When in Russia: Part IV- Rammstein

© 2015 DELTA X3

So, lately I’ve not been very diligent in my writing, netflix often getting the better of me. That being said, without further ado: WiR Pt IV.

I wanted to do a machine x machine section and for better or worse this serves that purpose.

-13 May 2022

Chase caught the bundle of cloths and began redressing himself, a number of things falling from his pockets, only serving to further irritate him. He was sick of getting tossed from agency to agency. FSB, SVR, CIA, DoS, NSA, who was next, he wondered.  He could feel Anya’s cannons brush against his arm as she dew close to him, she didn’t trust this new agent, there was something about him she didn’t like.

“Now, what does the Central Intelligence Agency want with me?” Chase skeptically questioned as he buttoned the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his tie. He was pissed, only seconds away from being pleasured by his Hind for a second time and then interrupted by yet another cocky federal agent.

“Not you Chase. The CIA needs the both of you for this.” Agent Mastin said, lighting up a cigarette, the flame from his lighter reflecting in his clichéd dark sunglasses. “The CIA cleared you two days after the Victory Day incident. You’re no threat to national security just an American in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the right place, it’s perspective I suppose. The State Department is slow and more cautious, that’s why you had the shadow.” He took a deep drag of the cigarette, the orange ember glowing in the dim hangar. If “every CIA agent in every movie ever made” was the impression he was going for, he nailed it.

“You and your bird here are in a unique position to do good for the American people. You are, however, not required to accept but, I can guarantee there are certain perks to working with the CIA and certain” he took a perfectly timed puff of the cigarette to add an ominous tone “drawbacks to refusing.”

To Chase it sounded like a threat as it was no doubt intended, “What kind of ‘perks’ are we talking about?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, but just know the CIA takes good care of its people”

“Alright” Anya chimed in “what is the mission?”

“You’ll be briefed later, don’t worry yourself about that now.”

Chase could feel Anya crouching down next to him, like a defensive predator. He reached over and put a hand on her side. It calmed her but he could still feel she was tense. How he could feel a helicopter as tense was beyond him but, he just could. “You know, right now you’re making a Hind uneasy, not a good thing to do.”

Mastin smirked “I like you kid, you’ve got balls, and you…” he leaned in taking a closer look at Anya “You got some sharp teeth.” He dropped the stump of the cigarette on the floor and ground it out under his shoe “The USS. Eisenhower will be in the Mediterranean Sea for the next two days. You’ll make your way there before they leave and fly in at night under the cover story of transporting a Hind back to the JRTC. And remember, the fact that you’re even working for the CIA is classified so just play your roll. Then just sit tight until you’re briefed on the mission. You’ll have to make your way out of Russia via Helsinki then south from there.” Mastin reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a packet of folded papers. “Here is your flight plan with approved airfields and a radio frequency to contact the Eisenhower once you get there. I take it you don’t have any crypto gear so we’ll have the comm geeks put some gear in at Ramstein” He handed over the papers.

Chase unfolded them and began reading them over, Anya looking over his shoulder. “Some of these flights are over nine hundred kilometers between fueling, I can make just over four hundred in ideal conditions.” Anya said, already beginning to doubt his plan.

Mastin nodded, “The agency procured some auxiliary fuel tanks. Just consider them a good faith gift.” He turned away and began walking out “See you on the ship.”

“I don’t like him.” Anya said as soon as he had exited.

“Don’t worry, he’s just a typical agency spook” Chase replied, fastening his belt and fixing his collar.

“What do you think he wants us to do? I would think your intelligence agency would not trust a Russian so easily.”

“Anya, I’m just as confused about this as you. Are you ok with doing this?”

She smiled, her tone changing, “It sounds exciting, doing a super-secret mission for your American CIA.”

Chase had to agree, the prospect did sound exciting, “Alright then, let’s go on a mission.”

