Erotica Anthology #5

Battleship

#21

Battleship

A battleship full of genetically engineered funatari and cunts for military disposal (gangbang, funatari/herm).

The Battle of Jutland, or often referred to as The Battle of Skargerak, is a head-on all out war between the German and the British. The assaults happen on water, with each sides carrying an armada in an intend of facing each other to the death. What the enemy ships will not expect is for the Germans to have third of their ships in a higher percentage of technology ladder than the overall weight, causing intervention to occur.

The nation is so technologically equipped that each ship is completely attached by a special kind of designed space, filled with genetically engineered s*x slaves. The purpose of their presence is to serve as a relief for the officers and crews, in hope that they will be able to win the battle after partaking in the carnal pleasure with these slaves, or use them in any way that they see fit.

The s*x slaves are mostly consist of herms, which will make it easier to be used to satisfy anyone’s s****l preferences. All the girls have both male and female organs, with their c***s hanging just above their p*****s. Meanwhile, the other twenty percent is consist of renamons and other hybrids females, created meant for some who have wilder, more explicit taste.

They are also programmed to detest clothings and any other ideas of covering. Their bodies and minds are set to always be on the edge, so eager for a c**k inside them, or their c***s inside a soft mount, that their cunts are practically dripping wet this whole time, staining the floor of the room they are contained in.

Even as they are being kept locked inside, these females are so excited, they long for the moment they are being touched and used as these men and women pleased. These special breeds are merely tools, but they can only love what they are made to do.

During the battle, the control crews decide to take some of these s*x slaves out. The battle is prolonged longer than they first expected, and they are starting to grow bored and tired of waiting. These enemy ships are just too stubborn to sink! Maybe a few adjustments are in order.

The war general has the first turn to choose. He picks three at one go — a herm, a renamon, and a hybrid, an expected choices from someone with a standing such as him — while his control underlings can take one each. Two, if they prefer. They have to distribute the number evenly. They still have plenty more to go for the rest of the ship crew, but they have to divide the number fairly.

The general makes the three bitches suck on his c**k, to the point when it stands up in the air ever so proudly. He has made them takes his soft c**k out of his pants, before they eagerly run their tongues all over him. The slaves are not afraid to touch each other, much less him. Soon, it is not long before he finds himself ready for the taking.

He plunges his rock hard c**k into the waiting womb of a renamon. A tigress hybrid — his first impression on her because of her t**s, which are as huge as a cow’s — is trailing her wet tongues along his toned stomach, before he yanks her up and wraps his big hands around her gigantic jugs. The n****e rings that are attached to her bounce from the touch, and the tigress rubs her knees together in response. Soft moans start to escape from her lips, building up audible erotic sounds. All in the meantime, the herm is trailing her tongue alongside the outer ring of his butt hole, readying him for what is to come.

A leader is bound to serve and be served, so it is a no wonder if he also prefers the same thing sexually. They f**k while they are still in the control room, not moving even for an inch from their posts. He also watches as his crew, both men and women, being sexually pleasured by the s*x slaves. He is content to see their pleased facial expressions, so he turns his attention back to the three cunts on him, halfway still paying attention to the erupting war ahead.

The general is generous enough to release the s*x slaves to the rest of the crews, having the females of their choice sucking off their c***s and cunts while the crews try to shoot on enemy ships. A right — or wrong, depends on whose case one sees — kind of flick their the slaves’ tongues can cause the officers and crews something dearly. Sometimes they might miss the shot, other time they get a lucky shot. At several points the orals can encourage them to shoot better, while in other cases the crews are having hard times concentrating on their tasks.

Back to the control room, the general is now burying himself all the way to the hilt from behind the renamon, pumping his c**k in and out of her tight, furry p***y. He sucks on the nape of her neck for effect. He knows that he does not have to please her since she is the slave, but he just feels the compel to do it, out of his own enjoyment.

The renamon moves her hips every single time he pounds into her, meeting him in midway. She whimpers all sorts of sweet sounds when the head of his c**k hits something sensitive inside her sweet, addictive, tight core, causing the man to lick his lips in return. He pounds into her so hard, she has to support herself by crawling on all four, stretching her body to the further limit while being shaken from the pummeling force from her hot p***y.

