Black: Queen's Bishop f5 x d3

Elite Rangers were some of the best of the best that could be deployed in the field. Light skinsuit clad women with long flowing synthcloaks that could be used for stealth and to turn them invisible, chameleon fields in their attire that could match to surroundings, enhanced sensors and comms in their light flexarmor.. Their attire provided more protetion than most heavy armors while letting the biogenetically enhanced women move as if they were wearing nothing. Heavy multi-use weapons on thier back as modular rifles and close ranged melee equipment and shields

(Why yes, they're basically Nova from Starcraft and Zero Suit Samus)

Janette, the leader of the group that had come over to the starport was essentially strolling. There to be seen and perhaps even to help. Listening in on the commnet for information. Quietly chatting with the other girls in her group on occasion. All were gorgeous. Like they had been put in a mold and forged from it in ways that were too divinely perfect. A tradition of princesses of the old warrior lines that had to prove themselves in feats of strength and power to earn their title. Each of the elite Rangers had gone through the grueling rights of adulthood and attainment for nobility and the not quite as grueling ranger school where they had been pushed and honed to finely made weapons. True repulsorjets in their boots allowed for full flight capabilities and cobmat in zero-gee.

But on a long term garrison deployment permanently attached toa core garrison brigade instead of a field unit, complacency had set in. No field operation sfor more than a year beyond training and the occasional attachment to a platoon engaged in a light search mission had ended up increasing their innate arrogance to higher levels. Training was maintained rather than enhanced, and lack of combat had dulled thier edge a bit. Fights broke out between Rangers and women who did not hae a chance with them, they had constant discipline issues.. After one of the Rangers had gone for a mostly unwanted liason with the Brigader General that had ended with her having multiple bruises and black eyes that Janette had told her 'nice choice' after her squadmate had tried to make a pass, they had been stuck on menial things like this.

So, Janette and the several eleemnts of elite Rangers with her would just lazily sweep around. Separated by several hundred meters from the rest of the unit by intent or just coincidence. Moving in struts more relegated to noble superiority than battlefield utilitarianism. Curves straining at skintight synthsuits and the ladies looking like they were forged from marble.

Janette' shelmet would retract, the nanites sliding back into the hem of her suit as she would sigh. "Anything on sweep check?" Making at least an attempt to do what she was uspposed to for this menial operation. Sure, there were Aliens but it was -hardly- anything dangerous. But they had to make a pretense.

Jezza Belle, another of the girls with an even more exaggerated hourglass form than most of the tohers, would shake her head. "Nothing from Tac Net, just a few shootings wtih Hatchlings and some casualties." Janette would shake her head as if bored. Maybe they could try and sweep the ship.. But, they wouldn't be permitted to do that because they might have -fun-. Nevermind that they hadn't gotten to shoot something that wasn't in a training operation since they had been put on Core Duty..

Jezza Belle and the remainder of the more than dozen girls would be lightly grouping up. What would look more like a pinup formation readying to parade on a catwalk would indicate the sloppiness the girls had fallen to, as much as the others might appreciate the morale boost.. So it would be with a disappointed sigh from one of the patrolling squads when the Rangers uniformally would turn in direction..

So with their general lackadaisical paying of attention and the fact every fireteam in the area was looking -at- tehir curves.. The sudden SMASH up from the ground as the horde of burrowers that had taken notice of the isolated prey would smash up and over, digging a hole right underneath the group of Rangerettes and catching them by complete surprise! Even with that the Rangers would try to activate their grav bots to launch themselves as the ground undreneath them collapsed, going to try and switch over to their weapons to fight at close quarters.

But with loud squeals of surprise all of the dozen or more would be yanked on underground, to close quarters where the burrowers had all the advantages on top of surprise. Janette would attempt to unleash the grid saber on one wrist and the shield in another as a burrower would simply charge at her, hitting her in the stomach and flatttening her over. Her synthsuit would strain, her massive chest pressing to it as she would fall back, stunned. Her suit couldn't quite protect her from kinetic impact. Then her wrists would be pinned to the side of her head, and her ankles would likewise be spread wide. Her suit's nanites would fritz; unable to quickly use the built in electronic systems.

Gyrating wildly, Janette would attempt to thrash and push the bug off her, but it had her down firm. The bug would then go to extend a claw down the center of her uniform, and with a F-TOING the skintight outfit would split down the middle, Janette's enormous breasts popping out, already perking in the cold. The skinsuit didn't have on anything beneath it. As Janette would open her mouth, the burrower would **** a probe into it, secreting a rathe rpotent **** designed to be a paralytic cocktail to help induce submission in prey. Not normally used outside of the hive itself, such dangerous prey needed to be taken down quickly.

Her huge tits bared to the cold underground air, Janette would snarl as the **** would hit her. It would take a few moments for her bio-enhanced body to filter them out, and until then she was **** and in a daze. The light claws of the burrower would dig to fleshy, heavy nipples as despite herself Janette would let out a groan as her nipples would perk up. Heavily sensitive thanks to the ****, she would unconsciously shift to give the bug better access to her heaving, heavy breasts. Pumping up. Her spread legs would be weakly held out in a half splits.