Chase stooped down to retrieve the contents of his pockets, finally coming to Leonid’s business card. There was something he hadn’t noticed before, on the back of the card he there was a handwritten note but just as he was about to read the message he heard the squeak of well used breaks just outside the hangar door, followed by the even louder screaching of the hangar door being pulled open. Quickly he shoved the card in his pocket in case it was Mastin coming back.

Chase watched as an old, well used Ural truck backed into the hangar. The man who had opened the door did a half run over to the back of the truck and dropped the tailgate. A team of three more men in dirty gray coveralls jumped from the back of the truck and without saying anything began unloading large fuel pods.

One of the men retrieved a paper wrapped package from the passenger seat of the truck and ran over to chase, pushing the item onto his hands before hurrying back to the other men who had just finished lifting the last tank from the back of the truck.

Anya shifted uncomfortably as the men began fixing the fuel tanks to her wing hard points. It felt weird for some reason. She had usually known her ground crews or at least talked to them. These men bustled about silently connecting lines and fastening screws without a word, only the occasional quiet instruction from one to another. She had to admit, they were efficient. It was no time before they had all tanks fixed to her wings. As quickly as they had come, they loaded back into the truck and drove off. Anya looked to either side, dispatching a few tendrils to check their work.

“What do you have there?” She asked as she went over the hard point connections.

“I’m not sure” chase said feeling the soft, fair sized package in his hands. He couldn’t see any markings or writing on its surface. “Let’s find out.” He untied the twine around the parcel and ripped back the paper wrapping.

He picked up the first thing in the package, green USMC garrison cap. He flipped it over and noticed a pair of silver bars mounted toward the front. “Well I guess I’m a Captain now.” he said holding up the cover so Anya could see the emblem. He placed the cover to the side and removed a manila envelope. Inside was a new ID with his fake rank along with a set of signed orders, reflecting everything Agent Mastin had told him. Behind the orders was a paper marked “Destroy after reading” and just below that “Backstory”. He skimmed over the paper, “It says here I’m Cpt. David Mace from the Joint Readiness Training Center.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion.” She joked.

Chase kept reading until he came across a part that made him burst into laughter, “It also says” he said, catching his breath, “I’m married with five kids.”

“You’ve been busy.” Anya chuckled, “Is there something I should know about.”

“Who comes up with this stuff?” Chase said, setting the envelop to the side and removing the final object from the package. The last article was a tan flight suit with a fully equipped gear vest, boots, and a couple changes of clothing, everything he would need to look the part. “You know what Anya?” he said holding the entire thing up in front of himself so she could see, “I think they’re expecting a Pilot.” They both laughed, “You’re going to have to teach me some pilot stuff on the way over there. It’s safe to say I am not even close to the man in the profile.” He set the pile of gear on the ground and picked up the background paperwork for further review.

He had just began going over his fictitious family situation when another mil-surplus truck pulled up and began backing into the hangar. “Chow’s here.” He said as a pair of men began prepping the fuel truck.

“That’s the good stuff right?” chase said in English. He laughed as they both froze, looking to one another, both confused as most likely neither spoke a work of English. “I’m just kidding” he said in Russian. Both forced a quick fake laugh before going back to work fueling the helicopter.

Chase covered his ears as the deafeningly inefficient old pump was started. “Geez, were you guys still in Afghanistan when that was put on? No offence.” He said looking back to Anya

As soon as the fuel truck had left, Chase changed into his pilot uniform and in the dying light of the unusually warm Russian day they taxied out onto the runway for their nearly 30 hour, 4000 Km journey. The flight plan showed 4 stops and a grand total of around 18 hours in the air.

“How does it feel leaving home?” Chase asked through the Mic in his comm helmet as they took off.

“To be honest with you Chase, I’m ready to leave. I am a proud Russian and yet I was bound for the boneyard, it was time to leave. I only regret I cannot save others that fate.”

