Hansel and Marion Ch 24

This chapter is a… graphic one. Now I mean no offense towards anyone but only that some of the stuff the Russians did was a horror story in itself. IF you don’t know what happened when some drunk or deranged (or both) Russians met some females, it gets… violently erotic(?). Well if you’ve got  a blood/pain/punish fetish (oddly like my friend who was born in Russia) you may find some stuff they did enticing. Oh and I’m not joking when they bit the woman, one group bit off a German girl’s face it’s absolutely scary. But they did have a reasonable motive. ANYWAY past that here’s the chapter!

Chapter 24

Anton woke up before Faust for once, he had his stretch fest then stood up on the engine roof and looked down at the top of Faust’s turret listening to her soft breaths. He scooted over to her turret skirt and bent down kissing her commander’s cupola before jumping down with new clothes and rushed through a change out then hugged Faust’s hood again then left for food and toiletry. He ate alone so he could think about his Faust and what they’d do after the war. As he left the mess area he heard Kramia crying nearby and searched around to find her, she was sobbing next to a crate marked with German army markings and the symbol for panzer division and a huge warning label on it.

“What’s wrong, Kramia? Are you ok?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” She sniffled then smiled that upset him a tad bit. “How was last night?” He was startled, how’d she know? Why’d she know? Did she know? He looked at her smile and he figured she knew about it. He sighed and told her he wasn’t drunk at all. She backed off but he reassured her he’s fine, and the Irish incident.

“So what’s in the box?”

“M-mm-my new gun.” She said upset about it.

“Oh, well, what’s the warning say?” He asked her, she was in the way of half of it.

“Warning! Do not touch insulated contents with electric spark until placed in position.” She kept sobbing a bit; Mini came up behind her and brought her close to his side, disregarding their extra skirt armor, to hold her tight against him to protect her from despair.

“It’s alright, baby, it’s alright. I’ll make you feel better once it’s over, ok? Or we could go shooting or race, we haven’t raced in a long time, baby.” He saw that his proposals helped, and felt that her hull became statically charged, like when she was horny, she’d want him sexually and even though they’d fucked but once he wasn’t looking forward to sad sex. Faust came up behind Anton and hugged him at his waist.

“Good morning, precious.” She brought him close to her. He twisted around to embrace her hood again and returned the greeting.

“Good morning Faust. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept well, Antie, how did you?”

“I slept good. What did Irish want with me, though?”

“I’m not sure, there he is, why don’t you ask him?” She let him go to run over to Irish moving towards Mini.

“Hey Anton, do you ever calm down?”

“No. Why?”

“No reason-so what’s up?”

“Why’d you come in last night?”

“Mini-Rommel wanted your help.”

“With what?”

“We’ll show you, come on.” The two made themselves apparent to Mini, he whispered to Kramia he’d be back and took them off toward a rotted shack by the woods.

“What’s this?” Anton asked.

“A magical hut with a teleporter inside.” Irish said.

“Sssure.” Mini responded. “No it’s just an old shack with a gift for Kramia.”

“What is it? The gift what is it? I wanna see!” Mini drives around to the back and rips off the wall and gently lays it onto the ground off to the side then moves more inside the shack where a long tarp was covering something equally as long. Anton jumps down and approaches the casement cautiously, Irish slides down the glacis and yanks the tarp off revealing a gray-brown metal beam with empty circle mounts attached. “What is it?”

“It’s a gun rack.”

“For Kramia’s eighty-five. She’ll love it; I need your help painting it that’s why I sent Irish to find you.” As Mini said that Irish discretely shuddered.

“That’s nice, really nice Mini. Is the paint nearby?” Mini gestured to a shelf off to the side. Irish pulled one down and handed it to Anton before grabbing one himself then they started painting the gift. Once that was done they plumped it onto Mini’s engine roof to carry then veiled it under the tarp before heading back to Kramia. By that time the engineers had the metal plate above the gun mantle slide removed and the gun and mantle out on a pallet. Anton looked inside, the light fixture mounted facing in revealed the usual all-white interior but there was brownish color splotches around the seats on the walls and things.

