Chapter 10

The sensation of two fat cocks in Barbara's ass was making her eyes pop. The men were thrusting like hungry dogs, sliding their cocks against each others, forcing her sphincter to gasp and swallow.

The first mate was near eruption but it was the captain sat on his ass who began to buck in joy

"Uggggggggggg!" His cock released a torrent of come inside her, the fist mates ramming dick smearing it the full length of her anal canal.

As the Captain's cock began to shrivel. His colleague began to groan.

"Ugh, ugh, ughhhhhhhh!"

Now he too frothed in her ass; long deep spits of come into her bowels.

Both men slowly, gingerly extracted themselves from her sweaty, spunk filled ass.

Barbara spat at the exhausted men.

"You dirty fucking bastards. I'll never give in, do you hear!"

The men scowled and looked frustrated.

"You are feisty," the Captain grumbled, "but we have some time left."

At this exact moment there was a cry from the second mate on the bridge.

"Ship ahoy!"

The Captain's face grew pale and drawn.

"Damn you bitch," He hissed, his voice coarse and unsure." They're early!"

The ship had been at a full stop for over and hour before the loading had been completed. Lashed to the side of the rusty hulled ship was a jet black sleek submarine. It resembled an old world war two U- boat. In fact that was exactly what is was. A prototype, one of a kind; that in 1945 had pulled anchor and quietly crept out of its Baltic base hours before the Russian arrived.

On its black steel coning tower was drawn the swastika and the Busenstien family shield. It had been a good servant over the years, running gold and drugs world wide fuelling its owner's wealth and influence.

The cargo along with the tame females had already been stowed aboard. Now a single helmeted sailor stood watch on deck, machine pistol in hand. These oriental crewmen were not welcome on the master races craft. The sub Captain stood in the conning tower looking nervous. It was time to go, even this stealth designed craft could be seen from the surface, and they were only a few hundred miles from the European coast.

But he knew he had to hold his frustration. On this voyage he had a very senior member of the family aboard. And she wasn't at all impressed with what she had seen today.

In the hot bowel of the cargo ship Lady Busenstien stood arms folded.

Like normal she was dressed in a tight black cat suit, cleavage just held in place, ice white hair curled and flowing over her shoulders.

She tapped her nails impatiently on her shiny black forearm. Flanked either side of her were two young soldiers, snapped to attention machine guns pointing ahead, silver steel helmets sparkling in the dim room light.

"Well Captain," She said eyes glinting." you have been useful to our cause, however I cannot accept failure." The cargo ship Captain nodded not daring to speak.

The second mate will be in charge until you reach South America. You have been relieved of your command, as has my Frauline here" Lady B looked at the nervous old woman stood in the shadows fear full of her own life.