Story: Strike witches ~Unleashed~ (chapter 13)

A Saturday afternoon at the 501st strike witches island base, in one of the outer gardens.

“Yeaaa we made it back!!! Shirley yelled loudly, lifting her sunglasses as she pulled her canteen from her hip and drank deeply. A tight hissed followed as the whiskey stung the back of her dry throat. The two had simple wondered the island drinking and laughing in the sun as both were soaked in sweat.

“Ohhhh I need a drink.” Francesa groaned lightly as she tossed her pack down and laid her head on it. Charlotte stared at the Romagna girl’s petite body as it glistened in the sunlight.

“What is it Charlotte?” A huge grin crossed Francesa’s face, lifting her own sunglasses as she spread her legs and started popping the button of her tight hiking shirt. The Liberion fell wordlessly next to her wing-women as she handed her the canteen. The tanned girl took a drink then leaned in and kissed the busty orange-haired girl. Charlotte moaned hotly as the younger girl passed some of the whiskey with her kiss. Both of their hiking kits were saturated as Francesa pulled her thigh into Charlotte’s crotch.

“Francesa!” The Liberion cried playfully as she rolled onto her back with Francesa’s face deeply buried between her mellow. The two lay in the hot sun, tangling bodies, dispensing sweat on one another. Their movement quickly became more sluggish as Francesa started to blink slower and slower.

“Charlotte… I’m too tired to…Zzzzz…Zzzzz…” The Romagna leisurely fell asleep in mid passion as Charlotte yawned indolently.

“Yeaaa me too… Zzzzz….” Both girls heart’s slowed as the hike and heat finally took down their bodies.

Sometime later…

“What are you two doing?!” A voice cried vociferously as Charlotte tightened her eyes and slowly opened them to find Perrine’s bratty ass standing over her and Francesa.

“Keep it down will ya’!” Charlotte yelled back as the Romagna slowly leaned up.

“Why are you yyyyelling?” Francesa yawned her question as Perrine tightened her face with disgusted.

“You mannerless bitches, out here doing that!” The Gallian roared red as both girl looked at each other.

“What were we doing Perrine?” Charlotte grinned spitefully, getting up to her feet as she tilted her head back knowingly.

“You were...” Perrine’s face flushed crimson.

“Jealous much?!” Francesa injected as she got to her feet too, her face just as menacing as Charlotte. Perrine stepped back into something… or actual someone.

“Is there a problem ladies?” Lieutenant Barkhorn asked cutely as she looked over Perrine’s shoulder.

“Yes Lieutenant, these pilots were engaging in sexual interaction with one another.” Perrine snipped sharply as Barkhorn looked to Charlotte sternly, knowing the Liberion girl knew better.

“Is that true Lieutenant Yeager?” Charlotte shook her head at the Karlsland girl with a knowing look.

“We were tired from hiking the island and fell asleep.” Francesa chimed in as she too held truth in her eyes.

“They say otherwise Clostermann, did you see them, say, you’re a ranked medic right?” Barkhorn asked quickly as she looked back to Charlotte.

“Yes I am.” The blonde replied proudly as The Liberion suddenly smiled.

“I request a full body search for evidence for said claim against Francesa and me.” Barkhorn nodded at the girl’s request and turned to Perrine as Charlotte and Francesa started to get undressed.

“What are they doing?” The blonde looked away with a small blush as Trude smiled surely.

“Waiting for you to prove they did have carnality.” Barkhorn's face hardened as both girls stood naked with their hands on their hips and crotches out.

“But don’t we have to get someone… else to check them?” Perrine’s voice got really quiet as Trude suddenly got in her face.

“You said you were medically ranked didn’t you? Or did you lie about that too?” Barkhorn unloaded on Perrine as the blonde froze up.

“I-I did, didn’t, but shouldn’t we?” Barkhorn grabbed the Gallian her by the back of the neck and kicked out the back of snobbish blonde’s leg, dropping her to her knees.

