandler!” She cried to get his attention. She looked to him and saw he was about to jump into the pond for his boat. She instantly switched gears. “Uh-uh! No! Do not jump in that pond!”

“But my model-!”

“No! Do not jump in that water!” She put her stuff down on her deck and started towards the pond. “I’ll get it.” Her long reach wasn’t enough to snatch it so she grabbed a cleaning rod off her hull rack and ever so carefully she nudged the boat to the shore where Chandler fetched it. He came back to her and she took the model from him. “Hey, go set the tank into neutral.”

“I think it already is.”

“Okay, we’re moving it inside.” Chandler was surprised. Marion went behind the other tank and grabbed its stern end with her large hands and arms. She tried pushing it without her engine, being so used to moving the little lightweight cars. “Oh! Silly me.” Her engine roared to life and she tried again, no luck. “Chandler set it into neutral!”

“It is!” He cried as he jumped onto the tank roof. “I just checked.”

Marion tried again, Chandler said that the brakes were off, too. Only at full throttle did it slowly budge, and after Marion had dug herself a little hole and taken a mud bath did she give up in frustration and tell Chandler that they were going to drive it in. They started it and drove it inside, just as it started to rain. Marion closed the hanger door and told Chandler to clean up the puddles and the mud on the ground. She broke off her tracks and left them by the door. She sat in the mainspace trying to decide whether or not to clean herself off inside or wait to do it outside on the concrete. Once Chandler had cleaned the mess he was rewarded with his model given back to him. “The first thing I want you to two to fix that drive train!” Marion commanded out of fury.

“To do that Mister Hansel said we have to take the turret off first.” Marion shuddered, she loathes the thought of that.

“Chandler, you can call him your father.” She said to immediately change the subject.

“I know,” Chandler said, he looked down at the model in his hands out of shame, “I’m not used to it, yet.”

“Well, you won’t get used to it unless you start.” She extended her arms out and looked at all the mud on her, her dissatisfaction was apparent.

“You don’t like being dirty… mom?” Marion scoffed and smiled.

“I personally don’t mind it too much. It’s your father who really cares. He’s very protective of us.” Chandler looked as she began running hands down her boxy metal arms to wipe filth away. “Do you like being dirty?” She invited to keep chatting, he doesn’t converse as much as she would like him to. “Boys your age should love playing in filth.”

“Sometimes, well, a little bit. If I’m too dirty I don’t feel good, but I like being dirty, I think it is a more real,” he struggled to find the right word.

“Personality?” She filled him in. He nodded.

“Yeah.”

“You certainly like playing in the dirt. What with all the little trenches you dig for your toy soldiers, always coming back in with black hands and fingernails.” He giggled, she always got on him for dirty hands at dinner.

“Mom, why didn’t you let me get my model from the pond? Is it because you think I’ll sink?” Marion slowed her cleaning down as she tried to think if she should tell him the truth or not. “I know Jasmine and mister-dad can’t swim anymore, but I can. I like swimming, too.” She shifted on her suspension and sighed.

“Yes, yes that’s part of it.” She admitted. “I didn’t know you could swim, Hansel can’t swim, he doesn’t know how, and we found out Jasmine is too heavy and weak to swim. I was scared you’d sink. Chandler, I really do see you as my son, so does Hansel.” He felt ashamed again. He apologized, she beckoned him over and sat him on her deck, taking the model to the side again. “You’re a smart kid, Chandler, with nobody telling you, you figured out that Hansel wasn’t always the way he is now. You’re observant enough to see the small differences-I’ve seen you studying their veins, they aren’t really human. They are! But, not completely. And, I did that to Hansel, we wanted to get old together, at the same rate, so I changed him into what he is now. It’s a terrible event to go through, I vowed to never do it again -but, when we adopted you, we knew that eventually we’d have to have this talk…” she cut right to the chase, she was unable to ease into it from there. “Eventually we have to tell you that you’re going to die well before us, unless I change you. That’s what I’m getting at, Chandler, I don’t want to have to bury you, so I forget you’re not like Jasmine. When you got older, we were going to ask if you’d want to be changed, too.” He was quiet, as usual, looking at his dirty kneecaps. “We love you, Chandler, we don’t want to see you for before us, sons bury fathers.”

“-In times of peace,” he added, “in times of war, father’s bury sons.” Marion wasn’t ready for that, she was shocked. “I know how it goes.” He looked teary eyed, thinking of death. Marion hugged him and slid him closer to her faceplate.

