“The Cadians are assembling a scrimmage in the west plaza, they will be expecting us to be there and geared up for mock combat. I don’t think us Kreig women need such a disgraceful handicap. Instead, we will immediently make way to the west plaza, and initiate combat with out bare hands, and show the Empress who are her true daughters!” She raises her fist up, driving them into a cheering frenzy, the same frenzy of a battle line ready to change into a bulletstorm.
“About face!” She calls out, making all women turn around. “And forward!” The platoon marches in unison, eager for wedgie filled combat on some completely unsuspecting cadians.
“Oh and where do you think you’re going?” said the conscript, causing Natasha to blink in surprise a surprise her fellow Astelan grabbed her arm.
“Do your duty? For the Empress!” and leaning in closer, she whispered, “Natasha try to make sure it’s as chaotic as possible, the girls and I will try to strip the place clean of intel.”
Knowing damn well that Natasha wouldn’t be able to object, she shoved her forward and the conscript waddled after her “comrades”. Along the way they relieved the sentries nearby, and Natasha found herself side by side with Gwen and Annie again! The two still had their tights around their ankles and they waddled awkwardly together, their panties still firmly glued to each other’s perspective heads.
Natasha admit, she was pretty impressed that they were still stoically carrying on their duty despite the stacked odds. As the platoon made their way into the camp proper, the cadians predictably were quite confused.
“Huh? Kriegers? What are you la-eeep! My fatigues!” said one cadian as the sergeant tried to figure out what was going on. The kriegers at the front simply tore right into her! They ripped opened her blouse and began groping her breasts while others stripped her pants right off her!
“Oh no! Not again! Battle stations! For Cadia and the throneworld!” shouted one guarddwoman and the “scrimmage” was on! Predictably the luck of the two sentries continued and they were swiftly defeated, having already been atomic wedgied and pantsed, it was trivial for a few cadians to bring both korpwomen over their knees and begin spanking their pale rears!
All around her there was pandemonium and Natasha dodged the wild guardswomen brawling it out! Even a few catachans began eagerly joining in to help out their favorite latex wearing dorks!
As the Catachans joined the fray, what was once a rather even fight turned into a very one sided battle. The Kreigers were getting a second wind as their panties were ripped and torn about, driving through the pain as they shredded what little the Cadians had on.
The leadership of the Cadian platoon howled in pain, as the sergeant was being used as a tug of war rope, both the front and back of her large, yellow granny panties covered with large white daisies was being heaved by two bloodthirsty Catachan girls.
However, as the Kreigers began to win their battle and outnumber the still struggling Cadians, the jungle fighters once again turned their allegiance. A heavy shove knocks Natasha to the floor with a grunt, and as she struggled to pull herself to her knees, the tight latex leggings get pulled down to the middle of her thighs, once again exposing her princess panties.
“Huh, her ass doesn’t look as pale as a Dorkwoman.” The Catachan behind her notes with a raised eyebrow. Regardless of her minor confusion, she still gripped the frilly pink panties with both hands, and heaves up hard, driving both fabric and dildo deep up Natasha’s ass, unleashing a torrent of muffled moans and squeals through her gagged, mask covered mouth.
“She still squeals like one though, miss... Natasha? Where are your numbers?” The Catachan continues, pulling up and seeing only Natasha’s name on her tag, a dangerous flaw in the Astelan’s disguise.
"Quick! Think of an excuse!" unfortunately for Natasha however she still had her ball-gag on and without being able to move her mask, she was helpless to cover her ass, literally! "Mffph! Mffphhh! Mfffphhhh!"
"...hey hold on a momeeeeEEEK!" the catachan was interrupted as a krieger got the jump on her! The korpwoman was none other then Annie, missing her other half Gwen not that she seemed to care however. The stoic korpwoman yanked hard on the catachan's purple thong, the stretchy, skimpy undergarments easily reaching her neck! Being of catachan make, it's unlikely it would rip anytime soon, not that the jungle fighter seemed to mind it seems.
"Ooooohhh~ Ahhhhhh~!" with her attacker a panting pansy, Natasha managed to crawl away from the pair before she was stopped again, this time by a pair of cadians as they hauled the krieger up.
Perhaps due to being inexperienced whiteshields having too much fun humiliating their own comrades, they failed to spot the discrepancies in her disguise. Instead they simply brought another krieger along and Natasha couldn't help but blush and scream underneath her gag.
She was forced to stand and her panties were wedgied up higher again, with her feet pulled apart to spread her cheeks! Then unceremonally the krieger they were accosting had her mask removed off her face to hang around her neck and was shoved right between Natasha's rear!
"MFFFPH!" squealed Natasha as she tried to get rid of the face in her booty, to little avail. The cadians laughed and finished the job by giving the krieger's panties a brutal yank, stretching it over to Natasha's head and removed her mask and helm.
Perhaps it was due to how burning hot red her face was, but the whiteshields didn't seem to notice that she wasn't a pale skinned, blue eyed, blond haired bimbo and just stretched the other krieger's panties firmly over her face!
Soon Natasha's vision was replaced with floral patterns and lots of pink, white, and blue! With her helmet shoved back on, she was stuck in a centaur wedgie, her only luck being that she wasn't the bottom at least! "But damn do these panties smell! Yuck..."
Groaning, Natasha's knees threatened to collapse but she soldiered on. While half blind, she knew she could escape and she marched forward, with her "bottom" doing the same! Hopefully the conscript could escape, maybe get out of this centaur wedgie, and maybe have some extra fun with her "comrade"!
The Kreiger was eager to keep her face buried in between Natasha’s sweaty cheeks, for it is the highest dishonor for a woman of Kreig to have her face revealed to anyone at all, so Natasha’s bubbly rump was the best available alternative for poor Annie.
Natasha blindly marched around the chaos, earning Annie dozens of spanks on her pale, defenseless rump as they went, quickly turning her white cheeks a cute cherry red with every slap.
‘They have to be done by now.’ Natasha thinks to herself, noting that the sounds of battle and stretching fabric was beginning to die down as more and more soldiers fired themselves out from their infighting.
‘Time to ditch the baggage.’ Natasha led the pair away from the fighting, and behind one of the barracks. She unfastens the frilly waistband from her brow, and pulls away from the whimpering Kreigwoman, who desperately was trying to cover her face. Natasha answered her silent begging as she pulled the stretched out fabric over her chin, and gave her the mask she desired with another atomic wedgie.
Natasha looks down at her state of undress, her gas mask lost from the centaur wedgie and her pants stretched and limply holding on at the ankles of her black high heeled boots.
- - - -
Option 1: Time to Bail! Natasha decides to ditch the disguise and try to escape.
Option 2: Becoming the Mask. Natasha shrugs and keeps the disguise. Surely she can play it off as training exercise?
Option 3: What to do...? Natasha struggles to figure out what to do next.
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