Ch 39
Hansel and Marion were tending to Cindy, Porscha and Ferdi both agreed on what Dora said as being true and they strongly recommended that Cindy be worked out. Cindy’s engine had just given out when Marion arrived to comfort her; Hansel had brought some oil to soothe her hurt engine. Cindy had an oil change, and got her engine a good rub down massage from Marion and her oil covered hands. Dora told Cindy that she’d be stronger and faster than before, and that if she kept working her engine it’d keep getting stronger and faster. Cindy asked if she’d one day go a hundred miles in a second, Marion said she could do anything if she tried hard enough. Marion towed Cindy over where Marion slept with her by her side and stayed there, letting Cindy sleep while bundled up in camo netting. “I wish you could have met my mom. You two are so nice.” Marion thought to herself, this was random and not at all expected. “But I know that she’s watching us, mommy and daddy are in heaven watching over me. They gave me to you because God knew you were a nice mom.” Marion was touched, she didn’t believe in God or Satan or anything, really, she had a small conception of religion in general. Marion felt warn tears touch her side, she knew Cindy was crying.
“Don’t cry, sweetie, I’m sure your mom and dad would want you to be strong.” She held Cindy tight against her side.
“That’s what they told me every day, to be strong.” She sobbed more. Marion stroked her turret roof and patted Cindy’s side. She remembered a little song that Hansel sung to her, the time seemed more right now than when Hansel sung it to Marion.
“”Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Momma’s gonna get you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird doesn’t sing, momma’s gonna get you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring turns brass, momma’s gonna get you a looking glass.” Cindy had calmed down; she picked up the lyrics from there. She sung until she fell asleep. It was only 1750 hours.
Marion let Cindy sleep under her wing, she waited for Chuck to get on and asked if they could possibly change the plans, it’d be something more engaging but still achieve the goal. Chuck wasn’t sure, neither was Joshua nor Rosa but Marion really put forth the energy to make them agree. Eventually they agreed, the old plan involved waiting for the German line to be pushed back where Marion and Cindy and the tag-along Rosa would be swallowed by the Americans at a certain part of the city. It was safer for Cindy, but much more dangerous for the others. The new plan was safer for the Americans, but more dangerous for Marion, Hansel, and Rosa, possibly Cindy, too. Marion had Hansel bring a white bed sheet and a stick to tuck away in Marion. The new one that was so dangerous for them was that they were going to leave the German line and drive over to the Americans where they’ll surrender; it was bold and maybe costly, depending on when they leave. The fuel lines had been stretched so far that fuel was scarce, Marion herself wasn’t near full and probably wasn’t going to get much more until the supply lines caught up. The Americans had reached the front line and were pushing up. After only a day they were about to knock on Bastogne. Marion prepared everybody, Rosa and Marion interrogated Chuck for his description and Katelyn’s. After that Marion gave the descriptions of herself, Rosa, and Cindy and entrusted Chuck to tell Katelyn. Once all the details were set the radio channel was left to the long distance lovers. They had gotten Rosa into the deal and surprisingly it was easy to get her in. Getting Marion and her crew in was difficult but getting Rosa in was very easy. Marion thinks it is because Rosa has no crew, people that instilled Nazi beliefs into her, when Rosa is probably more likely to destroy the Shermans than Marion. Cindy stirred awake and looked at her gun barrel, Marion saw her sneakily peek under the barrel wraps to check her gun. Marion smirked as Cindy picked at the rebuilt gray metal seam, scratching off flakes of green paint at the edges. She pulled out a flake of green paint and examined it carefully, glancing at its texture and consistency. She looked to Marion’s side and saw the long gray strike on her armor, a long gray stripe, and noticed that Marion’s paint was thick and wavy like a big cage was welded to her armor.
“Momma Marion,” she whispered in the dark, “why is your pant so big?”
“It’s not big, sweetie,” she picked at her scar until she got a flake off, “it’s thin, just like yours.”
“So, what’s that?” She probed Marion’s Zimmerit paint.
“That’s Zimmerit,” Hansel said he jumped down from Marion’s roof and went to one of her storage boxes, “it makes sure that magnet bombs can’t blow her up.” He pulled out a magnet for making a compass. He smacked it against Marion’s side repeatedly. “See? It doesn’t stick, but,” he walked over to the end of the gash on Marion’s side, “it sticks to her metal hull.” He stuck it to Marion’s bare metal frame, Marion giggled. Hansel plucked it off and stuck it to Cindy’s stern.
“Ha ha! Hansel that tickles!” He removed it from her body and went to put it away. “But we don’t have any magnetic bombs, so why do you guys put that on your tanks?” Hansel stopped, he didn’t ever hear of the Russians using them either.
“I don’t know, Cindy. May just be paranoia, we have them, why not our enemies?” He locked up the box and climbed back onto Marion. They went to sleep for the night, but Marion wasn’t actually asleep, she was running through scenarios again and again in her mind, planning and planning for the operation. She was running through what would happen if they were encountered by a German patrol when she heard screaming, not from a man or woman, rather from a demon, a banshee.
“ARTILLERY!” She threw her arms around Cindy and pulled her close. Fritz and Jäger rushed over, Fritz flanked Cindy and Jäger covered the front, Cindy’s rear was open when out of nowhere Allison rushed up from behind and closed the rear. The shells streamed from the sky, the Germans shouted commands, the soldiers scrambled, the hummels and other SPGs aimed to the sky and fired back, firing blindly into the night. Shells crashed everywhere, a stray shot hit the church and made a loud ‘gong’ noise as the tower crashed to the ground, buildings soon became infernos, bunkers and fox holes were the hottest shit, and Cindy was the most armored tank around, except for her top. Her top was the only thing that worried Marion, shrapnel could fly at her from any direction and she was safe, but a direct hit or a shell landing in the space around her was bad, very bad. The barrage seemed like forever, Cindy was petrified while Fritz wanted a real fight, not this pussy barrage shit. Jäger also wanted a fight, Allison was just happy that the American shrapnel couldn’t harm any of them. Once the three hour barrage was finally over they assessed the wounds, Fritz and Jäger got a good load of shrapnel from a shell that landed off Jäger’s stern and Fritz’s front, Cindy was unharmed. Allison, Marion and Jäger comforted Cindy before they went to sleep again; Fritz went to go make sure Edwards didn’t get his ass blasted by a bombshell. Edwards was fine and so was Franz, during the shells’ screaming Franz crawled inside Fritz and was safe inside. Marion held Cindy close to her side and put the chin of her turret on Cindy’s mantle. “It’ll be okay, Cindy, it’ll be okay, tomorrow night we’ll get you home. We’ll get you home tomorrow night.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Cindy cried into Marion’s side as she grabbed onto Marion’s hull and turret for comfort. “I love you, mommy Marion!”
“I love you, too sweetie, I love you too.” Cindy fell asleep again shortly after, Marion didn’t sleep or even act like she was. She kept her eyes open and searching, watching the sky for bombers, searching the black horizon for trouble, checking anything suspicious with tiger stares. She noticed she was low on fuel but Chuck said that they weren’t that far, that Marion could get there with the fuel she had. She still felt that it wasn’t enough.
The following morning she ate food to help fuel; she ate some meat and ate the stale bread. The bread tastes revolting and the meat was undercooked but she didn’t stop, she knew what she must do. Her crew gathered and boarded and they dropped Cindy off with Dora for the day. Dora said that today she’ll be helping heal Cindy’s engine, Marion thanked her and wished them luck, Cindy and Dora did the same for Marion and the boys. Marion turned around and headed off through the city, she used the roads so that she wouldn’t use her engine and it would conserve fuel. She was moving at a good jogging speed when Hansel asked if anyone else has heard of the new American tank. They all shook their heads no.
“Apparently it’s been giving our guys a hard time, but I’m sure we’ll show it who the big boss is. Right baby?”
“We’ll fuck him up.” She said confidently, she wasn’t sure though. Chuck had never mentioned a new tank. Later that day they were moved to the edge of Bastogne, they were on the front. Marion had perched herself in an alley, she had pushed some snow onto her glacis plate and she was sitting out with a clear view of a field, all the way to the tree line about two kilometers away. Hansel stood proudly in his hatch, scanning the fields with his binoculars. He stopped on six green boxes moving in a flank towards the city, two had rounded tops and the other four had square top turrets. He adjusted the binoculars as Marion trained on the green speckled vehicles. “Hansel, that one to the left, second in, it has a rounded hull and turret, yeah it has a mark on it. It’s on the turret.”
“Yeah I noticed..,” he cleaned the lenses and peered through, striving to see the mark before it’s too late, “Marion, Chuck’s girl, you said she had a heart on her, right?”
“Yeah, it was a sideways heart on the mantle.”
“Don’t fire! Don’t fire!” He wrapped in Marion’s roof to get her attention.
“What are we supposed to do then? Let our soldiers and friends die?” Marion said. Meats piped up.
“They’re bound to see us, start a fire on the engine deck.” He and Whacker poured alcohol on some paper and wood and lit a fire on the deck while Marion got Banker to cut his lip and face plant the snow on her armor.
Smoke billowed from the deck and there was no commotion around the Tiger, the Sherman crews looked on and saw a man slumped over the drivers’ hatch with red snow beneath him. “Poor bastards.” The Sherman E3 commander said as he looked on. “Katelyn, what’er think did ’em in?” The Firefly thought.
“Satchel charge and the infantry.” The commander nodded.
“Chuck likes them Nazi crosses, right?” Katelyn nodded. “Think dey got any of ’em?” Katelyn looked back to the tank; they were in a pretty lousy position to fight infantry.
“No, they ain’t got any.” They kept on into the city. Once they were well out of sight Marion snuffed the fire and picked up Banker.
“You alright, Banker?” She covered his lip where they cut it and applied pressure. The blood had gone from the lip all the way up to his forehead.
“How the hell did you convince me to do that?”
“We’d die if you didn’t.” He stopped, nodded and carried on. Meats kicked the charred materials off Marion and Hansel stood up in the hatch and leaned over, kissing Marion.
“My conscience isn’t happy.” Whacker said as he sat back down in his chair.
“Neither’s mine, Whacker.” Marion said, she hugged Hansel. Meats tapped on the turret’s lifting eye loop.
“We could warn the other infantries, y’know, say they slipped past us.” Whacker instantly got on that right away. The infantry guys took it well, they bought that the Shermans out maneuvered her gun and slipped into the city. Later there was an SPG moved into the field, Hansel watched them set up while Marion looked to disable them. They weren’t spotted until it was too late; Marion’s gun sang as a shell broke the sound barrier and pierced right through the gun housing, dropping the huge American artillery gun onto the hull where it was useless. The soldiers dropped to the snow for cover.
“Whacker scare the shit outta them!” Whacker let the 42 rip, Hitler’s buzz saw sent pops of snow and dirt up everywhere, and sparks flew as the bullets bounced off the artillery’s thin armor. The G.I.s slowly crawled away. “If they point a gun at us knock them down.” Not too long after the G.I.s disappeared a half-track with a gun on its back appeared from the brush. Hansel dropped into the turret while Marion slammed it shut. “Hit the halftrack!” The halftrack fired and the building wall next to Marion exploded, obscuring Marion’s view. She waited until the dust cleared, it shot again and hit Marion’s upper glacis right in the center, messing up her shot as she fired. It passed harmlessly over the halftrack, it moved while it was reloading, Marion felt Meats chuck another round in the breech and readied her gun. She trained on it, adjusted and fired a screaming shot through the halftrack. It kept moving.