Chase knew exactly the places she was talking about. In the US the living machines were spared this fate but they still existed for those machines that were not. The thought of them had always bothered him but he had come to live with the fact there was nothing he could do. He sat back and relaxed in the pilot’s seat watched the lights from the city grow smaller and fall into the distance behind them.

The flight to Helsinki was just under 4 hours. Anya had let Chase doze off to the muffled thunder of her rotors. She found it nice letting him sleep in her cockpit, she didn’t mind doing the flying.

She woke him a few miles out from the Helsinki airport. Instructions were not to contact the air traffic controller and proceed directly to an isolated unlit section of the airport. As they descended to the runway a couple of what chase assumed to be agency men in runway attendant uniforms waited next to a fuel truck.

With a speed that would rival a formula 1 pit crew, the team began refilling Anya’s tanks and in no time the men had pulled back the hose and given them the takeoff signal.

Another 4 hour flight and they reached the Copenhagen airport and underwent the same touch-and-go pit stop. As soon as the hoses had been unbuckled, under the cover of darkness they were off for Germany.

The sun had just began coming up as the left Denmark and crossed the border into Germany. Now that they had light Anya began her instructional period on the basics of being a pilot, Chase’s joke of it being a “Crash course” going right over Anya’s head.

She made it increasingly hard to focus on the flying portion as one of her tendrils made its way up the leg of his flight suit and began playing with his cock, gently stroking it to full erection.

“A combat pilot has to be able to perform under stress.” She said as he began squirming in his seat almost unable to keep his mind on flying.

Chase laughed, stress had never felt so good. It was too perfect up here to waist it on instruction so he leveled her off and sat back looking over the landscape of clouds outside the cockpit, taking in a deep relaxing breath as she continued stroking him. The rhythmic thumping of her rotors, there was something incredibly soothing about it.

The scene was beautiful way up here, the solid blanket of clouds extended for as far as the eye could see, seeming to make a second earth on top of the first, a pure white second skin. While it may have been dark and dreary on the ground, up here the sun shown bright across everything.

Chase let his mind wander as he looked across this white heaven. He wished he and Anya could live up here forever, far above all the troubles that inhabited the earth below.

She could tell his mind was now other places so she took control back and allowed him to daydream while she flew.

“We’re almost there.” Anya said, bringing Chase back to reality. She began rapidly descending through the layer of clouds revealing the earth below. As the haze from the cloud disappeared the sprawling green countryside of southern Rhineland came into view. It had been years since Chase had been to Germany, he didn’t hate to admit it, he had missed this place. They flew low over the mountainous terrain, over towns that had changed little from the small villages they had been a century ago.

The air traffic controller of Rammstein Air force Base directed them to a landing pad to the south of the main runway. Chase returned a confirmation and they began descending toward the cluster of hangars toward the southern extremity of the base. From what it had been decades ago, Rammstein AFB had expanded into a sprawling military complex. Chase watched as the ground grew closer and closer until he felt Anya’s wheels touch pavement.

“Welcome to Germany.” Chase said as her rotors slowed.

He stretched as he stepped down onto the tarmac, it felt good to use his legs after 8 hours of sitting. No sooner had he exited than he saw a Humvee tearing across the asphalt towards him. Chase removed his helmet and replaced it with the garrison cap, immediately taking it back off as he noticed there was something inside the cover. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he said pulling a pair of aviator sunglasses from inside the cover.

“I feel the need…” he said putting on the glasses.

“What are you talking about?” Anya said, confused at the abstract statement.

“The need for speed.” Chase finished under his breath.

The Humvee rolled to a halt next to them and a young Airman stepped out of the passenger side. “Good afternoon, Sir.” She said snapping him a salute.

Chase had almost forgot he was an officer now and hastily returned the salute. “I was sent out to let you know there’s quarters for in the TDY officer’s barracks. Also, the mess hall is open until 1400, building 18756. If you’ll hop in the Humvee we’ll get you there.”

“What about my bird, gonna need some fuel.”

