As the three strip down, and begin to have some fun in the bunker, Natasha giggles to herself, getting a perfect view of the action from the best seat in the house.
“Are all the Catachans like this? This war is going to be easier than I thought.” Natasha notes in a small pad: Catachans weak to boredom and breast massages.
“Well, I think now would be a good time to requisition some supplies, for the cause.” Natasha puts her vox and notepad away.
She crouches down, and slowly approaches the side of the bunker, gathering up all of the clothes that were tossed out the side, and makes off like a bandit, leaving the three to their panty clad fate for later.
While the clothes themselves were rather skimpy for her tastes, being loose tan tank tops and baggy fatigues, they were still valuable uniforms. Especially since they were camouflaged as well! Giddily, the astelan conscript packed the uniforms away into a secure package and buried it in a "dead drop" for later couriers to receive. For now she still had a mission to perform!
She snuck past the hopelessly distracted catachan guards, the jungle fighters engaging in a very lewd act of lovemaking and bullying meshed together. Natasha couldn't help but lay there for a while, listening to their aroused moans and squeaks and she was tempted to have some fun of herself before shaking her head. The astelan conscript continued to sneak away down the overgrown path. However she stopped behind some bushes as she noticed a guardsman patrolling over. Rather then a catachan, it appeared to be a Korpwoman.
Natasha was about to sink deeper into her hidey hole when the gasmask mook triggered what could only have been a catachan trap! First a crude punching glove shot up, hitting the woman right in the crotch! Floored, the krieger groaned before falling onto her knees.
Suddenly another trap triggered which somehow got a pair of hooks attached to the woman's panties, causing the krieger to then suddenly be sent flying into the air!
Trapped in a devastating hanging wedgie, the krieger was helpless and she swayed in the air helplessly, holding her crotch tightly while moaning loudly in pain.
"Ughhh! Gaaaah~"
Mostly pain anyway. Now painfully aware that the catachans had booby trapped the area, Natasha snuck past the thoroughly disorientated krieger and continued on.
"How strange, you'd think they'd tell their comrades." thought Natasha as she cheekily groped a generous amount of the krieger's latex covered ass before dipping away before she noticed.
Sneaking over to a hill, Natasha was able to peer over to what appeared to be a large military outpost, not a true base but a forward base for the Imperial Guard's operations.
Sneaking past bored catachans was child's play, though Natasha was nearly found out when a jungle fighter's honed senses, well sensed her. Thankfully her friend was there to distract her when the woman gave her a surprise wedgie! With the two distracted she slipped away once again.
Once in the base proper, Natasha was able to gather some intelligence. She figured out the training regime of the Dork Korps, the kriegers patiently and meticulously doing hundreds of squats as a squad together before moving on to endurance training, where another korpwoman or eager catachan yanked the dork's panties up her booty, spanked the hell out of her bottom, or prepped her for a good ole butt thrashing with a lubed toy!
Catachans themselves she noticed often times spent their time in the barracks either having orgies, scheming of ways to humiliate the other regiments, or comparing their boob sizes.
Finally she found that the cadians appeared to be the "best" guardswomen. Though best is also stretching it. Many of the violet eyed women were barely equipped, with many of them appearing to be painfully young, barely 18 much like she was! Not to mention their lack of viable equipment, many of them wearing baggy or tight uniforms. Their white markings though denote them as whiteshields, so perhaps that was on purpose?
Natasha did not know, all she did know was that despite being quite possibly the best trained and disciplined, they appeared to be lacking most of their equipment. Missing belts, lack of lasguns, and worn clothing. The only thing they appeared to have in abundance however were absolutely gigantic and the most childish granny panties she has ever seen!
Due to their baggy fatigues, there were numerous times where Natasha was able to get a generous peek of their undergarments and she never seen so many adult women wear such a variety of rainbows, teddy bears, princess prints, and loads more! When nobody was looking she had even swiped one for herself to see!
"Made in Vostroya" Natasha read the tag in her head. Flipping the tag said "Write name here"
"Awwww this is so cuuuute!" the conscript thought, stifling her giggles before making her escape. Along the way she ran into a few other spies, each of them with their own gathered intelligence for tactics and black mail.
Now it was their time to escape...though with everything they've learned so far Natasha was feeling quite naughty admittedly. After all, the guardswomen were obviously the biggest losers in the whole galaxy! Seeing isolated pockets of guards all around her, Natasha convinced her fellow conscripts that they ought to say hello for a bit.
Of course, going in their own gear would just be begging to be turned into wedgie prisoners, they needed disguises, and good ones. The group of conscripts snuck into the Dork Corps’ armory and quickly got to work.
- - - -
Option 1: Officer on Deck! Natasha manages to find herself a very nifty Officer's uniform for the Korps!
Option 2: On your feet Maggot! Natasha lucks out! She's a lowly private!
Option 3: The conscripts are caught! An imperial notices them and raises the alarm!
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