“I fucking hate their shitty armor!” She yelled agitated as Meats tossed in a HE round. She waited for the Americans to fire again, a miss hitting the dirt in front of her, and she fired once more and silenced the halftrack for good. For added measure she put one into the useless artillery tractor as well. They decided to move before artillery rained down from the sky, they relocated deeper into the city. They decided to grab Karl and Eugene and they went and assisted a group of infantry with dug in Americans, they had Whacker spray the street, Karl and Eugene spraying the buildings, and Marion during her coaxial in bursts down the road and into fox holes. Hansel even came out with the 42 and gunned down a balcony MG nest. He thought of Anton the whole time. They were dug in so deep and were so unrelenting, they just wouldn’t die Hansel said, he ordered the building down. Not the floor, or the wall, he wanted the whole dammed building to the ground. Marion complied and blasted the first floor with a few shots; the building crumbled and caved in on the Americans. Hansel and them over watched the soldiers that were taking prisoners and clearing rubble. Whenever they came to a G.I. that was pinned under too much rubble they shot him. It would later hurt their consciences but at the time Marion’s gang didn’t feel anything, anything but revenge. They came across a regular Sherman, it was a new one apparently, and the two Panzer IVs weren’t getting through the armor, it fired once into a Panzer IV and set it on fire, the crew bailed in order: driver, radio operator, loader, gunner then commander, while the Sherman focused on the other Panzer. The Panzer shot hit right on the drive sprocket and destroyed it, leaving the Sherman immobile. Marion rolled up in front of the Panzers, laughed as shot after shot flew harmlessly off her body. Is this how Fritz feels? She wondered. She looked at the Sherman, the driver tried to move it back helplessly. She couldn’t help but smile, the man in the cupola looked terrified, she shot only once. It zipped through the armor and blew the turret clean off the tank. The hull was smashed against the ground, splitting open the hydraulic suspension and popping off one of the wheels while the turret flew towards the heavens with a fiery tail. It tumbled in the sky and came crashing down on top of a house, disappearing into the structure. Every American Hansel saw it seemed to heighten his anger even more; it made him full of indescribable rage.
Blood didn’t seem to touch them that day, death didn’t faze them, destruction didn’t scare them, it only fueled their thirst for Anton’s revenge. They never encountered Katelyn but if they did, they’d do what Fritz did to Cindy and Marion would probably knock her over, call for help, and take Katelyn with them across the line that night. They fought for the rest of the day, using a little bit of Marion’s fuel but not too much, she hoped. She let all the boys sleep while she returned to the base, she discretely caressed Hansel, making sure he had a very good dream. She had them gather their things discretely and they loaded it into her hull while she flattened her spent shells, they had everything ready, Rosa was always ready, all they needed was Cindy and darkness. Two hours after sundown they all were ready.
Fin Ch 39
Hansel and Marion
HaM Ch 37
Hey guys! So I saw that it looked like chapter 36 was the end; it’s not, no where close. That compilation was just so breathtaking for me that I had to say something. Anyway, here’s chapter 37!
Enjoy!
Ch 37
Shortly after the battalion regrouped just shy of Bastogne the assault group that had been on day shift was retired for the night, it included Hansel’s team, E and Allison, Canine’s mediums, and the tank hunter team. To keep her a secret Eryka only preyed at night, and they were very effective. The regular tanks were kept outside while the experimentals were hid away in heavy tents or stable buildings if possible, tonight E and Allison were kept in separate warehouses for liability reasons, E was kept furthest from the camp because of her significant armor. Earlier in the day they reflected back on her first kill: a Hellcat, the Hellcat from the prior day. The one that shot Faust. It angered E so much, they saw it waiting there, sitting in an ambush, they watched Faust move into the trap. E wanted to charge down the hill, crash through the building and slam or shoot the Hellcat. Irish said no, it’s too dangerous; they didn’t know what was hidden behind the buildings. Irish only let her shoot through the building in rage of his mistake, a mistake that hurt his friends, a mistake that haunted him. He knew afterwords she was right but he stuck to his guns in spite of E. He had to show he was in command of her, not the other way around. Their argument spiked as they entered the warehouse alone, the only thing that was keeping E from tearing Irish to pieces was her own will. Irish could do nothing to harm E but E could kill Irish in a thousand ways, plus nine.
“You know damn well we couldn’t stop it! There was no way we could save them!” Irish yelled at her as he jumped off her glacis plate in front of her.
“Yes there was! We could of shot that Hellcat before it hit Faust! You were just being a fucking coward! I could have easily charged down and shot him or take the hit and not Faust!” She was eyeing him intensely in the low light of the warehouse. Her gaze shot right through Irish and she bared her teeth, like she’d tear him to bits. Her limit was spilling over, she couldn’t take much more.
“They still would have shot Faust for a tank knocked out and you’re a shit shot on the move and you know it! We would have screwed Hansel over, he’d run for Anton and get gunned down. We could do nothing but what we did!” She was steaming, she was at the edge.
“FUCK YOU!” He spun around on his heels.
“When, where and how hard!?” She snapped. Irish’s face went from determination to fear as her manipulators lashed out and knocked his ass to the ground before she started pulling him by the hips toward her. “E calm down! Calm down it’s not your fault! It’s not your fault!”
“Right here!” She exclaimed as he passed under her jutting hull. “Right now!” He looked down and saw she was messing with his outer layer of winter clothes. “And VERY hard!”
“E it’s just a comeback I didn’t mean it! Don’t do this! You can stop! I’m fine with it! Stop!” As much as he wanted to fuck her hard, he didn’t want her to regret her decision later. She had his coat and boots off and was tearing through his shirt buttons like they were nothing, she quickly got his belt open and his pants down. Before he knew it she had him nude and was stroking his hard erect member. He watched in worry and want as she removed her stroking hand to get some of her slick precum from her slit and lube him down with its warm touch. “E think about this first!”
She moved him under her slit, he eyed it wanting to lick and eat every inch of her pussy. “I’ve thought enough! Now we act!”
She dropped her suspension down with a bang and pulled him to pierce her lusting pussy. The two let out a loud and long moan of victory and relaxation. She was incredibly tight to where she bent his cock out of shape but natural desire had Irish flex it straight and proud. He felt her juices squeeze around his cock toward him and felt her powerful engine’s life flowing through their bodies, her temperature was absolute heaven to the bitter winter chill that permeates around them but with E’s warm belly pressed against him he wasn’t aware of the cold. He felt her heavy breathing circulate around her core’s structure, he closed his eyes and saw her beautiful face closing her eyes and pulling her lips taught as he felt her stern end raise gently. Her pussy felt coiled around him with it’s slow churning plush and welcoming texture enveloping his hard cock in a embrace only love could enforce, her hot juices eked slowly out of her and ventured upon his belly, chest, and legs along with her manipulators to explore his body that was hers now.
She closed her eyes as he melted into her arms and moaned in a successful melody as she held his cock inside her, never had she ever felt like this. His hard, filling, amazing cock was better than any self-fucking techniques and felt amazing. She could feel his smooth skin rubbing her pussy right, his blood coursing through his thick veins, his head spreading out wider than his thick shaft tickling her walls, it all felt overwhelming. Irish made her all warm inside literally, she felt relaxed, warm, pleased, and especially loved holding Irish to her belly with his warmth soothing and comforting her into nirvana. She wanted to get fucked hard so badly, to ride him through the night but he wasn’t doing anything, they were just sitting there soaking it all in. Irish felt her tense up her torsion bars to bounce on him but he wanted her to sit back and relax so he cautiously pulled out to her moans and whining and smiled as he was about to fuck her good.
“Are you ready, E?”
“Fuck the SHIT outta my cunt, Irish!” With that he thrusted himself in all the way going deeper than initially and wondering why she locked him that deep, so deep her clit ball was pressed against his crotch. “Let’s do this slow at first, please Iree.”
“Whatever your heart desires, sweetie.”
“One last thing, for the hell of it.” She slowly forced her cervix down on Irish, holding him ridged with a forced tight hold on his cock. The cervix crept down on him, as he slowly penetrated her cervix, she moaned and whined with her engine gradually raising its output. Her breaths increased dramatically as it finally warped around his cock head and their sensations were unbelievable in affect, they could feel each other’s body like they were one. Irish could feel her spark circulating her body currents, her huge power ready to be unleashed, her confidence, her huge gun, strong wheels, almighty engine, faintest touch in her sensors, her sheer enjoyment of him, and he could feel her love for him. She could feel his nimble frame, his awareness, his willingness, his passion, his life in his veins, his love for her, the two knew this was right as her cervix finally slipped onto his whole member.
He inched his way out filling the warehouse with a low moan of theirs. He closed his eyes and inched in again, taking time to feel all that she had to offer and for her to do the same of him. He continued this slow love making to his lover’s wish.
“Faster, Irish. Please go faster.” She said softly to him, basking in the feelings she felt.
“Right on cue.” He said with a smile noticing this is when she’d go faster by her lonesome. He did pick up a quicker beat and knew he was doing her right with her heightened whining and engine revs. Her fluids gained flow and she let more out onto his flexing body as it penetrated her with power behind it only waiting for her cue.
“More! More! Give it to me Irish! Don’t hold back I know you got more!” She commanded as a bigger grin formed on his face, she was predictable. He let it out, pounding her hard and fast reserving no energy and enjoying her eccentric yelps of joy. He closed his eyes and saw her again with her eyes closed tight and her teeth bared and the occasional tongue falling out as she panted to keep her engine cool.
“RRRRRRUUUUHHHH FUCK YES! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK IT, FUCK IT JUST LIKE THAT BABY! OH FUCK YES IRISH! OH FUCK YES! OH-HO-HO-HOOOO! GOD THIS IS GREAT!” Irish had never heard her like this, he must have been doing something right. He didn’t know that, he was just trying to keep it going, keep giving her the best feelings she’s ever had. He had his eyes clamped shut, and he saw her the same way, with her mouth agape and filling the room with her warming breath and sounds of ecstasy. He never felt so good, his cock felt so pressurized and held, he pulled and pushed his way around her cervix, each thrust in she’d easy up and become plush, when he’d leave she’d grip him tight. Her fluids leaked onto his crotch and rolled all around his lower body and her arms tightly held him against her body, save for his hips. E started humping back, really sending some feelings back at Irish. He felt her, her enjoyment shot through his body, relaxing his body like an intense massage mixed with dopamine, sheer pleasure soothed everything and numbed all that wasn’t caused by their sex. He moaned loud and long as her cervix pulsed more and more, growing tighter and tighter every time it pulsed. His climax was on its way but he didn’t want it to come, that would mean that it was over, and he didn’t want this moment to end ever. They felt overwhelmed in pleasure, nothing amounted to what they felt and before they knew it they had reached their climaxes. E reached hers first because of her heightened senses and her orgasm wiped her mind of any worries while her pussy locked Irish inside. Just as he reached his orgasm. They came with each other, nirvana blanketed their minds and neither cared what was going on as they felt a massive surge rock their bodies and leave them trembling in a seemingly endless flow of dopamine. As their loud moans calmed down and they returned to reality E held Irish against her belly, she felt his sperm deep in her cervix, creeping it’s way deeper and deeper inside her to tingle her senses in all the right ways, relaxing her body and warming her deepest and most sensitive feelings. Irish was not the same. He was terrified, he had just came inside a very sexually active female tank, into her cervix, they were royally fucked in the worst ways. He quivered in fear, he felt E’s loving arms relaxed and tenderizing, unknowing of what happened.