“Kramia, what’s the brown stuff on your walls?” Anton was looking at it intensely.

“That’s the blood of my devil enslavers!” The way she called her crew was ferocious and hated, Anton was going to ask again but she continued. “When I was still in the Russian army I had a crew that cared little I was there, which is how I’d get out to meet and be with Mir. My last day as a Russian weapon was decided by me after a terrible cause. My tank crew took me to a liberated Russian village to woo some girls, when they declined anything sexual my crew took it by force. They raped her, a fellow Russian girl, raped her in front of me! They not only raped her but punished her! They bit her, cut her, pulled her, pushed her… all because she said no. They couldn’t try another girl-oh no-they had to have her. I was horrified, and I hated them. I couldn’t let myself be slaved by them. They raped and pillaged their own women for sex and yet wouldn’t even speak to me! So when they were driving back… I locked them in… then I killed them-but not quickly-no, I first crushed their limbs… then I tore their skin and bled them slowly, one by one I forced my tendrils through their bodies, not deadly at first, then through their hearts and lungs, one by one. I tossed their bodies on the ground and smothered their corpses into the Earth under my treads. I ran away then, I ran and waited for Mir at our little spot. I told him what I did and that I wasn’t going back. Ever.” Anton and Faust looked horrified at this; Mini had already lived down the feeling and Irish… Irish smiled. “May your God have mercy on what they’d do to a German girl.” Marion rolled up to the group interested in how Kramia’s gun was being replaced.

“How’s it going so far?” Hansel came from the direction of the mess tent greeting a good morning before ascending Marion and sitting in her cupola

“Well, it’s going well.” Hansel watched, intrigued as well, as they mechanics opened the box and used a small crane to manually lift, turn, and lower the eighty-eight caliber fifty-six into the level of entry. Irish was staring at Marion’s gun barrel, specifically at her pattern of black and white stripes. His right forearm was bent across his belly and his left elbow rested in his fist, supporting his chin in the joint of his L-shaped hand thumb tucked under and pointer along his nose.

“Hansel those tank kills?”

“Yes, why?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just wait…” He began counting lowering his audibility every count until at seven he was no longer heard. Hansel went back to watching the fitting, they had it just outside the slide depression and everything was slow and steady. The lead mechanic suddenly burst out, shoving the gun in place with a ram of his body while then the two men inside locked the gears together. They all climbed out and stood back from her.

“Alright Kramia, turn your engine.” She whirred up her diesel, loud heavy pistons crunked against their surroundings then as they fired to life she jumped. She watched amazed as the gun began moving up and down with her nervous system’s commands.

“Wow, feels very similar, only a little heavier and longer.” She played a little more, a smile forming underneath it. “I think I’ll like this in time.”

“Oh it gets better, baby.” Mini said as he carried the present above his turret and laid it down ahead if her.

“What’s this?” She said lovingly eyeing its length and thickness under the tarp. “A set of trainer sights?”

“Noooo, why don’t you take a peek?” Mini was smiling in anticipation of her joy, he wanted to throw off the surprise so bad and tell her. She studied a bit longer then snapped the cover away and looked a little confused.

“I… I don’t get it? What is it?”

“It’s a mount for your eighty-five. It goes on your side.” Her face lit up and she rammed Mini lovingly kissing his hull and holding his tracks and suspension to keep him close.

“I LOVE it!” She buried her gun under his and her face against his side as she leaned the two of them together.

“I knew you’d love it. You don’t have to leave your gun you love so much.” She pulled him up to where she was at the side of his turret and whispered to him.

“I’ve got a little thank you present in mind for later.” She said softly and with a dirty smile.

“No, no it’s fine, really nothing.” He said back savoring his time embracing her.