The general then turns his attention to the tigress. While his lower half is still busy pumping the renamon in heat beneath him, his hands go back to reaching out to her huge breasts. Amongst all three, hers are the biggest sets he has. He likes to tease her, rubbing his index fingers and thumbs together to pinch her n*****s, all the way occasionally brushing and pulling at her n****e rings in order to taunt her even further.

The tigress lets out soft purrs that can be expected for half an animal such as her. Her breathing becomes rage, and so does his. The more hot and bothered the tigress becomes from under his touch, the harder his c**k becomes, and the rougher he hammers into the renamon’s tight p***y.

It seems like the more the pounds, the more he stretches and tighten the sweet canal. Though he thinks that he is far from over, as he has plenty of self control and stamina.

He cups the tigress’ breasts in his palms, but even those big hands of his are not big enough to cover most of them. The giggling meat pours from his hands, getting even more delectable and bunchy as he tantalizes them even further.

He will grab them roughly, play them in his hands as he pleases, touching every single arch, folds, and corners, before repeating the whole process again. He can see that her cunt is getting wet, but then again, so does all of these slaves. So instead, to make it even more exciting to watch, he orders her to stop dripping her juices. If she complies, she will get rewarded. If she fails, she will get punished.

The tigress can not do anything but comply. She is way too eager to please, and she will do anything to have him on her. Though he has to admit, it is getting difficult to see her when her labia is already soaking wet. So instead he orders her to clean herself up with her mouth, before they can start.

The tiger creature can only comply, taking a step back to allow some space, before bending her body down in such a fluent yet unnatural angle — one that can only be complied with the body of her animal origin — twisting her back in such a way that she can place her mouth just over her own p***y. The general curses at the sight, twice the time turned out — which he does not know even possible.

But— f**k! Watching her tongue sweeping over her own labia is driving him crazy. How can she does that while her humongous t**s are on the way? She pressed them together with her body, of course, causing more tension on those bosoms. She trails her pink tongue across her opening, sucking, nibbling and eating herself out so easily, purposefully dragging out her movements in order to make a show for him, all at the same time while making sure that she posses at the right angle so that he can see her v****a opening clearly.

While the three are busy, he can not really forget about the herm that has been touching and pleasing him from behind. The female slave has been preparing him this whole time, her tongue swirling inside his asshole every so instinctively natural. She works like she is born to eat out someone’s ass, and the man can not help but whither from the repeated treatment.

He is so overwhelmed and growing used to her smooth wet tongue being in there that he barely almost registers it when she slips a finger inside him. At first he feels a little bit stretched, but then he starts growing accustomed to her size inside him. She continues forward, slipping the thin finger in and out of his rock hard ass, all the while making her so excited that her c**k is arching so painfully high, pre-c*m starts to drip from it.

“Sir, some of the enemy ships are heading towards us from the distance,” his commander informs, his tone hitching slightly from the young girl sucking on his c**k from where he sits.

“Commence the torpedo,” the general orders through gritted teeth, almost choking when the herm inserts a second finger. His asshole starts to sting, but she is preparing him. The herm is touching her own c**k, gathering the pre-c*m in her fingers, before using them to coat his insides.

The action causes him to push forward, in the process slamming himself so deep into the renamon’s p***y, he hits her womb and she starts convulsing. She is so close, he can feel her tender muscles shaking around him. In turn, he can feel himself growing closer as well, though probably not as uncontrollable as the furry female.

The tigress has lick herself dry at this point. She is about to return to her standing position, when the general orders her to expose herself further. He wants to see what any other kind of stretching poses she can make, feeling curious as he is sexually aroused, despite all the cunts he is surrounded by. She complies, smiling as she turns around, bends her ass up until he can see her p***y so clearly, her black stripes going against the white fur growing around her delicate labia.

The general just has to lick his lips while his c**k twitches, bouncing and sticking inside the renamon’s p***y as he is too distracted to pound. When he does not move, the renamon carries herself out, pushing his rigid hot root in and out through her v****a, though her speed might not be as fast as his due to her arching position.