“Ah, that will be the 15 area fuel depot, they will be sending out a fuel truck at 1500. Oh, and that reminds me, Comm shop will be sending some techs out to install some gear at 1530. So, if you want a ride we can get going.”

“You know what?” Chase said, “I think I’ll make my own way there.”

The Airman nodded, “Yes, sir.” Then hopped back in the Humvee and took off across the tarmac.

“Well, it looks like we have some time.” Chase turned back to Anya, looking over the length of her long broad body. She was really something else.

His thought were interrupted by the sound of a jet coming in fast toward the runway. He watched as a plane he couldn’t identify touched down on the main runway, flaps flaring as the vehicle slowed to a roll. He had never flown in a fighter but he imagined that pilot just had the time of his life.

The sleek fighter took a turn onto the taxi way and into a hangar area not that far from them. Getting a closer look, Chase noticed the lack of a pilot then the presence of a steely blue eye just below the cockpit.

As it got a closer look he remembered that plane, a US prototype from some decades back, a YF-23 but he couldn’t remember the manufacturer. Yet another example of an older model being brought back into service for the fact that they were alive.

‘That’s something you don’t see every day’ Chase thought to himself.

Looking over his shoulder he saw Anya’s eyes fixed on the fighter as it stopped in front of a hangar. She wasn’t just staring, she was fixated by the plane.

“You alright Anya?” Chase said, snapping her from the trance.

“Oh, yes. I’m fine.” She replied as if the question had startled her.

“Don’t lie, I know that look, you were eyeing that plane.”

Anya almost seemed embarrassed. “I never thought I would see one in real life.”

“You want that jet, don’t you?” Chase said smiling at her. He could see right through her.

“Wha… Chase I’m with you now.”

“Anya” He said stopping her “This is an opportunity you’ll get maybe once in a life time, there are, I think, only two of those in existence. We have this bond thing and if I recall right it’s not going away. If you want that jet go and get it. Like I said, we’ve got time.”

“I couldn’t, it’s no big deal”

“Come on Anya, you’re practically dripping right now. Go enjoy yourself, you’re free to do whatever you want now. Think of it as a liberation gift to yourself, your emancipation proclamation after party. I’ll go get some food. Now go have fun.”

“But this is a military base, I just can’t go rolling around wherever I like.” She protested.

“Screw that, just try. There’s no sense in living if you can’t feel alive.”

“What if it’s a she?”

“There’s one way to find out.” Chase said turning and walking toward the nearest building. She needed to have some fun, he hoped this was a push in the right direction.

As he walked away, Anya found herself alone on the airstrip. For a second it didn’t feel right, but then she looked back to the jet and a devious grin spread across her face. Casually she began moving over toward the stationary Fighter.

She moved slowly, hoping to time her introduction with the departure of its fuel truck. As she approached she heard she heard its voice, a steely cool, charismatic male voice.

“So you’re the Hind I saw coming in?” He said turning to face her, “I’ll admit, I was a little surprised. I’ve never actually seen a Hind before. So what brings you to Rammstein?”

She couldn’t believe this jet, incredibly sleek and sharp. If ever a vehicle were to look like the edge of a blade, it was him. “On our way back to the US, transfer to a training center.” Anya replied.

“So, what’s your name?”

This Idle conversation was nearly unbearable, “It’s Anya, Anya Mil.”

“Huh, nice name. I’m Denver but, everybody calls me Ghost, an old nickname but it does the trick. So, what’s your pilot going to think of you coming over here?”

She still couldn’t get over the cool confidence in his voice. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, I saw the way he looks at you, the way you look at him. You two are together.”

“He told me to enjoy myself.”

“Well in that case I’d like to invite you back to my hangar. Maybe I can help you enjoy yourself.”

Anya couldn’t believe it was that easy. It was even more unbelievable that chase had told her to. She was going to thank him every way she could as soon as they were alone again but, for right now, she was focused on the gorgeous fighter leading her to his hangar.