“It’s okay baby, I didn’t mean to upset you.” She ran a hand through his short hair, Hansel had recently cut it. “I miss your long hair, Chandler.” He shrugged. “So,” she asked, “do you like things a little dirty, or sparkling clean?” He shrugged again.

“I dunno. Dirty, I guess.” ‘That’s my boy!’ She thought to herself. She sent him off to play, fetched the buildable gantry for heavy lifting, and built it herself in Hannah’s room until Hansel got home.

When Hansel got home it was still raining and he had to know what happened when he saw Marion. She started griping to him about trying to push ‘The Bitch’ as Marion had started calling it since then, and persisted about the transmission being stuck. Hansel believed her, it’s the most annoying fault with the cat tanks. Banker was always careful with Marion- it was usually her own doing that put her transmission at risk. Hansel fetched Chandler from his room and they changed into old clothes before they began working. Marion had decided she absolutely did not want to see the decapitation process, so the first thing the boys did was drive the tank into Hannah’s room under the gantry. They cut the engine and Hansel began explaining to Chandler what the plan was. To summarize, they’re first removing the turret so getting the tools and parts in and out won’t be as bad, then they’re going to put the hull on blocks, and since the wife is so persistent about it, the first thing to be overhauled will be the transmission. However, the way Hansel referred to the transmission was akin to a legend, a mythical monster, the boogie man…

“I’ll tell you the nightmare stories you may have heard are a bit exaggerated. It was a problem, but it was a known problem, and they did try to remedy it. Replacing the few parts that usually broke is actually very easy… if you have the parts, that is. Getting to it, now that sucks.” Chandler asked him what usually broke, Hansel took him to the front of the hull and drew three vertical lines with his hand just inside of the drive sprocket they were closest to.

“Oh wow! It’s right there!?” Hansel nodded.

“Mm-hmm, final drive. The problem is that we have to take the treads off, and the drive wheel, remove the cover plate and all the gears of the final drive. Then, because when they break they tend to spread metal flakes and dust everywhere, we have to clean everything.” Chandler nodded, Hansel then pointed at the drive sprocket and slowly traced his finger towards the center of the vehicle. Chandler was horrified. “Everything.”

He told Chandler it might take them a month to get the whole thing cleaned, and not to worry about it too much. He reminded Chandler that first, they needed to get the turret off. Marion helped a little bit, mostly getting the gantry in the right spot and a turret basket holder set up for the turret to sit in. Once that was done and the boys were hooking chains up to the lifting eyes Marion said she had to start dinner and slammed the garage door shut so she didn’t have to watch. Hansel double-checked his work, and Chandler’s, then complimented Chandler on a good job and took him to the side where he was safe. Then Hansel went to the crane’s motor and turned it on. It warmed up and responded well to Hansel’s commands until there was tension on the chains. The motor cried and screamed terribly, Hansel slackened the chains and cut the motor.

“Why doesn’t Mis-mom like this part?” Hansel smiled.

“She hates it when I have to take hers off, that’s why.”

“Why do you take it off at all?” Hansel pointed at The Bitch.

“So if I need to, I can, and her turret doesn’t freeze, like this one.”

‘What do we do?”

“Find me a sledgehammer, and a metal pipe.” Candler acknowledged and went looking, eventually returning with what was asked for. Hansel explained what they were to do, go inside, Chandler holds the pipe to the turret ring and Hansel beats the pipe, and they got to it. They did one go around the turret, and tried again. It didn’t help. They did another go around and it still didn’t work, nor did the third go around. Now Hansel was frustrated, and also referred to the tank as The Bitch. Chandler didn’t know ‘bitch’ in German, in fact, he didn’t know any German swear words. Hansel and Marion were very clean around their children, so this one word that both Hansel and Marion keep saying that Chandler doesn’t know, after he’s been taught the reference nouns, he figured it’s a swear word.

“You’re swearing, aren’t you?” He asked. Hansel, bent backwards under the turret ring, his face flushed a brown-grey with blood and sweat, didn’t care to be clean anymore.

“Yes. Your mother has affectionately started calling it Die Hundin, which means The Bitch. I think I will also call it Die Hundin. He went back to whacking the pipe with the sledgehammer.

“Can I?” He asked meekly, Hansel stopped.

“Well, that’s its name now, you’d be insulting it if you didn’t.” He smiled at Chandler, who looked extraordinarily excited to call something a bitch in front of his parents. “This summer dad’s going to teach you all the cuss words he knows without trying, and mom’s not going to like it.”