“E..! D-Do you kn-know where b-babies come f-f-from?”
“Of course I know where. I was taught.” She said this so calm, no excitement or show of regret, just, said it like she’s say anything else. “You comfortable down there?” Indeed he was, never better in fact.
“B-But-”
“Irish, I know.” Irish was going to continue on but she cut him off again. “I won’t be pregnant, we could try forever but I’ll never be pregnant. Another tank couldn’t do it, either. No amount of sperm, no matter the depth, no matter anything, I will never have a kid.” She sounded depressed, she held Irish tighter like he was a remnant from her childhood.
“How, E? Why?”
“I don’t have any eggs. They were supposed to put them in but they didn’t. I first opened my eyes and saw them, a little thing that looked like a sack of eggs. They were sitting on a table, the engineers explained it to me. They said that everything was there but the thing that gave me children. I haven’t told anyone this before. They said that there probably won’t be a replacement anytime soon, that after the war they would need to sample my specific composition to make me something that would fit me. But-”
“There won’t be anything after the war.” She teared up, Irish by then was soft in the nether regions so he exited and tried to get some clothes on. Their fun had gotten E’s engine to warm up the room so Irish really didn’t need clothes. He was released by her only for him to crawl out before she picked him up again and held him to the side of her turret. He comforted her as tears streamed down her face.
“That’s why I was so angry, Faust could have kids, she could further my kind, but I am useless. I’m the most expendable one.”
“Come on, you’re not useless! Think of Cindy, Marion hasn’t given birth yet she has a kid, she has Cindy.”
“That’s because Cindy’s parents died when if they sent someone like me then they would still be with Cindy.”
“But then Marion wouldn’t have anyone but Hansel to care so much for.”
“Her crew, they’re a family.”
“They are, but Cindy holds a special place in their hearts. E, we can still have a kid, it may not be our own blood but we can have a kid. You aren’t useless, you are a great motivation, an excellent fighter, a very sexually active and exciting woman, and now you’ve shown me that you do care. E, you are everything to me. Isn’t that important enough to save you? I think you as the most special one out there, one of the most useful vehicles. I do. Do you?” She sniffles and wiped some tears from her eyes.
“That sexually active thing you said.”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not actually that active, I’m maybe active maybe an eighth of the time. It’s just me overcompensating.”
“Then you are a good actor, add that to the list of things.” She giggled.
“Maybe I will.” She let Irish prepare for bed. As he was opening his cot she took it and snapped one of it’s joints so that it was useless.
“Why’d you do that for!?”
“An excuse for us to sleep together.” She grabbed his sleeping gear and laid it out right below her gun, she raised it to the roof for him to fit as close as possible to her turret. “Oh and another thing,” she grabbed his head and kissed him on the lips, he went with it. He thought how ironic it was they kissed after they had sex. Unprotected sex at that. “We should have done that first but, whatever.” He chuckled.
“I thought the exact same thing.” He crawled into his sleeping bag and dozed off in minutes while E was asleep in seconds. He watched her sleep soundly with a big grin on her face as he, too, drifted to sleep. Their alarm sounded promptly the next morning, they greeted each other with a morning kiss and E tapping on his morning wood’s head.
“Is it always like that?”
“Yeah. Nothing abnormal about it. Yes, it can be used if you’d like.”
“Oh, really?” She flicked it down and it sprung back into place. “Too bad we didn’t think of that when we set the alarm.”
“Oh well.” He started to dress himself, he noticed last night how E was instantly more affectionate towards him than ever before. Someone else was bound to catch on, too. “Hey, E, who do you think will notice us first?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re more affectionate to me, someone else is sure to learn. Who do you think will notice first?” She thought on it.
“Hmmm, I think.., Allison. Allison will notice first. She’s got a keen eye for those things.”
“Nah, I think it’ll be Marion.”
“Why?”
“She figured out Mini-Rommel before anyone else.”
“Maybe.” She wrapped her arms around his waist as he tied his ankle boots. “What ever happened to Dora, and that Ferdi and his wife?” Irish stopped. He only saw them for those few hours.
“I don’t know. I do know that Ferdinands have problems frequently so maybe he’s way back being repaired, either him or his wife. Maybe Dora, too.” There was a knock at the door. E jumped. Irish held back a laugh as he checked the door. He brought his head back in and said “Speaking of them devils.”
Fin Ch 37
To be honest I completely forgot about those three at the end, Dora, Ferdi, and Porscha. My bad.
HaM Ch36
Ch 36
Prinz Eugen watched a sea turtle swim by her bridge. She watched it swim around her fore structure gracefully. A large tiger shark drew near, stalking the sea turtle around her. She seated at the shark with one of her manipulators. Shoo! Shoo! Leave the turtle alone! She had to strike the shark to deter it, the shark snapped at her hand but got a punch to the gills for it. It swam off as fast as it came. She listened in to the radio, it was early March, in the year twenty-twelve, the man on the radio was going ballistic about how the world is ending and yada, yada, Eugen turned the channel. This one was playing some smooth jazz, the music she was familiar with, it brought back memories. Good and bad. She thought about Bismarck and Rudolph, and Irish, and E, and losing the war, being turned over to the Americans, sexually confronted by some American ships that really liked her look, their sad faces when they eventually learned she wasn’t into them, promises of retirement, the bombings, rolling over and the pain that ensued, and then she opened her eyes again. This is retirement, blissful retirement. She groomed the reefs that had grown on her hull, she always thought of it as gardening. Her retirement was being laid down along an atoll and turning into an oasis for the ocean life, she gladly accepted it; she loved the ocean and would love to be more a part of it, but they took one of her propellers in honor and remembrance of her and her fellow ships and sailors. Later in the day a dive team came down, she felt people walking on her belly above the ocean waves. They were strange, however, they felt very heavy until they placed a box down on her belly, and the divers she saw made their way to her bridge before one of them swam up to the surface. She felt like she was being pecked at with needles and felt a surge zap through her body, the diver that went up returned and nodded at the other diver. They affixed their lights to her faceplate and shone the lights at themselves. One affixed a clasp to her body and turned a switch on his belt on, a green light flashes for a few seconds before it held still.
“Hallo? Guten Nachmittag.” Prinz Eugen was amazed, shocked, she hasn’t had anyone talk to her in decades. She scrambled her mind, this was very unexpected. She answered the man.
“Hello! Hello! Oh it has been decades since someone’s talked to me.”
“Hello, I am Tobias Hagan, grandson of Rupert Hagan-”
“I remember that name.”
“Yes, he served on the Bismarck, he knew Rudolph. Anyway we are here to ask you a question.”
“Go on.” Tobias looked to the other diver and they talked, he nodded and the other diver went away.
“We are offering to raise you from the seabed and restore you to your maritime standards.” She came out of hiding, her eyes were wide and her mouth agape, she never thought anyone would do this. “If you want, it is all up to you.” She thought. “Please.., all the others said no. You’re the last resort.” She looked him in the eyes; his brown eyes agreed that what he said was truth.
“I’ll think on it. How long will you be here?”
“We’re setting up a camp on the atoll.” She never broke eye contact with him; she saw something that flooded her with memories. Memories filled with Irish and her. She saw that twinkle in his eyes, his want for her to sail again, the openness of his heart. She saw his desire for her, not anything near sexual but that he wanted to see her sail again, see her take to the seas like his grandfather did. That night after they headed ashore she thought about it long and hard. She had asked questions like what would happen to the reefs on her, they would be destroyed, the safety she gave the fish, it would disappear, and she didn’t like the answers but he did promise that they could sink a ship in her place. “That,” she decided to tell Tobias the next morning, “is the only way I’ll agree.” After some phone calls the deal was made.
Because he was the only one who knew how to use the equipment, Tobias was the only one to talk to Prinz Eugen. He kept her occupied by talking about his family history, starting with how his grandfather escaped Bismarck’s sinking, his grandfather moving to America, his family being raised and learning German through his grandfather, his own four years in the U.S. Navy, how he came across this project and how the other four ships turned down the offer. Eugen wasn’t sure if it was the lack of interaction that made her attracted to Tobias or if she genuinely felt attracted to him but either way she didn’t want him to leave and it pained her when he did. A few days later she saw the hulls of at least three ships. Those three ships were a dredge, a specialized salvage ship that was towing a huge barge, and a boat bus to haul her to port. They began by excavating various parts of her and collecting loose debris and putting them on the barge. Next they reinforced her hull with specialized metal before the final step of excavating the water took place. Because she rolled over and per-say snapped her neck her bridge was on the barge watching them pick up her hull and roll it upright before it was towed to deeper water and placed on the boat bus. With everything set she demanded to watch her replacement be sunk, it was an old Russian oil tanker from her own era. She watched as eight charges blew out the sides and the ship dropped about eight meters into the water along the atoll. Satisfied, Eugen was taken across the land to the Atlantic Ocean. She talked to Tobias, who she begged to keep her company on the voyage. He talked to her about some stuff on television that’s not on the radios and when that was exhausted he thought he’d bring up some future plans.
“We’re not really a global interest yet, but we’ll be one soon.”
“Why? Raising ships is a pretty phenomenal feat isn’t it? And what soon will make you one?”
“Well Eugen you are a pilot, if you can’t be raised and rebuilt-mind you that you’re already raised and there’s nothing new about rebuilding ships-then the countries that are interested will pull out funding. Since word that the pilot has been raised got out, the countries like Britain, France, Belgium, Norway, Japan, America, Germany, Spain, Russia, and a few other satellite countries have shown greater interest and have asked for a few ships to be tested for the grounds to be raised. The next ship that we’re looking at that was proposed is German.”
“What ship?” Not too many ships came to mind that Germany would have rightful interest in.
“A close friend to you and someone close to my grandfather.” Eugen couldn’t believe who came to mind.
“Bismarck!?” He nodded. “Why? Germany tried to bury the Nazis and all of their doings long ago! Why raise one of the symbols of their power?!” She combed the deepest parts of her mind for that reason, she saw a kind friend and a lovely woman, but she knew the world would see hate, tyranny, violence and oppression. Bismarck would be considered Auschwitz II, Eugen favored Bismarck too much to let that happen to her. She wasn’t going to let them make her friend feel like a death camp affiliated with hate and tyranny. She would try her damn hardest not to let them do that. “No! It would ruin her!”
“Hold on-”
“No! Don’t raise her to be another reason why we shouldn’t let tyranny rule! Don’t use her as an example of hate and oppression! She’s not like that at all!”