As soon as they entered Denver’s hangar the door slid closed behind them. The hangar was spacious enough for the two of them but not much else.

“So have you ever been with a helicopter before?” Anya said, hoping to start some dialogue.

“You would be the first and Anya, I have to tell you I couldn’t imagine a better first, you are a beautiful girl. Your pilot is a lucky man and you’re lucky to have him. It’s not common for a human to share their lover.”

“Cha… my pilot” she caught herself before saying his name, remembering that he was using a fake name, “is a great guy, I owe a lot to him.”

Anya almost couldn’t wait, being alone with this new and exciting machine was almost too much. She could almost feel herself getting wet at the thought of this plane inside of her. With a hum of servos and mechanics she brought her rotors to the rear and moved in close next to Denver, brushing her hull against his.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a fighter but, I think I can still remember a thing or two.” Anya said, extending a pair of tendrils to the jet’s underbelly, gently tracing the edges of his intakes before moving farther down his underbelly, rubbing the smooth stealth surfaces. “There it is.” She said as the long hard appendage emerged from its housing. Carefully she wrapped a tendril around it. She felt Denver shudder as her tendril ran up its length. He was unbelievably hard and she was loving it, she wanted every inch of his hot member inside of her.

Back and forth she rubbed him, listening to his low moans of pleasure, rubbing her armored face against his fuselage. She must have been doing something right, she could already sense the globs of pre that dripped from his throbbing member.

“How does that feel, am I getting it right?”

“Mmmmh, yeah.” Denver said, closing his eyes. He didn’t have to tell her, the low hum from his spooling engines said everything.

“Good.” She said, retracting the tendrils and moving back. Slowly she lowered herself onto her side, giving Denver his first look at the dripping gray synthport between her landing gear. With the tip of her tongue Anya licked her lips, leaving the faintest hint of gray around her mouth.

Denver, taking the hint, lined up nose to nose with her and with a little maneuvering got one of his landing gear up on her fuselage. With a little more maneuvering she felt his heat enter her mouth. She took as much as she could between her lips, thankful she didn’t have to worry about teeth with him. This jet was big, hot and already oozing globs of pre into her mouth as she began using her tongue to rub the length of his shaft. It wasn’t hard for her to get him to squirm the closer she got to his tip.

Flexing his body and rolling on his landing gear made it possible for him to get a little in and out movement but it didn’t take much to bring him to the cusp of orgasm. Between her sucking, and all the things she could do with her tongue he felt like he couldn’t take it any longer.

“Anya, I’m about to cum.” he said trying to give her warning so she could let off but she wasn’t showing any sign of stopping. With this warning she started going even harder until she could feel his entire airframe shaking on top of her. Liters of machine seed gushed into her mouth, the hot heavy gel pouring from him like a river.

He let out a long low moan as the sensation hit him, a moan that was sure to have been heard by anyone near.

Anya held the warm seed in her mouth while he dismounted. As soon as he was clear she spit the load out onto his hangar floor, leaving a pool of the silvery machine cum.

“Aren’t you worried of someone outside hearing us?”

He laughed, still recovering from the aftershock of the orgasm, “I’m a prototype. My model will never reach production. I really don’t care what anyone thinks. If I’m enjoying some mind blowing sex with a Hind, I’m not going to hold back just because I’m afraid of anyone hearing. Now if you don’t mind, I believe it’s my turn.”

He moved back and lined his nose up with the slit between her landing gear. A little lifting on his nose wheel and he could just reach. It was his turn to make her squirm for him. He could feel her heat on his nosecone as he licked his lips and went in. His heavy synth metal tongue broke the surface and pushed deeper and deeper between her engorged lips.

He could taste her machine goodness as he pushed as deep as he can into her, his tongue squirming like a trapped snake. Anya could do nothing to resist as she writhed and moaned on the cold cement floor. He gave that a few minutes then pulled out and jammed his tongue against her clit. Her tender bead was assaulted mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her airframe.