The tigress changes into another position, turning forward and wrapping her legs around her neck, allowing her entire p***y to be exposed. She runs a finger over her labia, just to please him, while at the same time finding her body shaking from her all the self-control she has to muster if she wants to make him even happier.

The general loses all control at that, grabbing her and pulling her p***y towards his mouth. The tigress yelps, trying hard to maintain her balance, and almost melt on the spot when his mouth eats her out, his tongue pushing through her ring muscles, sucking, licking and tasting all of her. She lets out a more intense purring sound, all the while a torpedo is being launched. The explosion causes the ocean waves to ripple hugely, yet none of the crews seems to take notice of the change, too preoccupied by the nymphs who are pleasuring them.

The blast from the torpedo does not only hit the incoming enemy ships and blows it to huge chunks of pieces, but the exploded pieces also flies off the every kind of directions, causing some of them to land on top of the enemy’s other ships behind and around them. This is the start of a chain reaction, blowing each of the ships down. That, combined with the officers continuous shooting, resulted in a chain of explosions from one way to the other. Soon enough, most of their ships are gone, having sunk down and unmovable, leaving behind a handful of working arks only.

The British are baffled by what has just transpired, and they start to seriously contemplate whether or not they should proceed with the battle, or just retrieve to save their men, but having to tuck their tails in between their legs in the process of doing so. Pride or justice?

While they try to decide what to do next, the German’s crews are getting busier with the s*x slaves, f*****g them hard against every surface they can find, looking for that sweet release. They have been teased for quite some time now, and they can not wait any longer to get distracted. They do not care even when they are using these females roughly, they are engineered to withstand this kind of pressure, after all. Plus, these s*x slaves appears to be too happy to be used in every way possible, making it even more fun to exploit them.

Some of the lower deck crews are f*****g the s*x slaves deep, pushing the females up against the steaming mechanical pipes. The heat does not seem to affect them at all whatsoever though. Their cunts and mouths are getting fulfilled with semen. The men used them roughly, pulling and stretching every holes and skins as possible. Some are f*****g them by the throat, some prefer to press the females’ t**s against the crews’ c***s, while some are f*****g the herms both ways, filling each other up at the same time. Most of the c*m are not wasted, being spent on top of the females, only have them lick to clean themselves while the men watch intensely.

Back to control room, the herm is now f*****g the general in the ass, at the same time while the well-spend renamon is still being rammed from her soaking wet p***y. It makes the slapping of his c**k moves easily, but it is not long before he turns to her asshole and starts entering her through there also. While his bottom half are preoccupied, his mouth is now sucking on the tigress’ tit, nibbling and sucking hard. The stripped female whither and moans from all the attention that he is giving to her, but so does the other two who received his touch. Her t**s swell up so much from all that teasing, especially with the way his hands like to tingle the sensitive skin on her chest, to the point that her breasts are starting to leak out.

The general drinks from her greedily.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew captains are enjoying their fair share of cunts and c***s. Some of the female crews are using the herms to slam their tight cunts hard and sucking their exposed t**s, all the while still taking great attention to the control machines that is laid out in front of them. Of course, it can feel rather hard to get f**k hard and having their breasts sucked and teased, but it sure does provide the right encouragement for these female crews to do better at their job. If they lose the war, they will not be able to enjoy these great tools anymore. And they can not risk that from happening now, can they?

The British armies have decided to retrieve and save as many of their crews as possible. This allows the Germans a clean victory, with no casualties whatsoever. They celebrate their winning with — of course — debauchery, finally being able to turn their attentions fully to the penetrations.

Hands grab pairs of renamon’s fur coated t**s, folding, smashing and choking the perfectly formed breasts with the intensity that they have been suppressing after keeping their hands on the controls, wheels and weapons this whole time. They are not holding themselves back any longer, using great strength to sedate their building up hunger for the ultimate pleasure. In return, the renamons only let out soft mewling sounds as their own versions of moaning. They do not mind being taken so roughly.

Heck, their juices are practically dripping from being manhandled like this. The more the crews put their strength into touching and folding them, the more these fox hybrids reacts pleasantly. This encourage the crews to even take their pressure into a much higher level, causing most of the renamoms to c*m just from having their breasts being played. Their fingers twist and pinch on the furry n*****s, while the palms grab their pair tightly, causing the skin to grown tender and red with pent up bliss.