“Eugen! Stop!” She shut up; he was looking at her in the eyes. “They already know she’s alive, or at least that she once was, they don’t want to make her another Auschwitz.”
“Then what are they using her for?!” Eugen demanded. Tobias was silent, he slowly spoke again.
“They want to either make her a German maritime museum or somehow incorporate her into the navy again.”
“Why the navy again? We’ve had our time in the sun and now it’s the carrier and missile systems. And what will happen to me?”
“You’re an easy one to answer; you’ll be a nuclear museum, because of your dealings with the bombs in the pacific you’ll be affiliated with them. German and American companies are co-owners of you when we’re done.” When he said co-owners Eugen shivered, she didn’t like that term.
“Could we not refer to them as that?”
“What would you call them?”
“General Managers, X-Os, I’d like to think I still have freedom to do what I will and decide not to do anything.”
“That’s alright. But Bismarck.., I guess they’d fix her like the Americans did the Iowas. Improve her fire control-”
“Impossible.”
“-and upgrade her A-A battery, put on some missiles and missile defenses, maybe put some torpedoes on like they did to Tirpitz-hey, did you know.., Tirpitz?” He asked awkwardly, as so he doesn’t stir any emotions within her more; Tirpitz was afloat for years before she rolled over, and even after that she was intact until she was scrapped.
“No, Tobias, she wasn’t alive. Bismarck was supposed to be the flagship and thus have the best capability. How sad.”
“Yeah-how sad.” Eugen was quiet before she spoke again.
“I actually don’t know if she was alive. I never really saw her nor talked to her. Meeting Bismarck and figuring she was alive was an accident.” Tobias stirred and grabbed his gut.
“I really hope she was dead-metal.” Eugen knew why, being slowly ripped apart after drowning your only friends wouldn’t be a good way to go out. They were quiet for the rest of the day. Eugen prayed for Tirpitz, if she was once alive she prayed that she was in good company now and feeling good and resting peacefully. Eugen nearly cried thinking about it all. She was in awe of the canals, how so much had changed yet so little was really different. They rounded the Florida coast and sailed north to the Pennsylvania docks. There was already a slot ready for her and right next to it was a massive slot for Bismarck.
“Why is Bismarck going to be taken all the way over here to be restored?”
“Well, this is our place. So that’s why.” He leaned close to her and whispered something. “And besides, don’t you wanna see your friend soon?” He smirked and patted her armor.
“Why so close? Tobias?” He was caught off guard.
“What do you mean?”
“You got real close to me. Why did you touch me like that? Something deeper than most think? Huh?” He snickered about it and left. Ha! I think he likes me. She couldn’t help but smile.
He was going out to help retrieve Bismarck and he was talking to Eugen, she either wanted to go with him and nerve keep Bismarck happy or he wasn’t going, she really didn’t want to leave her only friend. Other people would talk to her in bad German or English, asking the lucky ship about her stories and she was happy to tell. Some of the vets and sea salts told their own stories and while she had friends Tobias was the only real friend that she liked. She was forced into a compromise, she would talk to him with her radio and when Bismarck came up she would join in.
“Maybe I’ll meet Rudolph.”
“You haven’t met him? I thought you would have at least talked once.”
“Oh no I talk to him, too. I meant I would see him and shake his hand so to say. He’s a nice guy. I hope he’s still alright.”
“My grandfather feels responsible to this day about it, he says it’s like the scar that is always there, tormenting your conscious and making you believe that you’ll burn in hell and that you rightfully earned it. I think he just needs closure, he never really knew what happened to him.”
“Is your grandfather still alive?”
“Yes he was walking without a cane last week but, his health turned for the worst recently, I don’t want him to die yet. I want to find him some closure first.” He leaned against her freshly cleaned wall and sighed. Some tears formed in his eyes. “I really don’t want him to die.” Eugen knew he was starting to sob, her external arms were pinned under her bridge but her internal arms could comfort him. She opened the door to the bridge and led him inside.
“Tobey, what if I told you that Rudolph and Bismarck are still alive?” He stopped sobbing and listened, one of her cleaner and more functioning arms picked up his chin. “Ever since she sank all those decades ago we have been talking, talking with our radios. I haven’t heard from them in a month but they’re still there. If he can hold out for maybe a few days I could help him talk to Rudolph.” Tobias perked up; he rubbed his eyes and got up.
“He’ll pull through, he’s gotten through worse. I’ll tell him we should have Bismarck here by the end of next month.”
“There you go!” He started to walk out of the bridge, he paused at the door.
“Did you call me Tobey?” Eugen thought.
“Did I?”
“You did.” She apologized. “No, no, it’s fine.” He left for the day, the next day his little fleet of ships sailed off to get Bismarck. Eugen watched in distress as they left. Later her radio sparked to life.
“Hello? Eugen you still there!?” It was Bismarck. Eugen rejuvenated at the sound of her friend.
“Bismarck! You’ll never guess what’s going to happen to you!”
“What? I’m going to guess another movie is being made. Rudolph what do you think is going to happen to us?” – “Uhhhh.., a memorial or something like they did to the Titanic? I don’t know, honey.”
“You are being raised from the bottom!” There was a long pause on their end.
“Eugen, are.., are you alright?” Bismarck thought that Eugen had gone mad. After Eugen had assured Bismarck and Rudolph that she had not gone mad they talked in denial again. “Yeah, they also said that they’d raise the Titanic with ping-pong balls but that hasn’t happened.”
“No-no-no-no-no! Trust me; I’m sitting in a dock in Pennsylvania because they raised me! They have a plan to get you guys, too!” Eugen paused. “Well, my hull is. My bridge is sitting along the slipway.” Bismarck laughed a little bit.
“Well if you really are sitting there, why are they doing that and what did they do?” Eugen told them everything she knew they did. By the time she finished her explanation Bismarck and Rudolph were excited so much.
“We’ll finally sail again!”
“We could actually hold each other!”
“I’ve longed so much to see the sun again!”
“Oh it’s been so long I almost forgot what it looked like!”
“We could finally have kids!”
“We could see our friends again!” Rudolph stopped, he only had a few people he considered friends. They were Bismarck, Prinz Eugen, and Hansel Walter. He thought about how long it’s been, how the war still ravaged for so long, the dangers Germany went through after the war, he sat down on Bismarck’s bridge deck and leaned against her. He spoke solemnly. “We could see Eugen again, that is.”
“Don’t feel down, my little reindeer, I’m sure he’s still out there.” She massaged his shoulders-they both knew deep down that she was wrong.
December, 1944
Hansel jumped awake. He was breathing heavily and looking around, he was confused. Marion felt him stir and wrapped arms around him. She picked up his blanket and tucked him in his sleeping mat again. He was lying on her engine deck for the night, right above her warm engine vents. She laid her arms on his body and asked what he dreamt about.
“I-I don’t know. I saw a sunken ship that was raised up, and there was the ocean, and then that ship talked to another one, also sunk. Then I saw a bigger ship, a German one, and the sky was white and bright and the ocean was flat and blue, and I saw an old friend. They thought I was dead.” Marion lulled him back to sleep; they had much to do the next day. While Hansel drifted to sleep he thought, whenever dreams were that real to him they always came true, always. From his car to the war to being a tanker, even meeting Marion, they all came true. He didn’t want this one to happen, he wanted to prove this one wrong, he wanted to prove Rudolph and.., Bismarck, prove them wrong and be there. Through and through he was going to get through it all, he’ll get through it with Marion. That was his promise to his friend.
Fin Ch 36
HaM Ch 35
Heads up: this is a long one and has fight scenes. Honestly I’ve had this ready since Wednesday but I never got around to posting it, sorry.
Ch 35
“So how were your travels down?”
“It was fairly hard and long. We tried to spark up conversations with Allison and Major Idek but he limited the conversations topics to only tactics, asking where your training was when I left and what the schedule was. He also asked how many tanks had minimal crews; he was generally focused around military propaganda and how we’re going to win. I’ll admit, he is pretty good at motivating you. That being said he’s a perfectionist.”
“We noticed.”
“He’s instilling it into Allison; I really don’t want a death-head tank. He straightened her so much I think there’s a legitimate iron rod in her engine he uses to right her if she is wrong.” That made Marion’s engine ache with sympathy pain. “So much is he instilling it he rerouted the train to where the Jews are. He stopped the train outside of one and told us to admire in Aryan strength. He made me take pictures to use to remember not who we’re fighting, he doesn’t view them as whos, and he told me to use them to remember what we’re fighting. I can’t describe them.” Eryka handed him the pictures, he thanked her and held up the pictures. They were of the concentration camp fences, the workers literally worked to the bone, the dead simply piled up, the massive ditches that Eryka could sit in that were filled with bodies, and he said that it smelled like burning meat and flesh for miles. Banker, who was the closest to the pictures, flew over them with his eyes, he turned pale, and he gagged and wobbled. His skin turned white and cold to the touch, an icy chill shot through his body. “The worst part is he convinced Allison this was right, she awed at the camp, she was moved by it, not like we are, no, moved more like Major Nazi is. That was when we thought for sure she was too far gone.” Banker pointed at one picture.
“Those are children!”
“Yes, there are women here,” Eryka showed on a picture, “these elderly people went into that building. The Major said it’s the best way to kill them-gas chamber.”
As the group looked through the pictures that were kept well out of Cindy’s innocence, Cindy called out “Mary, Mary, look! Is that your sister?” She was pointing at E; they had gotten back from their voyage.
“No, sweetie, that’s my replacement.”
“Actually,” Eryka started, “plans are I replace you and the E-75 replaces the Tigers.”
“So does that mean you’re being kick out of the army?” Cindy asked, though she was mentally about eight she knew that she needed Marion to get her home.
“No dear, they’ll use me until I die.” Hansel again realized what she was, a weapon of war owned by the government. He thought long and hard about it, about how he could keep her as his own. He figured he could use his pay in his favor, buy her freedom as soon as he can afford it by staying in the army. That’s the plan he came up with, that’s the plan he’ll follow. E and Irish came over, talked to them for a while, and looked at the pictures and learned more details about the SS Major. After that Irish and E went to the other and met with them and then the Major and Allison then they hung out with their friends. After a few days they began the assault.
They got their orders almost at last minute and moved to assault the thinly protected Allied line. News from forward assaulting forces was inspiring, the American line was crushed and they were plowing through the defenses. Because resources were few everything was allotted, not everybody had their maximum capacity for ammunition. The mediums especially suffered. The force was moving through the remains of the battles, nothing but some obliterated fox holes, body bags, destruction, trees splintered about ten feet above the ground, blood stains in the snow, and a few light skinned vehicles that were left to burn. Marion tried to keep Cindy away from the bodies but a child’s curiosity is a hard thing to control. Cindy got close to one body and only one body; she never left Marion’s side after that sight. Every day the sound of battle grew closer as they moved up to relieve units, every day Marion feared for Cindy’s wellbeing, every day she thought about the things that could happen to her human crew. Every day her nightmares grew worse. She felt an eagerness to fight, they all did, but the fear of death lingered in everyone’s minds.