“So how’s that?” he said pulling back and licking her juices from his lips.

“Oh please, don’t stop.” Anya moaned.

His mouth spread into a grin, razor sharp teeth glistening in the overhead light. “Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”

A little maneuvering and Denver was able to mount her airframe, placing his body half way on top in line with hers. She could feel the heat resonating from his body as he pressed his fuselage against hers. She moaned with excitement as she felt the hot throbbing appendage sandwiched between their bodies.

“Well Ghost, what are you waiting for?”

“A little anxious are we?” Denver said as he shifted himself into position, placing himself at the lips of her dripping pussy.

It was hot and hard as it slid into her, pushing to its full depth, her walls filled to their max by his hot metallic girth. If she could roll her head back like she’d seen in the videos, that’s exactly what she would have been doing, the feeling was exquisite.

A little flexing of his airframe and he withdrew halfway, still leaving himself a fair depth in her.

“How does that feel?”

Anya let out a long breath, “Mmmh that felt great.” She could feel her body gripping his member tightly, no doubt bringing him great pleasure.

Slowly he began a thrusting into her, picking up a slow gentle rhythm. He prided himself on being a lover who knew what he was doing, gentle and passionate would lead to faster paced more energetic sex followed by fast and hard. Right now he was in the passionate and gentle phase. They both could feel the texture of the others skin as he pushed himself up and down on her.

This was good but he really wanted to make her scream. Sending a pair of tendrils along between their bodies until he found her clit, gently massaging the bundle of nerves, with satisfying results.

Anya did her best to keep her moans low and discreet, secrecy had been the name of the game at Kubinka so being discreet was in her nature.

“Why do women here always try to keep it in, try to keep quiet? If you’re enjoying it, who cares who hears.” It was clear he didn’t care, his grunts and groans with every thrust could no doubt be heard well beyond the walls of the hangar.

Anya had been wet just looking at him and with hardly any effort at all and no fear of repercussion she was screwing him, this freedom thing was feeling good.

She had started feeling his pace picking up more and more with each thrust until she could feel the power of his thrusts moving her on the concrete, the wet squishes of his hull against her pussy now becoming wet slapping. Little by little the temperature in the room began to rise as his engines began picking up, pushing out a scorching hot torrent of air into the hangar.

With the final phase of Denver’s method in play everything became faster, he slammed into her relentlessly, thrust after thrust, each more powerful than the last, his long hard airplane cock ruthlessly assaulting her pussy. Loud scraping sounds resounded through the hangar as the momentum of each repetition pushed the couple a centimeter further across the floor, leaving deep gouges in the cement. This was an experience one machine could experience only from another, such intensity would have killed even the most durable human.

Anya moaned long and loud for him as each powerful movement from his massive body drove her closer to orgasm. It wasn’t long before she felt the jet quivering, his grunts becoming more erratic “Anya, mmh, I’m c…” his sentence was broken by a deep moan as he blew a hearty load of hot jet cum inside her. The strong flow of the steamy gel forced its way as deep inside her as possible before squirting out around the edges of his cock, splattering the floor with the silvery gray liquid.

“You better not stop!” Anya growled as she felt him begin to slow “I’m not done with you yet.”

A few seconds later she could feel herself reaching the cusp of orgasm as Denver continued pounding her. As it reached her, she felt her airframe go ridged, the intense sensation of the climax sweeping over her. As she came, her juices joined the mess of machine fluids on the floor.

Neither wanted to move. Despite being machines, good sex could often leave them with a feeling of exhaustion. The hangar was sweltering hot and the cleanup crew would have a hell of a time cleaning up the pool of unspeakables in the middle of the floor.

“So, was it good for you?” Denver said, finding the age old cliché amusing.

“So, you gonna tell me how it went?” Chase said as they reached cruising altitude.

“I’ll tell you all about it later my dear.” She replied, “At least one of us has to concentrate on flying.”

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