<div class="floatright">(http://static.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/739728-bigthumbnail.jpg)<strong><br/>   Ophelia Rockefeller<br/>    In rearmost compartment<br/>   With angry sailors<br/>   Naked among grinning, lustful sailors, once again<br/></strong><hr/></div>At first, Ophelia had only seen two of the sailors, the others being behind a turn of the passageway. When she saw they were five, she began to feel something was not quite right. In particular as some of them were all stained with motor grease.<em>Why would the Commander send mechanics to bring her to him? Was that another of his tricks?</em>She looked over her shoulder at the door to the girl dormitory but two sailors were already blocking her way, grinning at her in a strange way.<br/><br/>Fearing the worst, she decided it was better to go along with them.<em>What could she do anyway, alone against five strong men?</em><br/><br/>As they walked through the submarine following a complicated path. The metal grating of some floors was hurting her bare feet but she preferred not to complain yet. She did not like the way those men were lurking at her.<br/><br/>All along, she looked for an opportunity to escape them but they remained tightly packed around her. There was constantly at least two of them before and behind her, and as the passageway were rather narrow, there was no way she could hope to force her way past them.<br/><br/>At some point they passed an  even narrower area that was labelled with nuclear signs everywhere. Both ends of that "tunnel" were closed with strong pressure-resistant hatches. To the increasingly anxious Ophelia, their opening and closing very much looked like entering a high-security prison.<br/><br/>By now she sure they were not going to the Captain and she began to tremble. Finally, they reached a room at the very end of the submarine and she heard the door locked behind her. The expressions on the men's face immediately changed from lurk to lust. She was quickly surrounded before she had the opportunity to reach a corner.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, listen... Nooooo!"</strong>she began to say, quickly interrupted by hands grappling the sheet she was using as a skirt and yanking on it. She tried to hold it tight but it was torn in a loud noise. The shreds she was clenching her hands on were quickly yanked from her as well. Meanwhile, more hands had pulled on her shirt from all sides. Its buttons snapped merrily in all directions and it too was soon reduced to pieces.<br/><br/>Ophelia was now standing stark naked in the midst of the horny men, one of her arms crossed over her ample breasts and her other hand trying to hide her neatly trimmed pussy.<br/><br/><strong>"Please, wait, let's behave as civilised being, OK?"</strong>she pleaded in a trembling voice.