They started to notice that the units ahead moved so fast they left pockets of U.S. infantry behind, four times they were shot at by small arms, Cindy herself was shot at, the soldiers thinking that she was a captured Sherman being used by a German crew in need. The soldiers were dealt with swiftly but they went down like mad dogs, every one of them gave it their all. Hansel’s group had never encountered resistance so close before, he and his team marveled at their supreme bravery. While a mass of prisoners were taken, most of them were still bitter like they were ordered to surrender rather than willingly die for their cause, at least it seemed that way. All of their training proved itself, Eugene and Karl would suppress the sharp shooters while Marion or another tank dealt with hard resistance, and burst made at Eugene and Karl either missed or bounced off Marion’s armor. While that happened the infantry would enter the area and eliminate any threats. Because of her classification, Marion was put with heavies and Hansel was posted in direct command of three Tiger Is. They were three of four dead-metal Tiger Is; the other two were with Griffin and Gretchen under command of Fritz and Edwards. The tank destroyers were under the command of Jäger and they consisted of Rosa, Hetz, the Marders, and Frau, Frau was more of an assault gun so she more so went with the mediums. The mediums were formed into two teams; the first was Mini-Rommel, Kramia, Erin, and Faust, their commander wasn’t really met by them. The second group of mediums was led by Canine and that was the rest of the mediums, Frau, and the reconnaissance vehicles like Kitty the Puma and Selig the SdKfz 251, she had a Pak 40 mounted on her. The experimental vehicles were under command of the Major and consisted of Allison, Eryka and E.
Early one morning they encountered a village not on the map but it was on the route. The Colonel gave the go ahead and the first medium group and Marion’s heavy group entered with support of Kitty. The multistory houses formed to ninety degree turns before it opened up and crossed a bridge over the river. The experimentals sat on the hill that overlooked the bridge and had a small line of sight between two buildings that was in view of the road to the bridge. Faust was sent in first, then Marion followed, Cindy sat back with Frau and Canine. Then there was Kitty behind Marion in place to swoop around any dug in gun positions. From a building a rocket flared into the street at Faust. They instantly tried to turn towards them but the rocket missed and hit a church steeple, falling debris fell on Faust’s turret skirt and fell in on her right side.
“You okay, Faust?” Anton asked worried.
“I’m fine, baby.” She responded as she gave a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“Load high explosive!” The commander yelled. Anton caught the AP shell spat out by Faust’s gun and replaced it with HE. With a ‘gun ready’ the gunner shot into the second floor. The wall exploded into pieces of bricks, wood, and furniture. They slowly advanced forwards, they came up to the second bent left and this is when Marion would take point. Faust moved along to the sidewalk of the road and had her gun down the road to cover Marion. As the length of the road came into view there sat an American Hellcat tank. “Fuck! Fire!”
Immediately they fired at the tank hunter, it harmlessly drove into the ground and the Hellcat returned the favor. Instantly Faust felt a stinging pain towards her rear, and felt hot liquids spew in her engine and crew compartment. Instantly a fire started. The crew raced to bail but Anton’s hatch was stuck, debris had locked it shut. As the fire heated her few shots left she wrapped all her arms around him and held him. The shots exploded and all anyone saw was fire, smoke, liquid metal and shrapnel tear through her sides and shoot out the hatches. The Hellcat had retreated behind a lone building.
Hansel watched in horror. His heart raced when he saw the fire spike up on Faust’s engine deck then he had indescribable fear as it exploded. Faust still sat there mostly intact, crying. Hansel screamed no repeatedly, he had nothing but instinct to guide him. He tore open Marion’s hatch and vaulted himself out, Marion tried to catch him but missed. Hansel fell into the snow and madly raced to Faust. Marion moved forward but looked for that Hellcat, she saw it looking at her frontal from behind the building when all of a sudden the wall exploded and a shot ripped its way through the Hellcat. Instantly smoke bled into the sky and the crew abandoned, Marion turned all attention to Hansel and plucked him off of Faust, who was crying and convulsing. Hansel resisted all restraints Marion made, he was dropped and he turned into a raging beast, he watched as the Hellcat crew survivors ran into a bar. Hansel ran blindly into the building, Meats ripped the MG-42 off the interior wall and stood in the commander’s hatch. Infantry raced to the bar to deal with the personnel while Marion moved in front. Hansel ran into the bar and knocked the pistol out of the American’s hand, decked him in the jaw, kneed him in the gut then tackled him. They struggled and ended up with Hansel straddling the American and choking him out. He only stared at his hands in blood boiling rage, not flinching to the American’s attempts to save his life. The other survivors stood up from behind the counter with grease guns. Before they did anything else they were cut down by Meats and the MP-40 soldiers. Hansel choked his enemy out until his face was purple. He stood up over him and admired at what he did. He wiped blood from his ear and walked back to Marion. She picked him up and put him inside. He started to cry. The town had no other incidents and was moved through with only Faust as the tank casualty, the whole time she and Hansel cried.
They pressed on, the next day they were on the edge of Bastogne, the city rooftops were in view. Hansel had somewhat recovered and was commanding his Tigers in a arrowhead formation. They advanced in a field when all of a sudden American AT guns opened fire from a forest position. The guns bounced off the heavy armor and after a few tries were zeroed in on and dealt with ease. Hansel commanded forward when one last shot tore through the trees and destroyed a Tiger to Marion’s right.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?” The Tiger exploded, no American tank has ever done that, no American gun can do that, not from the front nor this far. The Tiger to the right was hit in the lower glacis plate and disabled the transmission. “What the FUCK!?” From the trees a Tiger tank came out, covered with big white stars.
“A fucking tiger?! Why-” the commander asked terrified as a shell from the American Tiger shot off the antenna.
“ALL GUNS FREE!” Hansel yelled, almost in unison the German force fired but the one without the antenna fired in response, one grazing off the turret, Marion’s flying under the belly, another bouncing off because of his angle, and the last one glanced off the roof. “FIRE AT WILL! FIRE AT WILL!” The Tigers’ and Panthers’ suspension was designed to keep the tank as steady as possible so that firing on the move would be more accurate, even with this improvement it was still tricky business and undisciplined to fire on the move. Given the opposition, moving targets are also harder to hit. Shot after shot flew at the Tiger, most missing or glancing off hardened points. The American Tiger was well disciplined, after a German volley he stopped and fired off a shot before moving again, this hurt Hansel’s task force. Hansel dispersed the formation sending them to angle themselves; soon the only one who could pen the other was Marion. She was loading AP and punched him right in the center of the flat hull plate. She expected the crew to bail but Hansel and Whacker knew better, German hulls were very sound integrity wise. It instantly fired upon her, trying to hit her lower but hit high. That was the worst hit she’s ever felt and jerked her response of another shot, it passed right by the Tiger.
“Marion you need to his the corners!” Whacker yelled, Hansel repeated it and then another shot hit them, bouncing off her mantle.
“They’re going for the boar sight! Hit the corner now!”
“Goddammit! NOW!” She panicked and fired at the Tiger, she hit its gun as it fired at her again, it hit her along her side, scraping down her body leaving a long gash on her hull, she couldn’t keep her cool and screamed in pain. Hansel had enough, he climbed into the gunner’s seat and aimed and fired. The shot pierced through the corner of the Tiger I and struck the ammunition, the tank exploded and kicked the turret off the hull in the largest fireball they’ve seen. Hansel shakily got back into his commander’s seat and leaned against the wall. He got on the comms and reported in to command with heavy breaths.
“Heavy group one (hard breath) reporting in, (hard breath) confrontation with (hard breath) confiscated Tiger model leaves (hard breath) one destroyed and three (hard breath) heavily damaged Tiger ones. (Hard breath) Requesting assistance at (hard breath) our location. (hard breath) Coordinates follows as-” he got off and called to Whacker. “Whacker, (hard breath) where the fuck are we?”
“The doorstep to hell.”
Fin Ch 35
HaM Ch (Rule) 34
Yup! A porn scene! I wrote this long chapter with porn in the middle and hinted at the beginning, it’s a mix of plot line and just fun sex. This is between Inbred and Eryka. Remember, Inbred is Ralph. Oh and in case you’re wondering Marion looks like the image that follows: the Normandy camouflage pattern mixed in with a little white paint. White dye was very scarce so most winter camouflage at the time was light colors and rarely white itself, and what white paint there was tended to be chalky and wash off easy. The only thing the picture is missing is the anti-magnetic paint that looks like a thick fishing net around the tank. The paint was put over the anti-magnetic paint.
Enjoy!
Ch 34
Inbred walked into Eryka’s bunker. Her new coat of paint looked very nice on her and today they were going to add some more colors like Marion had on when he left them. So far the areas that are going to be brown were finished and now they were going to do a green. While they have learned that they will take part in the winter offensive they won’t be able to paint Eryka fully white, there isn’t enough white dye, so they are blending them together. That and the paint is quite chalky and will wash out as the snow melts in the spring so they figured that they’ll save time. Once the green is finished they’ll add dark yellow speckles all over her and dark green speckles on the dark yellow areas, Inbred and her have really come close, so close they almost had sex. The sheer thought of making love to her warms Inbred against the cold, leftover feelings from her warm and tight caresses keeps him company and their loving kisses spark a fire deep inside him. They don’t do much as far as going out and about, and they rarely get alone time so most of this love is inside her hull, and they only snip kisses whenever no one watches. Being on a maximum security base meant to look like a farm processing station from everywhere has many drawbacks. Every morning the base is inspected for wires, spying equipment, and misplaced radios. This sort of mentality has made Inbred very very cautious when Eryka is being handled by others. Every day after the inspection detail leaves he goes around and checks her and her garage. Twice he’s found sketchy equipment and wires, he fears somebody knows of her. He’s never apprehended the suspected spy but has reported suspicious activity. The only times Eryka is allowed outside of her recess is during overcast, nighttime, and rarely broad daylight. This makes the garage feel like their home, the house that they reside in most, their one chance at privacy.
“This day,” Eryka says, “is going to be great.”
“Why’s that?” Inbred asked as he checks under a table.
“Reasons you’ll learn of.” After that Inbred moved to the piping, he found a transponder, and a cable, the cable traced back to the radio on the bench but it wasn’t set to the right channel. He freaked out, his heart raced and his mind scared him with bombs falling on Eryka.
“So far it’s not!” Eryka didn’t seem to care; she grabbed him and held him against her, caressing his shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it, nothing’ll hurt me.” They sneaked a kiss in for the morning, she held him longer than normal. Even though Eryka said it was nothing, Inbred still took the radio instance to heart and saw it as a threat to his interest. “Nobody comes in here, I’m telling you, nothing is wrong.”
“Why is the radio like that!?”
“You know what, ask the officer if you can set up your own monitor, just to make sure.” Inbred smiled.
“Babe you’re the best.”
“I know Ralph.” He did exactly that. He went to the officer of security and presented his case. The officer said that using that radio is dangerous, it could be hard-wired. He had no extra recording devices so he told Inbred that he could stand watch in the garage until someone was caught. Knowing that he’ll get pretty sleepless nights, the officer didn’t see any incentive for Inbred to do it other than protecting the fatherland.