Jezza Belle could only look at the rest of the girls wiht a sort of fawning horror on their faces as their moans, weak and heavy would start to fill the tunnel. Her own rather ample backside, meaty asscheeks digging nito the ground as a proboscis from the burrower would go to twist up to take her pucker. Thickening, going to grow out and rotate in, twisting back and forth like a corkscrew as it would start to drill and ream her ass, it bouncing on the floor.

Kitty, a voluptuous, limber blonde wiht long hair and porcelain fine skin would be thrust up, her legs spread, eyes wide as the burrower would put out two 'suckers' towards her engorged nipples. A shot of hormones given to ehr tits that was designed to help initiate fertility would have her eyes rolling back into her head as her nipples would be latched onto. She would leg out a groan as they would start to yield up their bounty, swelling and wobbling.

Betsy, a purple haired stealth specialist with an olive skintone would have her arms pulled up behind her back, on her knees leaning forwards, her lips filled over with one proboscis from an alien, deluded mind starting to have her suck on it as her hips would press back to meet each thrust going from the corkscrewing cock drilling her twat, it twisting over and wildly pressing in like a snake in heat.

Morrigan, a green haired wickedly playful woman that enjoyed being a tease would be groaning, hanging up and pinned to the wall with her arms pressed behind her, her legs up and spread at her sides, her mouth open and sucking on one end of a tendril as she would be deep throating it, cooing in pleasure as **** hit her, a prehenstile tendril going to see-saw in and out of her cunt in rapid strokes, hilting in her with each pump upwards, her mind clouded wtih pleasure.

Belle, a girl famed for having 'the best butt in the brigade' and despite all of the immense training she had gone through had a degree of soft, jiggling padding to her posterior was pressed up against the wall facing forwrds, tits squished against it and rapid 'swats' going to her buns. Leaving clawmarks up and down her asscheeks, her letting out loud wails of pleasure with each paddle, her unconsciously and wildly thrusting her hindquarters out to meet each loud spank upon her.

Jessica, the curviest girl in the squad that had such ane xaggerated hourglass to make every girl think she was definitely packing biogenetic enhancements of a different kind, with her fire engine red hair, the one that had made a pass at the brigader general herself, was hanging in midair. One leg lifted up and over her head, the other down towards the ground in a total 180 degree splits, her hands up above her, was being reamed silly. A tenta-cock from one of the Hatchling groups that had joined the Burrowers to help extricate the prime breeding meat thrusting to her throat, two more wrapped around her jiggling tits while one pumped between them, two more hammering her ass and her cunt as she would let out wild, whimpering moans of humiliating pleasure as digits would press to her clit, shockwaves going through her as her body would yield.

Gloria, a teenage looking tempest with pale skin, dark lips, and long black silky hair was hanging upsides down, wrists on the ground, ankles up in the air held together as her jiggling backside would be split wide as it was drilled by one of the burrowers that had climbed 'up' her to press a tendril to her ass while it's needly 'tongue' hit her cunt, the ridges and small spikes on it delving in and out and occasionally putting a near spark to her clit.

All of the girls of the Rangerette Amazon Princess Brigade would be squealing with pleasure. Janette going to groan as she was spread, hammered, and then feeling the secretion from -something- spasming up in her pussy groaning, "No, stop, going to.." The howl of pleasure that would be released from her would be enough to signal the end as her body would be brutalized and stomped by pleasure and enhanced by the ****. The other girls of the group likewise doing so and being at least temporarily broken.

Wills shattered by **** and pleasure, standing up now they would be given over to a group of Hatchlings that would maintain the psychic 'control' of them from the heavy blsts of ****, ichor, and fertility agents that the girls had been bathed in. Sure they couldn't 'seed' the girls themselves but they could get them ready. Wrists hooked overhead, a long metal beam that they were 'hooked' to and carrying along wrists were tethered to, the women would go along in single file, sobbing and disoriented, under psychic domination as they would head deeper underground back towards the primary hive where they would be the greatest 'breeders' taken of the day.. Unless the command post could be, signifying a total defeat of the Defenders. Soft moans vanishing to the darkness while the burrowers would dive to dig another subtunnel, going for mor eprey..

And worst of all to morale, the helmet comm recorders would have recorded the entire scenario from multiple angles and broadcast it to a horrified command even as jammed signals would preven any team from getting underground in time to fight off the bugs before a sacrificial group of Hatchlings could delay them. And by the time a fireteam got in, all there would be was sexual body secretions, shorn up combat synthsuits, destroyed equipment.. And the worst of a scenario of defeat for the powerful, sexual women that was like something out of horrible nightmares of old. Of course, any defeat could be temporary, and could be escaped and rallied.

No matter what, the aliens would pay dearly for thier defilement.

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