The tigresses are some plenty of handfulness as well, using their big striped jugs to tittyfuck the men’s huge d***s, their hot, waiting cunt for deep and throughout penetrations, and their twitching tails to tease on the ship crews they are teasing. A handful of the officers choose the tigresses because they enjoy a little bit of their wildness and boldness. They tigresses like to trail their tails to the officers bodies. It does not matter if they are men or women, they are just too lost in their own lust to care about anything else.

The tigresses sometimes like to tease the men’s balls or ass while these females are being f****d hard in the p***y. Their soft purrs of moans are echoing throughout the whole armada, it raised questioning eyebrows from across the ocean line. Meanwhile, some of the tigresses are daring enough to play their mistresses’ t**s with their tails, wrapping their breasts with the twitching tails, before sliding the tips in between the breasts, replicating some tittyfuck motions.

The sight was so hot, the female officers practically c*m, leaking their tasy juices from in between their legs. The tigresses gratefully lick them off, using their well-programmed tongues to swirl into the female officers’ lower lips, while their tails are still riding out more c*m and pleasure from their mistresses’ body.

The herms are f*****g everyone, either by having their cunts f****d, or f*****g other cunts. The herms use their long, thick c***s to pounder into the other female crews, filling them up from p***y, butt to mouth, at the same time touching their mistresses t**s and p***y. The male crews use the herms in both ways. Sometimes they straight up filling these slaves’ cunts with their eager c**k. Other times, they are making the slaves f**k their masters. They are all so overwhelmed with deliriousness that they do not care how wrong it is. At first they thought that this is all just too good to be truth. Is it even fair to use these females? But taking one look on their faces and their bodies, they already know that these slaves want them as much as the crews want to f**k them to oblivion. Especially staring at the way their cunts are just soaking and dripping with c*m, staining the floor everywhere they walk on.

The whole ship soon turns into a nest of pleasure.

The journey back to their homeland is full of moaning and s*x. The crews are way too distracting with screwing and earning their multiple releases that it took them several days before getting their wits together and steer the whole armada back. By the time they arrive back to the military harbor, their c***s and cunts are still too attached to the slaves, it is practically difficult to detach them. They crews and officers have grown so used to getting their fill that it is not possible for them to stop, before soon wanting to use these s*x slaves again.

The female slaves were programmed to do their jobs way too good that it is impossible for their masters and mistresses to stop exploiting their bodies without having some drawbacks, becoming as addictive as drugs. But since the men has won the war for their country, the government decides to reward them with the s*x slaves they are attached to, allowing them to bring these females back with them. It is not like there will be some problems caused from this.

If they military needs more tools to sedate their libido, the scientists can just engineer and produce more of them. The s*x slaves are way too attached to their masters and mistresses as well, so it will be much easier for them to allow the crews and officers to take them home, rather than trying to separate them.

Most of the crews and officers pretty retire after that, spending most of their time f*****g the slaves to the bed, on the kitchen counter, in the garage, outside in their lawn, and pretty much everywhere their libido strikes. These slaves have become a convenient way to satisfy their lust. Plus, they are always too happy to help their masters and mistresses.

To those who do not quite, they even manage to bring their c*m buckets along with them to other battles, using the s*x slaves to replace another other trivial needs. With their companies along in the front lines, these officers are able to succeed better in winning the war.

Just like before, the s*x slaves will suck on their c***s or cunts as the officers shoot at the enemy. Every flick of their tongue, every sucking motion of their lips, and every inch their hot cavern take them is another encouragement to shoot better. As a result, the bullets hit their marks all the time, though sometimes it can be rather distracting to have the slaves wrapping their mouths around their c***s or cunts, especially when it comes down to maintaining balance.

Of course, it can be rather tedious and dangerous for the s*x slaves to be in the front line with their masters and mistresses. They try to make sure that the slaves are save from shooting range, but some situations just require them to be attach to their manhood or womanhood, and it can put the slaves in mortal danger. Luckily, even of the slaves died, the scientists have figured out a way to transfer their memory into a newly engineered bodies, making them eternal s*x slaves to the ones they serve.