That day Inbred and Eryka met another new tank to the base, she was a Panther II. She looked a lot like Mini, but she had a bigger gun and her wheel arrangement was different, a little weird, from what the previous German designs had was very even layout of the suspension, on the Panther II she had a little tighter grouping on one end than the other end. She didn’t have a name yet, Eryka thought of a good name and they found Allison to be fitting. Inbred thought that it kind of was a good day, met someone nice and sweet, and was, at the moment of the thought, staring at his girlfriend’s ass and rubbing it down with paint. He somewhat envied the brush in his hand, wanting to replace it with something else used to spread select fluids. He leaned against Eryka’s massive exhaust pipe and thought of the things Hansel and Marion had done together, specifically the tailpipe talk. He remembers how sensitive Marion said it was why she squirmed whenever she backed into bushes, and he slid his hand up and down the pipe massaging it.
“What are you doing back there?”
“Do you like it?”
“Well, yes, it’s nice. But why?”
“Repaying you for last time, your massages.” The ‘last time’ Inbred and she were kissing late in the day with no one around and she cupped his sack and massaged it. That was the most sexual thing they’ve done.
“Really? Well could you grope this, too, while you’re at it?” She snaked out her ‘nipple’ tendril; he held it in his hand and rubbed it while he stroked her ass with a paint brush. “Mmm, that’s great. I got an ass and tit massage.” Inbred smirked. He finished painting after sundown and prepared to stay the night with Eryka. It was soon midnight when the clean-up crew left. “Now it’s just you.., and me, babe.”
“Really..,” Inbred smiled and looked around. “Well I’ve a job to do so..,” he shrugged, “we could make out.” Eryka smiled in a naughty fashion.
“We could do more than that, baby.”
“But the spy?” Eryka only stared at him.
“Babe, I’m the ‘spy’ if you haven’t noticed.” Inbred was confused.
“Wh-What?!” He pointed to her.
“I planted the wires, I messed with the radio, and I’m the one doing the suspicious things in here.”
“Why?” Inbred feared for himself now, he wasn’t sure how but she was the spy.
“So I could get you and I alone in here all night.” He backed away scared. Eryka rolled her eyes. “No I’m not a real spy. I want to be alone with you and fuck you! I thought you were smart.”
“Hey I’m smart!” She smirked at him. “I was acting on instinct.” He was approached slowly, and his shirt was unbuttoned. “So what about the guards at the door?”
“I’ve tested them, I’ve screamed as loud as I can. They won’t hear anything.” She brought a bare-chested lover to her lips and kissed him, letting him open his pants. Her tone changed, she sounded desperate in between their smooches. “Oh Ralph! I want you to split me! Split me in half!”
“Yes, ma’am!” Finally they were doing it; so much sexual tension had built up it was driving them mad. Now all that lust, that tension, that desire was released. Inbred had his clothes off quick, he knew where the spot was all because of his questions and he was there faster than Eryka could think was possible. She didn’t look wet enough, dripping wet wasn’t good enough, and so he decided to tease her a little. He felt a taste test of the dish was in order, to salivate the glands and prepare for the main course. Eryka was definitely enjoying this feast already. Her face twisted into the best smile she’s ever had, she felt her turret drift to her left side but she didn’t care. Her eyes darted towards the left like she was trying to see Inbred work her lips so heavenly but obviously couldn’t because of her body. Instead she felt his presence, she saw him in her mind, and she knew exactly how he was posed, exactly everything with what he was doing. It swamped her hormones and before he knew it Inbred was lapping up a sweet and rewarding waterfall. That’s when he quit his teasing; he moved his body and rubbed her lips with his stiff as stone cock.
“Split me Ralph, split me!” Her demands motivated Inbred to the extreme, he broke his way into her, loud moans echoed throughout the garage. An intense feeling overcame them; ecstasy and a feeling of something right flooded their bodies and shook their foundation. Inbred, his cock stuffed inside his lover’s tight and plush pussy, could feel her power, her durability, he felt what she was made of. Is this, too, what Hansel feels? He wondered, but then he remembered his lover wanting some good hard sex and pulled out to his head before rocketing back into her. He furiously plowed her virgin soil, moving her hot, wet, plush and loving vagina around him and needlessly obeying Eryka’s pleas for more. She got into his motions and inversely reacted to his motions; he’d get out while she got off, he drove in while she fell on, and so on. He felt her fluids flow all around his hips, her body heat and fluids mixed to keep him nice and warm against the dropping temperatures. Her pussy bled heat like a furnace, but was very comfortable inside. As he drove for the final time before resting he felt her grip him, it almost hurt how much she gripped him. He had to prop himself up to ease the pain, Eryka felt it but couldn’t seem to stop, not that she really wanted to stop but for her lover’s sake she fought her natural feelings and freed him. She felt him lie on the floor tired from the day and the sex. She lowered down and ground half of his cock, half in and half out, feeling his hard meat stick ooze precum and throb against her Gspot, he felt so wonderful. She felt his cock seemingly change, it convulsed and shivered as she ground, suddenly he rocketed deep inside her as an instinct while he came. His hot and thick cum shot inside her and some tingled her cervix while the rest mixed with her fluids along the sides of her uterus. Her whole vagina felt amazing, regardless she kept going; she wasn’t done. She continued to ride him for a good while, until her pussy had enough and she came. She slowly got off of Inbred so that he could get out. He came out covered in her love; he wondered how Hansel handles this. Eryka helped clean him off with a rag and stowed it, the floor would dry away. He dressed himself as Eryka wound down for the night; she still had her massive gun depressed fully. He climbed into a sleeping bag provided to him and he couldn’t help but look at Eryka’s huge size and feel like she faked it.
“Eryka, did you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“Me, did you fake it?” She half-heartedly looked at him, she wanted to go to sleep badly.
“No, no babe I didn’t fake a thing.”
“But I’m like a mouse to you, the size difference is like, it’s like,” he searched through his mind for a comparison, “like a sausage and a hallway.” Eryka sheepishly chuckled.
“Baby, you are more than big enough to fill my needs.” She drug him over and kissed him lovingly. They kissed for a while before he retreated back to his cot and slept. Eryka woke up before the wake up alarm and woke Inbred. “I’ll show you why.”
“Why what?”
“You fill my needs.” She pulled him under and let him watch her expand and contract her vagina, he watched with interest, mystified on how such things happened. He had a morning wood and she decided to show him. She put his cock in while fully opened. “Here I barely feel you; you’re like a little tingle against me.” She started closing on him, until she was fully moaning and aroused; Inbred was simply in heaven. That morning, after they pulled a quickie, they met with Allison again. She was very inquisitive, concerned about why she was here. Inbred did his best to give account on the war, how it’s going, and who’s in charge but being very young during Hitler’s rise to power left many blanks in his history report. They exchanged a lot about each other, the three, and they shared their weaknesses. Eryka was prone to being overwhelmed by faster attackers and couldn’t stand cowards. Inbred was physically ‘weak’ and could not cope with laziness. Allison wasn’t too armored, a well-placed shot could render her immobile and start a fire, she also couldn’t hurt children, and she loved children too much. Whether friend or foe she couldn’t think of hurting any. She seemed to have a sixth sense about children, she was passing by a school on the way to the base and never knew it was a school but felt like there were children inside. She was right but it was an unmarked building, an average building actually, the original school was bombed by the allies. Later she was moved to the painting store and painted, she came out excited and happy, so was Eryka, but Inbred beheld a death-head in the making.
“How do I look?”
“Like you’d kill a Tommy just by glancing at him.”
“How about you Ralph? How do I look?” He wanted to warn her, tell her about what is on the way, but he couldn’t for it was too late. An SS car in the background halted and out stepped the SS officer.
“Just like Eryka said.” He looked her in the eyes and it scared her. I’m sorry, you have no idea. Inbred’s school was overrun by SS Brown shirts who stormed the building looking for Jews. They screamed at the children, threatened the teacher, beat down another teacher and nearly shot up a class of kids. All of this terror, danger, all of this hate for one nine year old boy. Inbred snapped to attention and so did the tanks, Allison and the Major were introduced, and after that she was taken by the Major, taken, brainwashed, and turned into a death-head. Eryka and Inbred didn’t agree with the transformation, but every now and then when they talked she acted like her old self. It resurrected their confidence in her humility. Time passed, training passed, and some love-making filled nights passed to quickly, and before they realized it they were a week away from being deployed to the front. This scared Eryka.
“Ralph, sugar.”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I’m sorry.” She grabbed him and enacted the change; she filled him up but felt he could bulk up some so she put more into his muscles. When she was done she caressed his body to help the muscles grow and cradled him close to her face, she used a nipple to feed him the nutrients he needed and to solidify that he grows. He instantly hated her for it, but later on he forgave her wholesomely. Allison liked the change; she said he looked a lot more intimidating.
“Eryka, baby, I love you so much.” He finally understood why Hansel did it, why he loved Marion. Love is love.
Fin Ch 34
I have a question: Do you all prefer me to post weekly in short chapters or spaced out posts with lots of info and consisting of a long read?
HaM Chapter 33
Well guys, here’s chapter 33. This is longer than the last ones and so this has more plot line. I sent a copy to my friend to proofread and he instantly asked “should I watch out for any porn?” Sadly there is none and I told him this so he started off with his own. “She fucked him in his tailpipe.” So there you go. There’s porn from my friend.
Ch 33
“She’s pretty new, uh she’s..,” Inbred hesitated, he wasn’t really sure where to start. There was so much he wanted to brag about regarding her but he couldn’t figure out where.
“Anything you’d like to know?” Eryka spoke confidently, filling in for his speechlessness.
“Yeah!” Banker started. “What the hell did you do to our tiny Inbred!?” Hansel didn’t notice but he was bigger, as Banker stood next to him Hansel saw that Inbred was taller by a few inches, not much, but was thicker in his arms and probably the rest of his body. From Banker’s perspective he clearly saw Inbred has swollen up, he had larger muscles everywhere. Not only that but his once light blue veins were now a gray color, there was some gray at the start of his fingernails and at the base of his hair, along the corners of his eyes the veins were metallic and as he smiled there was metallic tinge to his teeth, like he has some cavities filled with silver.
“Well..,” she started.
“We kinda..,” Banker wasn’t amused. He wanted to know what she did to his friend. “You’ll understand in time.” Marion asked a not so touching question, and from there they learned she was bigger than E, not bigger than E and Jäger combined, she had similar suspension to E, a fifteen centimeter gun, and thicker armor than E all-round, she had a much stronger engine but was still pretty slow because of the weight needed to be moved. That’s when the serious question came up again. Eryka kinda held it within herself but then blurted out.
“I don’t want him to get hurt.” Marion looked intrigued. “I love him! I do! I don’t want him to leave me; if I’m breached I don’t want him to be shot.” It was an awkward silence before Inbred broke the silent snap.
“Really she wasn’t too happy how thin I was.”
“That’s not true.”
“Then why’d you overfill me?”
“To be sure no gun would hurt you! You were too thin!”
“You said it! I was too small!” They continued this jesting bickering playfully. While this happened Cindy woke up, she rubbed her eyes and looked around. Everybody was in their usual groups and nobody was moving, they were there. She happily threw off the tow cables and went to make laps around Marion when she came around her side and saw Eryka. She instantly stopped in fear and pushed herself back and behind Marion, shuddering against her.
