It only took a matter of seconds for the girls to to strip down to their utter undies and dispose their uniforms to hide their presence. However, getting into the tight fitting latex uniforms of the Kreig women proved difficult.
The black latex squeaked and stretched as she pulled it up her legs, making her butt shake in front of her giggling conscripts, who were eager to ogle at her commandeered panties, which were a pair of large, pastel pink granny panties covered with little chibi princess prints in various colored glittering dresses.
“Hey, I think we need Natasha to really be in character, what kind of Kreig girl would she be without one of these?” One of the giggling conscripts laughs, pulling out a massive, black rubber dildo from one of the storage bins.
Since Natasha herself was struggling with her latex pants, she couldn’t even move her arms to protect herself, or run to get away. Soon she found herself squirming under the grips of her once trusted allies. They pull her panties down for a moment, letting her fear truly sink in.
“I-If you even think about that, I’ll screa-MMMPHM!” Her threat was quickly denied as a bright red ball gag gets shoved in her mouth, silencing her in a fit of panicked moans.
“Aaaand In we go!” The girl laughs, pressing the dildo deep up her ass in one painful thrust. It only sinks in half way on the first go, which makes Natasha’s eyes go cross with the pain and humiliation. They work it deeper and deeper, until finally it fits in without any help.
Properly plugged up, the girls finish Natasha’s outfit, pulling the latex uniform over her weakly squirming body and covering her head with a gas mask. She isn’t able to see it yet, but her rank on her sleeve is the lowly private. The rest finish getting their disguises on making sure to wear only high ranking uniforms and badges to keep themselves protected and being sure to leave the toys out of their pants, and they all get back out into the training yard with Natasha stumbling behind.
"Those traitors!" thought Natasha in pain as she waddled throughout the camp. Already she could see the disguised Astelans walking right past the guardswomen, with the Korpwomen stopping to salute while the Catachans simply ogled their booties. "I gotta admit, as tight as these are they are very, very form fitting."
Following after her fellow conscripts they made it to the perimeter of the base and there they picked their targets. Natasha along with another conscript quickly made their way towards a pair of korpwomen sentries, the gasmask wearing mooks simply standing guard before straightening up as they noticed the pair.
While it was hard to keep a straight face, Natasha was very thankful for the gasmask as though it made it hard to breathe, at least it hid her ballgag and her immense blush! Plus it muffled her moans significantly and with how the dildo was digging up her butt at the moment, she was glad for it!
"Watchmistress." nodded the two korpwomen, saluting the conscript. Natasha just knew that behind that impassive mask was a shit eating grin as the woman cleared her throat and said, "Troopers, turn around."
Without any hesitation the two korpwomen did just that, turning around immediately. "Now bend over."
Obediently they did just that as well and the conscript wasted no time peeling back their latex tights and taking a peek. The conscript had to stifle a giggle and couldn't help but grip their waistbands and pulled! Despite her lack of military training or experience, the panties still stretched a fair bit, reaching their mid back and even Natasha had to stifle her own giggle.
The two korpwomen had on a pair of frilly pink granny panties with white hearts and frilly blue granny panties with yellow stars. The names "7008-Annie" and "7013-Gwen" written on their waistband respectively.
"Troopers! You have been lax in your duties to the Empress! As your watchmistress I command you to wedgie each other right this instance!"
Nodding the two korpwomen faced eachother and without hesitation, grabbed at the other's legholes and heaved! Instantly the stretchy undergarments made their way up to their necks and within moments both korpwomen were noticeably struggling, their legs shaky and their arms wavering, with the waistband stubbornly resisting at their necks.
Natasha decided to cheekily help them out and shimmied their tights to their knees, leaving their extremely pale rears bare save for their really wedgied panties. And not only that but their incredibly large rubber dildo. "By the Empress, how can they stand such a thing?"
"Harder ladies! I want you to pull so hard even the Empress on the throne could grab them!" the disguised conscript said gleefully as the two korpwomen moved to obey.
The two korpwomen, with renewed strength at the mention of their glorious empress pulled harder, each stretching the other woman’s panties over their own heads. Finally, as their arms gave away from the exhaustion, Annie’s panties hooked over Gwen’s head, and Gwen’s to Annie respectively, locking the two in a tight dual atomic wedgie embrace.
“Very good ladies, you will remain as you are until you are relieved of your watch duty, please refrain from fixing your uniforms, as to leave a message for your replacements that we will not tolerate incompetence.” The conscript finishes as she clicks her heels together. The pair give her a very weak, shaky salute as she turns to leave them there, knowing full well it will be dusk before anyone will even hope to find them.
The pair continue to a whole Kreig platoon, who are currently busy doing their daily 3000-squats.
“Suspend your squats ladies! I have new orders for you!” The conscript pushes the TI out of the way to get the platoon’s attention. The girls immediately stand up from where are and salute in unison, their latex pants sagging from their sweat inducing exercises and reveals a field of colorful pinks, blues, purples and patterns of countless cutesy animals.
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Option 1: Sweet Sweet Infighting! Natasha organizes a friendly scrimmage with the nearby Cadians!
Option 2: No pain No gain! Natasha orders "her troops" to begin heavy "endurance training".
Option 3: Hmmmm...orders orders...what to do? Natasha struggles to create some orders
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