“I need to unwind, Mir, could you do that at least?” Mini sighed and whispered ‘alright’ then held her tight, after checking behind them he gently rubbed the panel covering her port entrance.

“NO THAT’S BULLSHIT!” They all heard Inbred shout from his barrack house as he stormed out red faced with anger. The LTC followed also angered and gave off an aurora of pissed-off feeling that mostly all around felt. “FUCKING HORSE SHIT!”

“He’s cussing in English.” Faust said worried.

“Yep, he only does that when he’s really pissed.” Marion couldn’t see them but could feel the anger and tension behind her.

“Corporal Smith! You come back and cool off!” The LTC stormed after him but couldn’t keep up. In a frustrated and snarling grunt he spun around and headed off towards his office. By that time the Colonel was strolling along toward them smoking his pipe unmoved. He stopped and told the LTC something but the LTC shook him off and marched on in rage. The Colonel shrugged and moved along. He moved up next to Marion and signaled Hansel down. He slid off and moved close next to the Colonel.

“What was that about, sir?”

“I was informed that Corporal R. Smith was too be withdrawn from your crew and moved to a ‘rehabilitation and proving facility’ away from the front.”

“What? Why? He’s not mental, sir, why?”

“It’s basically bullshit cover for he’s going to the experimental testing grounds as an evaluator, I went through the same shit. I told Gunther to tell you to tell him but, I guess he screwed you over and went straight to him.”

“So he’s upset about that.”

“Guess so, Gunther may learn to do as I say after that, anyway talk to him. Smith won’t be leaving until we meet up at the merge point. He’ll be flown out, Irish and the E tank’ll go north by train to something redacted from my note but whatever. Just, just calm him down.”

“Yes sir.” Colonel turned back and moved off towards the barracks while Hansel climbed back onto Marion and told her to help find Inbred with him.

“Okay Hansel. What was that about?” Hansel sighed.

“Inbred’s a ranter, he’ll be complaining about it.” They roamed around until they found him hurriedly pacing around alongside Griffin’s tank house ranting on.

“Inbred, you alright?”

“Bullshit. BullShit! BULLSHIT!”

“He’s fine.”

“Just about to move to the front and they say ‘no you’re going to a testing grounds’ have fun! Fucking assholes!” Marion was confused.

“Why are they taking you?”

“That’s what I’ll ask! I’ll find the fucker who pulled me and ask’em! Better be a god damn great answer if they love their life!” He looked really mad.

“Look, they probably have good reason to do this.” Hansel tried to use some logic, something he’s good at, but it didn’t faze him.

“I think he needs a hug.” Marion said. Hansel slid off and grabbed him in a hug. Inbred struggled against him. Marion rolled up and hugged the two of them.

“It’s not working.” He said sternly.

“Yes it is, you know it.” She said tightening a little bit. It was working, Inbred ended up hugging back and releasing his stress.

“I don’t want to leave, we’re just starting out and I’m leaving before we really fight. You don’t take a fighter away from a fight.” They let go of the hug, he had calmed down enough to be rational.

“Well, I’m sorry Ralph. I am. I know how you feel, too, but who knows? This could turn out good for you, it did for me.” Hansel said reassuringly leaning against Marion’s glacis. He couldn’t help but feel pity for Inbred, and something else for him…

“That was rehabilitation and training, I’ve not been shot nor promoted. Not sure how it’ll play out in my favor.” Hansel frowned, Inbred’s stubborn and not good at hindsight at times. “Why wasn’t anyone else taken? Why me alone?”

“To even the load maybe. Well anyway it’s time to pack up and form up. Come on let’s go you two.” Marion plucked them up and sat them on her roof and went to the barracks to drop them off.

Fin Chapter 24

Sorry if the rape offends anyone it actually could of happened and that’s why avoiding WWIII would be great! 😉

Oh and I originally had this chapter double in size but I split it into two parts so chapter 25 will follow in about… five minutes.