“What’s wrong, Cindy?” She went and held Cindy, trying to comfort her. “The big tank scare you?” Cindy nodded. “Don’t be afraid, I won’t let her hurt you. Go ahead, say hi.” She moved Cindy to her side and inched her forward. Cindy caught Eryka’s eye, she had never seen a Sherman in person before.
“H-H-H-Hi” she stammered.” Marion turner her turret and whispered to her. “M-M-My name is C-C-Cindy.” Eryka smiled to her.
“Hello Cindy, my name is Eryka.” While Cindy warmed up to Eryka Whacker went inside Marion and plucked Hansel and Meats inside and rapped on Marion’s wall to get her attention.
“We need to tell Cindy about Allison and the Major.”
“What do we tell her?” Meats went on. “Tell her that she’s a prisoner and a pet?” Hansel shook his head no. “Well then how are we going to keep this all under wraps?” Marion piped up.
“I’ll tell her everything, don’t worry about it.” She suppressed anything else. Once Eryka had befriended Cindy Marion pulled her in front of her and told her. “Cindy there’s another new person here as well, he’s the new Major and his tank, Allison, and they are bad people.”
“How?”
“They would want to kill you, to hurt you; they want nothing but bad things to happen to you.”
“D-D-Do they know I’m here?!” She visibly trembled, Eryka closed in to help comfort her.
“Yes, but wait! We made a story for you.”
“Why?”
“So they won’t hurt you. We said you’re a pet-like Franz the cat, you like him-and that we’re keeping you. But you are not a pet, you are a beautiful little girl, but whenever they are around you need to do exactly as we say and not talk back, okay?” Cindy was still shivering with fear; her eyes darted around looking for people she didn’t recognize.
“Where are they now?” Marion, Eryka, Inbred, Meats, Whacker, Banker, and Hansel all looked for the two.
“They’re over there.” Eryka pointed to them, Cindy memorized what they looked like for her own safety.
“How’d you come up with that lie?” She asked very interested. Marion was mind blank.
“Banker came up with it.” Cindy turned around her turret.
“That’s cool! Could you show me how to lie?!”
“It’s an art that’s hard to teach.”
Irish walked the decks of his old friend, Prinz Eugen. They were on their way home after bombarding the Russians in support of Germans pulling out of the area, E and him used that time to practice long range fire, after a few misses, butting heads, and E finally letting Irish work his magic, they were nailing Russians like nothing before. While Eugen wasn’t too thrilled about getting that close to the shore she did enjoy pummeling infantry with AA guns and bombarding probable artillery positions, which were being used by Russians as it turned out to be. Irish had feelings for E, and he felt like she might of had some for him but she was, different, day to day. One day she’s nice, sweet, motivated and talkative, others she’s silent, hard, downright evil and caring only about her needs, like her doses of Russian tears and blood. She was still on the stern section where they put her, and as Irish walked aft he felt his heart beating in his throat, seemingly choking him, and he had to get some air in so he stopped by the most rear turret to catch his breath. He had told Eugen his intentions to her depression, but she still supported him anyway. Unknown to him Eugen was trying to be his wingman, and was trying to warm E up to the idea of loving a human. It wasn’t working. Irish was against the turret out of E’s sight and could hear the two talking. He listened with dread, remorse, and anguish as E declined anything, she said it was disgusting, unnatural to love another species, it was degrading that such people would do such a thing, how vile, wretched, dishonorable, and overall something that she nor any other machine and person shouldn’t stoop so down too. It completely crushed Irish, even after Eugen tried saying he had feelings for E, E simply brushed it off as ‘his fault’ and that was enough to completely crush Irish. He broke down, storming to his quarters where he slept it away. He wasn’t heard from until a few hours from docking. He didn’t appear different to E, but he was somewhat more reserved to himself. E wasn’t anything different.
“You’ve changed.”
“Sure.”
They said on the train ride to the rally point. They had specific instructions to remain elusive to the Allies, not to be found but rather to hunt from afar. That upset E a lot, and it soothed Irish’s worries of brawling. Irish received word that the Major was a SS officer; he and Edwards had worked with the SS before, usually saving their asses, but wasn’t thrilled about it. E was excited.
“Finally someone who will demand something!” They weren’t expecting what they’d find waiting for them, however.
Fin Ch 33
Ham Ch 32
Hey again! Well you’re about to read what a sick day brings out! Just wrote this today and I’m already working on the next chapter.
Enjoy!
Chapter 32
The convoy finally came across a guard standing night watch on a foggy and cold morning; he checked each ID of the command and sent them along accordingly, sending the convoy’s motorbike ahead to message their arrival. This whole planning and coordination was done by German SS messengers by foot, bike, car, and train to ensure complete and total secrecy. The Allies weren’t to know what was bound to happen, not until it was too late. Marion was towing Cindy again, and in the murky and dark moonlight she saw the outline of a Panther and something else, something huge, something massive, something bigger than Jäger, even, and maybe Jäger and E combined. The Panther came forward into the headlights, in bright white paint there was the death skull and the dual lightning strikes; the icon of the SS. The commander’s hatch opened and the torso of a man that looked to be an old hare came out with major ranks and he, too, had the death skull. Their new major was an SS officer.
“What model are you?” Mini asked, he was glossing over the Panther’s road wheels and noticed they were not like any he’s seen before; more like E’s arrangement.
“Panther II,” she snapped. She was aggressive, “thicker armor, better mobility, better suspension, and,” she looked at Geoff, “an eighty-eight.” She wasn’t lying, her gun was thicker than Mini’s and it was credible; Panther G models had been equipped with eighty-eights. From the way she looked ascetically and the way she held herself, she was a stuck up and all that SS panzer.
“Fall in!” The first words out of the Major’s mouth. Everybody moved into their positions, Meats was muttering ‘hide her, hide her’ to Marion and she tried. Marion picked up Cindy as she pivoted into position. Even though Marion’s size engulfed a full size Sherman, Marion felt that one of them caught a glimpse of Cindy, and for the first time Marion felt daunting fear, more powerful than the P-47 rocket attack and her first day on the battlefield combined into one horrid feeling. What Marion felt then in formation in front of this hate monger. What made matters worse is her Hansel is the company Captain, so his post was at the front of the company; closest to the Major and his death-head Panther. “I am Major Idek, this is Allison, and you will respect her as you would I. I am here to utilize you in the name of the Third Reich and to execute the will of the Führur himself! You fight for the Führur, you conquer for the Führur, you die for the Führur. Our mission for the Führur will be using the division between the British and the Americans against them; we will break through their worthless lines and break out all the way to their fuel depots along the shore! They will lose all of their fuel and we will have it all! From there we will push them off of the continent and we will be victorious!”
He ended his speech with the SS ‘heil Hitler’ and so no one offended him the others sounded off. The gang of the living machines were quite virgin to the propaganda, only the eldest bunch actually understood the cause of the war, who the leaders were, and why they were fighting. Otherwise the vast majority were clueless and only doing what they were told like loyal drone soldiers. Hansel and most of the others didn’t like this and subtly tried to teach their tanks and AFVs the history behind the war and their creation. Marion had mixed views about it, like Hansel and her crew, but if the Major has done the same to his tank, Allison, then there is no doubt she is as hardcore Nazi as he is. This passed through Marion’s mind just as she saw Allison glance away from her and whisper something to the Major. Marion felt very hot between the gears and bearings; Hansel felt her severe discomfort but couldn’t comfort her for he felt very worried as well. Marion wasn’t doing so good, she started shuddering when the Major or Allison glanced at her, soon she felt something along the lines of hot raindrops roll down her body, her breathing became more excited and energetic, her mind raced about what she’d do if they were confronted, her engine started to turn and run without fuel, her hand slid along her ammo rack, picking out shells to use in defense, the corners of her eyes scanned for weak points and where to group shots. She knew they wouldn’t take too kindly if at all to Cindy giving that the Major is giving another speech about how the allies are no more than the Russian dog, commemorating Kramia for being the smart Russian and going against her ‘subhuman oppressors’ and all the sorts. Soon after he ended his speech with his most intense ‘heil Hitler’ ever, like he’s motivated himself to join the SS and kill all the subhuman swine himself. It looked like he brought tears to his own eyes. After this they went through the usual proceedings, report in, and the follow up, change of command from Major to the Colonel, then dismissal. After everyone started moving Marion was trying to sneak away while hiding Cindy, still asleep.
“Captain Hansel!” Allison shouted. Marion froze, if she had a defined heart it would probably have a heart attack. She turned her turret to face her. “Sit at attention! And don’t try to hide that Sherman!” Marion went instinctive, she raced for a shell but Meats knew what was better for her in the end and blocked the breach. Marion slowly inched to align her turret with her hull while facing the Major and Allison.
“Y-Yes sir?” He tried hiding his chattering jaw.
“What. Is. That?” The Major pointed to Cindy.
“A pet, sir.” Banker snapped before a thought even graced Hansel’s mind.
“A pet?”
“Yes, sir. We thought that there’d be a need to show how weak and pathetic the American armor was to the children of the Third Reich.” The Major looked to the others, they were nodding in agreement.
“Alright, but don’t let your bitch shit on my soil.” With that he commanded Allison to meet with the tanks with no crews like Mini, Kramia, and Rosa.
Then something massive moved. Marion had completely forgotten about the massive figure she saw earlier trying to cover Cindy. Out of the early mist the massive object moved, the rising sun broke through the trees and shone against the mobile building.
“You mother fucking son of a bitch!” Banker yelled as he threw his gloves down. As he climbed out of the tank the others saw what he did; Inbred standing against a flat and sloped faceplate with two large hazel eyes peering friendly over them. Hansel glanced from Inbred’s smiling face to his hand, the new tank had a tendril coiling up his leg and a hand snugly placed in his.
“Hey guys, um, well.., this is Eryka.”
Fin Chapter 32
Hansel and Marion Ch. 30
Here’s the 30th insert of HaM. I’m probably going to just be doing HaM from now to a later chapter, just to get things rolling again. Every now and then I might post a story I’ve cooked up but needs thawing. Anyway, Enjoy!
Chapter 30
Marion was holding Hansel up to her side as they were refueling her, a little thing about the size of her turret came up to her side.
“Good morning Hetz.” The Hetzer nodded.
“Have any of you seen Aston? I haven’t seen him since sundown yesterday.” Hansel and Marion thought.
“I think I saw him going down to the town. I’m not too sure; it might have been someone else.” Hansel said. Marion squeezed him a little.
“Okay, thanks. What street?”
“Can’t remember.”
“Do you know, Marion?”
“No I don’t.” The little Hetzer looked disappointed. Her green eyes were in the vision slots on her hull face. Her mouth sat about the gun’s level when it was parallel to the ground. She turned her little chassis around and went to go ask other people. “Hansel we weren’t supposed to say anything!”
“I tried! It’s instinctive, Marion.”
“We weren’t supposed to know anything, he trusted us with this.”
“I know but how hard is it to find condoms?”
“What if that’s not her gift to him?”
