The First Prisoner

When you got back to the base Farah's mouth literally dropped open as she saw what had become of her drone army. Especially when she saw how small your forces really were.

"How did- What- How!"

You placed the shocked prisoner down against a tree, pleased at her reaction. "They messed with the best." You said with a smile as you took off your helmet. Glad to finally let your hair out. The armor was very good at dealing with sweat and dirt but it the light breeze still felt good on your skin.

"I bet being the best doesn't matter much to the ones my Vivas got!" She challenged, obviously hating the smug look on your face. "The kids will be fine but I bet their mothers won't tell them who the sire was!"

"True. If your Vivas had gotten anyone that might be a real concern." You said casually as you started stripping out of the rest of your suit. It felt good to let your breasts out.

"Don't lie! I saw the readings! At least one of my bots went to breeding altitude!"

"Yes, and the soldier who shot that one down will have some very strong words for the person who sent a robot to try and kidnap her sister. Fortunately for you, they're both out cold right now." You finally managed to get the last of your armor off. Setting it to the side neatly. "I'll make sure to send them your way when they wake up."

Mia took this chance to come over. "Taking first dibs I presume?" She asked

"Rank hath its privileges."

"You know, military tradition usually says the highest rank should go last."

"That's for meals Mia. Not slaves." You rolled your eyes, stripping out of your underclothes, you'd waited long enough and now you stood naked, the fresh air feeling nice after so long spent in your suit. "Go and get one of the collars and you can go next."

You had never seen anyone in heavy armor move so quickly