“Go on! I want to see you inspect both of their bodies right now.” Perrine swallowed deeply as she could now smell the Liberion and Romagna each with their own musky scent, right in front of her.

“Come on Perrine, getta’ good look now pervert.” Shirley spread her puffy pink labia as Barkhorn forced the blonde’s head forward. The Gallian girl couldn’t close her eyes as Charlotte’s hairy, stinky pussy was first. The raunchy smell filled Perrine’s nose as her eyes watered as well.

“Well Corpsman?” Trude asked meanly as she rammed Perrine’s face into the orange-haired girl’s sticky muff.

“I can’t believe I have to put up with this… disrespect!”

Perrine whined in her head as she kept her whimpering lips shut. Trude twisted her hand as she smeared Perrine’s face even more.

“Mmmmm bet that tastes tremble.” Shirley chuckled darkly as Perrine looked up pathetically at her.

“Ok, remember how she tastes and smells, Flying officer Lucchini if you please.” The Romagna giggled, squeezing in next to Charlotte as she thrust her little cunt into the sticky Gallian’s face.

“Ohhhh… the smell of their la-la’s are making me lightheaded….”

The two naked girls continued to smush their dirty cunts into Perrine’s face as the blonde’s mouth slowly opened.

“WHAT I’M I DOING!?!”

The three pilots all leered down at the proper Gallia girl, acting so unlady-like as Perrine’s own pussy began to drip.

“I-I’m beginning to like this…”

Perrine’s hands slowly drifted up the two girl’s legs as she felt the fire burning between them. Scared she\\\\\\\'d be caught, Perrine dropped her arms to her sides as Trude continued to question her.

“Find any trace of Charlotte in there?” Barkhorn smirked as she slid her hand into Perrine’s long blond hair and gripped it.

“Open your mouth Clostermann.” The Karlsland girl pulled Perrine’s hair back as the proper blonde did what she was told.

“Check their fingers now, ladies?” Charlotte and Francesa jabbed their fingers into the Gallia’s taut orifice as they fucked her face with their fingers and wet pussies.

“Soooo hot!”

“Little whore.” Charlotte came a little as it spattered the Gallian's across her nose. Perrine’s eyes hazed over as she breathed in the musky fluid. Her own cunt begged for attention, as her face glistened with hot pre-cum.

“I think that’s enough.” Trude jerked Perrine away from Charlotte and Francesa’s gaps and digits as Trude was surprised to feel Perrine resist her a little when pulling the blonde back.

“With no evidence found, I see no need for reprimand, carry on ladies.” Barkhorn let go of the ashamed girl and walked off as Perrine fell to her hands and knees, panting wildly.

“Come on Francesa, let’s go get cleaned up.” Charlotte wrapped her arm around the Romagna girl’s neck as Perrine spoke up softly.

“Wait Charlotte…” The Gallia girl looked up coyly as she licked her lips. “…if you and Francesa want to come back to my room, I-I can finish inspecting your body?”

“I bet you’d love that wouldn’t you, filthy little pervert-O!?!” Shirley yelled loudly as both the Liberion and Romagna looked back out the corner of their eyes, grinned and walked away.

“Damn…”

[End notes: This was going to happen...

“I’m sick of your nose being so up there, so why don’t I break it for you?!” Charlotte hammered Perrine in the nose as she blew up with blood and shattered cartilage nose. Instead of falling to the ground the Gallia girl double stepped and fouetted the boastful Liberion’s face. The roundhouse connected hard with Charlotte’s left cheek, forcing the spit from her mouth as it hung in the air straight and true.

“You cunt! You kicked Charlotte!” Francesca darted forward as she raised her fist in anger. Perrine lowered her leg slowly as she pulled her glasses from her face.

“I’ve been waiting to do that a long time.” Blood ran from the Gallia girl’s nose and dripped on her uniform.]

Story: Strike witches ~Unleashed~ (chapter 13)

Chapter 13