“It was your gift to me, and you said yourself you didn’t have much to give.”
“I’m not that creative. I could have made something if I had an idea. Maybe she’s creative.” Hansel looked her in the eye.
“He was too excited for it not to be sex.” Marion rolled her eyes. “Cindy’s coming back.” Marion looked where Hansel was, Frau was escorting her to Marion while checking to make sure Cindy’s new barrel splint was holding well.
“Mom look!” Marion froze and thought again. What? Did she.., call me mom? “Marion look! I got a new spint!”
“Splint, Cindy, it’s a splint.” Frau corrected her. Marion looked at it; it was Cindy’s shade of green and looked like a picket fence was wrapped around her little gun. Underneath was the shiny silver metal growing back into place to reattach her gun.
“I can feel my gun again!” She rolled up to Marion’s side.
“You can? So you can feel this?” She used a finger to circle Cindy’s gun muzzle. Cindy giggled then laughed.
“Stop! That tickles!” Hansel smiled at her. Marion found out that her gun muzzle was ticklish when they tried putting bushes all over her as an ambush camouflage. Marion stopped and complimented her new gun splint. Cindy then went over to a pile of snow and toyed with it, she’s been toying with it ever since it started to snow. Hansel and Marion went over to the bunks and fetched Whacker, Banker, and Meats before they went off for training that day. Hetz also went, even without a commander. The Colonel said it’d be good for her to practice being more aware of her surroundings.
Cindy looked at the snow pile; she sculpted the front round and beveled the top of the other sides. She left two rumps on the frond and put a stick below the right rump. She went off towards the hill she would collect her snow from and got a hefty sized ball and placed it in the middle of the set snow pile. She was getting a thick stick from a tree near the road to the city when she spotted a lone figure walking down the road towards her, it was pulling a small sled with things on the back.
“Hey! You!”
“Hey there, Cindy!” The figure jogged over and ducked behind her. “Did they go train?”
“Yes. I kept my promise!”
“You did?”
“Yeah, I did. I didn’t tell anyone!”
“That’s great.”
“What did you get?”
“I got some wrappers, some sweets, a cake, some blankets, beer and a coin.”
“Whadya get for me?” She asked childishly. The man turned to the sled and lifted the cover, rustled through a box and pulled out a chocolate bar.
“I got you this!” He handed it to her. “You’ve never had anything like German chocolate, nothing comes close!”
“Thanks, Aston!”
“You earned it, it cost me six bucks for that.” Aston started to the barracks when Cindy stopped him.
“Were there any big sticks on the road?” Aston turned around and rustled through the stuff again.
“No, but I have these you can use.” He handed her four long poles that went to a winter shelter. “What are they for?”
“You’ll see later.” Aston went back to the barracks and set up for the others to return. When they did they were anxious to see if Aston was back. Hetz was the first back; she was caught off-guard as Aston jumped up onto her stern slope and surprised her. “I’m back.”
“Holy-!” She instinctively threw him off but half-heartedly. She realized who he was and grabbed him before her push could throw him over Faust (who was behind her) and land on Canine. Aston just had a jolt back and was held over the ground. “Aston you scared the shit out of me!”
“I saw.” She pulled him to her roof and hugged him.
“Happy birthday, baby! Did I hurt you?”
“No, my chest hurts like a bitch actually. Otherwise I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” She massaged his chest. The hatches opened and the sweaty crew emerged. They looked towards the barracks and beheld the kegs of beer that appeared there. Whacker had Marion’s hatch open and they were downwind.
“Guys.., do you smell it too?” Sniffing noises came from Marion’s mantle.
“Yeah, what is that?”
“That’s German beer, brewed to perfection in a German highland brewery and fermented to perfection!”
“Marion meet Whackaholic, the other form of Whacker.” Meats said as he leaned against the inside of Marion’s turret. Hansel had a damp rag to his forehead, in one of the maneuvers Marion hit the brakes and stopped hard while Hansel was in the cupola. Hansel did not stop.
“Yay, Whackaholic.” Was all Hansel said. Soon a small celebration began. They weren’t just celebrating Aston’s birthday, they were also celebrating the Major’s promotion but above all they were celebrating their orders: move to the front and support an offensive. Meats was still in Marion’s turret with his cover low over his eyes.
“Meats, you going to join us?”
“Nah, I’m not a big party guy. Tell the Major he has my congrats. She closed his hatch to muffle the sound and let him sleep. Everyone was distributed one mug of beer, but Whackaholic would smoothly switch mugs with whoever was nearby. Ten minutes in and he had switched four mugs and was looking for a fifth to switch with. Hansel handed his mug to Marion, who gave hers to Whackaholic.
“Give it a try, babe.” She smiled and took a sip.
“Strong, better than the last one.”
“See? I told you that old beer was shit.” He took a gulp from his mug then kissed Marion.
“You’ve got beer breath, already.”
“Yeah, that happens quickly.” Everybody started to gather around Aston and Hetz, Hetz had something to give Aston. “Let’s see what it is, shall we?” He climbed onto her roof and watched. Hetz opened a tool box on the side of her hull and removed an elegantly crafted wooden chest about six inches long by three inches wide by three inches tall.
“Here, Aston. I made this for you.” She handed him the box. It was all wood construction with lubed wood hinges, it was beach wood with dark oil-soaked edges. It had a flower embroiled pattern with elegant vines on the corners and his name embroiled across the front in beautiful German cursive. It looked like something straight out of Elizabethan society. “Sorry it’s all flowers, it’s all I had to go off of for the time.”
“No, no, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” They kissed in front of the others. The others cheered and laughed, making the pair blush. “You made this?”
“I did.”
“It’s amazing, how’d you make it?” She used one of her fingers on her hand, using the inside corner of her finger she blunted the edge of the wood toolbox on her side.
“Like that, only more gentle.”
“I love it, Hetz, this is the best thing I’ve ever had.” Marion looked to Hansel.
“I told you it wasn’t sex.” Hansel chuckled.
“Just wait; we’ll see how he is in the morning.” Later that night, after the celebration ended and the drunk were thrown in bed, Hetz had Aston alone.
“Hey Aston do you really like the box, now that we’re alone?” He studied the exterior.
“Eh, it could use a bit more color but I’m happy with what it is.”
“Great. There is some more to it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, push on the back edge of the bottom panel.” He did as she told him, he heard a pop from inside and he opened it to check, his scared expression turned to that of amusement.
“You put in a false bottom; damn you’re good at this.”
“That’s not all I put in.” She kept glancing into the box until Aston did too, he moved the false bottom and pulled out a single condom package. “That box is only half of your night.” He looked at her amazed. “So, what do you think birthday boy?”
“How in hell did you get a condom?”
“You let me worry about that!” She pulled him into a huge and dark hedge grove and turned on a dim flashlight. They were kissing then; she undid his belt with novice skill and worked the buttons from his shirt. She reached into his underwear and grabbed her dinner and tenderized it until it was nice and strong, he yanked his clothes off and threw the clothes near the covered entrance, and she pulled him up onto her glacis plate and grabbed his rock hard dick. “Give it to me Aston!” He slid into her lips as she licked them; her mouth structure put his cock straight down in a tight mouth. Her teeth retracted so it was just her lips, tongue, and throat. Aston was never in a better place.
Her mouth was a tad bigger than a human mouth simply because of her tiny size and confined interior, so it was as good a blow job as any prostitute could give. Her throat gripped his head and her mouth held his shaft, his base was circled by her lips and his cock belly was locked into submission by her tongue. Aston was limp on her front, she held him there with his burly chest in her face. She had her eyes closed, letting the flavor and feeling engulf her in exotic memory. She was swallowing her saliva to coax Aston’s senses into spewing his seed, and every time she swallowed he moaned loud and true. He pulled out a little bit and thrusted in repeatedly, humping her fast. His cock felt too good, he quickly felt his cum arising. He moaned and groaned louder and faster, Hetz knew what was coming. He suddenly pulled out and came on her faceplate. She felt his glops of hot cum fall onto her face just below her viewport and noticed that the drops were drawing closer to her mouth. She smiled as a glop fell upon her extended teeth; her tongue licked his semen off her teeth.
Aston groaned, he was suddenly cold again. He looked into Hetz’s eyes as she probed the semen already freezing to her warm body. In her eyes he saw her lust; she wasn’t finished with his gift yet. Hetz felt the cold air dry his sperm onto her hull, she remembered that all he had on was his socks; not snow gear. She knew what to do instantly. She wrapped around his waist and moved him to her side; she then pushed against the ground on that side and propelled herself onto her opposing side. That’s when she held herself perpendicular to the ground and put Aston’s feet on her road wheels, his cock right in front of her heat-bleeding pussy. Without words Aston knew she was ready, he pushed his head against her vulva and broke the seal. A strong feeling of warmth emanated from her and warmed his core fast. He pressed his hips against her belly and let her body heat mingle with his until they were the same, then he braved the journey out of the warm comfort and retreated into the cold before returning to her comfort again and again.
“Harder, Aston, harder!” Suddenly she slammed her cervix against his head and felt all of his skin on the wall of the cervix, too much. “Wait!”
“Why?” She plucked him out and tried to roll the condom onto his wet cock. “Let me help you, baby.” He grabbed her hand and guided her through the motions.
“Alright baby,” she shoved one of her injector tendrils into her vagina to open the cervix, “prepare for the best gift you’ve ever had!” He pushed his way in, both were moaning and groaning and grunting as he penetrated deep into her very tight, hot, and wet cervix. Her engine turned over with every hump he did, rocking her chassis with his motions. Eventually he gained pace as her pussy slackened on grip and adjusted to his presence. Aston put great power behind his thrusts to really rock his girl, and she felt it. Every thrust would make her arms bend a little before they righted themselves straight again. The whole feeling they got out of it was immense, both were mind numb, and they could feel everything about the other. Aston wanted this night to never end, so did Hetz, they slipped away from reality and into heaven where they were the only ones there. They lost themselves so much that Aston forgot that that building of the awesome feeling was his orgasm approaching, he came without knowing it. Hetz felt his convulsions but knew he had a condom, she also knew that her orgasm was building and encouraged Aston to keep going. When Aston heard her say that she was close to cumming he jolted out to make sure the condom didn’t tear, it didn’t but still grossed him out. He pulled off the condom and wiped off his cock before Hetz’s pleads got to him. He slid back in and out, taking in all he could before her tightening pussy suddenly gave and she came. He pulled out and was instantly hit by the cold. “Why does it have to end so early, baby?”
“It doesn’t have too,” he leaned against her and kissed her belly, “I’ve some more in my back pocket.” She snaked into his discarded pants and pulled out three condom packets.
“How in hell did you get these?”
“You let me worry about that!” Before the night was old they had burned through the condoms and Hetz was righting herself. As her treads slammed against the snow again she collected his clothes and helped Aston into her hull. She laid her belly in the snow and used a blanket to tuck in Aston lying on her floor. It was as hot as ever inside her, a tiny and cramped space where four men in heavy clothes worked the day. He loved this tiny space, he loved this ‘tiny’ woman, and he loved this tiny world- unsure of how much longer he or anyone he knows will inhabit it.
Fin Chapter 30