“Can we christen it?”

“What?”

“Christen the tank… Die Hundin?” Hansel chuckled. 

“Sure son, we can christen the tank.” Chandler was bounding with energy after that. Once they finished a fourth rotation Hansel took a break, meanwhile Chandler opened the door and passed by Marion on his way to the fridge. He opened it up, searched around until he found a grape soda, and took it to the tank.

‘Hey, it’s late, you can’t have that!”

“Dad said I could use it!” She was delighted he called Hansel ‘dad,’ but… use it? The rear of the tank faced the three of them, Chandler stood between the armored cowlings for the exhaust pipes and raised the soda over his head. “We christen you… Die Hundin!” Marion’s jaw dropped and Hansel burst into laughter as Chandler smashed the soda can into the cowling’s upper lip. Soda sprayed and fizzed everywhere as the can ruptured.

“Excuse me!?” Marion blurted, making Hansel laugh even harder. “We don’t talk like that!” Chandler turned to explain, soda spraying his outfit, but Marion didn’t allow him the chance. “No! Absolutely not! No!”

“Marion, babe, it’s alright.” Hansel said, her glaring switched from Chandler to Hansel.

“No! Soon he’s going to be saying all the other ones, too!”

“He won’t know them until I teach him.” She glared harder at him. He shrugged. “You’re the one that married a mechanic.” Using the supernatural powers that all mothers are bestowed, she amplified her glaring another magnitude. He shook his head and looked at Chandler. “Clean up your mess, don’t leave it sticky, either.” He tossed out the can and wiped up the mess, Hansel tried again. In the absence of the motor wailing Marion realized the turret was coming off so she squealed and covered her eyes. “Oops…” Hansel said as he realized he hadn’t closed the door.

The turret creaked and groaned out of the socket. Chandler looked on with intense awe and curiosity as he could see the whole contraption easily. Once the basket was clean of the hull, Hansel told Chandler to crank the turret across the gantry. He approached the side opposite of Hansel and began, very quickly running out of breath. Still, he gave it his all, struggling and fumbling with it. He got halfway there and that was it, Hansel took over. Chandler’s arms were pounding as he spotted for Hansel, once lined up the turret was set on the maintenance stand and the motor was turned off. “Alright, babe, we’re done with the turret.” She exhaled a sigh of relief and got back to making dinner, thankfully nothing burned.

“How much does that thing weigh!?” Chandler burst out as he sat on the floor. Hansel scratched his head.

“I don’t remember exactly but I think it’s between twelve and fifteen tons.” Chandler was shocked. “Yeah, it’s very heavy. That’s a lot of metal, there.”

“Set the table, boys,” Marion called, “Dinner’s ready!”

The three of them ate a filling, delicious dinner. Marion excused the filthy boys of being dirty since they had just finished, it actually made her smile. Chandler tore into his food as fast as he could, but would pause and look at his hurting arms. Marion asked him how working with dad was, he simply complained that his arms hurt. Hansel looked at the treads, Marion noticed his gaze, and Hansel assured Chandler that the worst was yet to come. Marion grinned and shook her turret side to side. When dinner was finished Chandler expressed his wishes to just go to bed, which were granted-after he bathes. He trotted off to do so, happily. Hansel and Marion cleaned the table, Hansel inspected the tears on the turret and chassis while Marion loaded her new dishwasher. Hansel found that the grease was not only old, but it wasn’t ever rubbed in. All that was done was clean the old off and put the new on, the turret wasn’t spun around like it should have been to work the grease into the gears. He told Marion what he found, she wasn’t surprised. They wound down and went to bed, Hansel bathed and promised to one day make a shower big enough for both of them- a three decade promise. He returned to her as she laid down to relax and there he tried his luck with her. She wasn’t very receptive of him at the time.

“No,” she said coldly, still wrapping arms around him as he laid down, “I’m mad at you.” He flinched and snapped his fingers.

“Damn! Well, I figured. I thought I’d at least give it a shot.”

“Well then, was it worth it?” She asked sarcastically. Hansel knew his answer, but he jogged his memory anyways. Chandler standing there with the soda over his head, ‘We christen you… DIE HUNDIN!’ Hansel chuckled.

“Yes, it was well worth it.” He laced his fingers between hers and kissed the back of her hand, rolling under the covers. “And I can’t wait to make you mad again!”

Fin Chapter 8