Amelia strips

What kind of game were they playing? Amelia was one of your inner circle. She was also one of your biggest supporters and you knew she held you in high regard. When her wife had been diagnosed with a rare condition that rendered her sterile and infertile you'd been the one she confided in. When she had nearly thrown away her career by punching a lieutenant colonel in the face for disparaging her about it, you had been the one who'd saved it. The very idea that she would even consider that you wouldn't win the war eventually was preposterous to you. Amelia knew you didn't lose.

You watched in satisfaction as the two minutes continued to tick away. Grateful for her faith in you. Now that you'd been reassured about her fate you'd called Stella and told her to link up with the remains of Amelia's forces and escort them back to base. The enemy reinforcements arrived after the first minute of the ultimatum, and they were gathering up Amelia's forces who hadn't been extracted. You felt bad about them, they weren't being given the same opportunity as Amelia but there wasn't anything you could do for them right now. You could try to rescue them later if the enemy didn't lift them up to their ships. They would probably all be already be impregnated by then however, meaning they would be out of service for a while even if you could get them out.

As you were thinking this you noticed your view moved upwards, letting you look down at the forces arrayed around Amelia, for a second you thought she had jumped for some reason before your sight moved to the right and then down, coming level just above the ground. Oh no. This was NOT happening. Amelia hadn't just removed her helmet, there was no reason for it. You tried to reason that perhaps there had been some kind of bug, an issue that required her to take it off, maybe a static shock? You couldn't deceive yourself any longer as her armored top fell to the ground in front of the camera. Amelia was stripping.

"Good choice." You felt sick as you heard the major speak again. Confirming what was going on. "Diaz go ahead and be my camerawoman. I'm pretty sure we've got an audience. Even if we don't it'll still be a killer video." Your view suddenly pitched to the side as someone, Diaz, picked the helmet up and moved to the side. Diaz got a few paces away before turning the camera to reveal the scene in full. Amelia had already stripped out of her bottom armor and stood wearing her chosen suit undergarments. A two piece set of synthetic cloth that covered her from the neck down. As she removed her top letting her B cup breasts feel the open air. Her nipples hardened in the cool 15 degree Celsius, or 59 degree Fahrenheit as some in the UCA would say, air. You could see her take a deep breath before similarly removing her bottoms, revealing her flaccid 6 inch member. She closed her eyes and sat down, before lowering her back to the cool ground and spreading her legs. Diaz moved in for a close up, showing Amelia's tight flower to the world.

Amelia was no virgin, either her wife or a past girlfriend had taken care of that, but it was obvious she was usually the one on the giving end. Diaz gave a similar closeup to the rest of Amelia's bared lightly tanned skin before moving back, she turned the camera to face Caroline who was stepping from her own undergarments. The first thing you noticed about the major was her hair, it was blue with purple streaks, it didn't go down past her neck but it matched her eyebrows. Under those was a set of normal blue eyes. The nipples on her D cup breasts were erect with the cold. As she walked towards Amelia you could see they weren't the only things erect. Her cock was large, easily ten inches long and it was almost as thick as your wrist. Diaz made sure to catch Amelia's concerned expression as she looked at it.

"Do you like it? Don't worry I'll make it fit. You married?" Caroline asked as she positioned herself over your submitting captain. Amelia nodded in response, her eyes still glancing down at the shaft now, resting against her own, showing the size difference more starkly. "Nothing like a married woman. Don't worry, after you have my first one, I'll put another in you to bring back to her. It'll be a great souvenir." Caroline taunted as she reached down to start rubbing at Amelia's pussy. Rather than looking abashed or embarrassed like the major was intending, Amelia gave a slight smile. Her wife's condition had led the two to agree to keep any children of Amelia's rather than turn them over to family assignment. They had presumed that Amelia would be the one siring the children but her expression showed that she wasn't opposed to going back with one.

Caroline was obviously confused at the slight hope she saw in Amelia's face but she wasn't going to question it as she brought up her hand, now slick with Amelia's juices. "Ooh, you like that idea don't you? Taking my cock, letting me breed you again and again. Going home and making your wife raise the second one. I bet you'll hunt me down afterward, try and get your cock in my pussy." The major slowly brought her wet fingers down to rub Amelia's breasts. "Then you'll get bent over again and i'll put another one in you. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Amelia obviously didn't have any objections to that idea, you wrote a note for her to get a psychological evaluation as soon as she returned to friendly hands.

The major was obviously done with just the talk. She moved herself down slightly and slowly pressed her tip against Amelia's waiting pussy. Despite her crass demeanor the major obviously wasn't trying to cause any pain as she gradually pressed inside. Amelia's cock was fully erect now and the major stroked it in order to help Amelia relax to make the going easier. You saw as Amelia took inch after inch, a look of pleasure on her face. To your surprise, Amelia actually managed to take the major all the way to the base. Giving a small moan of pleasure as she was fully stuffed. The major took this opportunity to place your captain's idle hands on her breasts as she leaned in and gave her a kiss that was willingly returned. They parted after a moment with a string of saliva connecting them as the major began a slow pace of thrusting that gradually increased. Despite her situation, or because of it, Amelia was obviously enjoying herself and made it known with her gasps and groans much to the entertainment of the onlookers who turned their external mikes on to cheer on their leader.

"Give it to her Major!"

"Fuck her hard!"

"Fuck her until she's so full of cum she blows up like a balloon and she shoots off your cock like a rocket and flies everywhere spreading a shower of cum over everything!" As one everyone turned to look at where that came from. Even Caroline stopped to turn her head to the speaker. It was one of the archers. Her hand raised up in an encouraging fist. Seeing that everyone else had gone silent and turned to face her, even some of Amelia's captured soldiers who had to turn their whole bodies to do it, she slowly lowered her hand. "I mean uh. Give it to her good!" She shouted putting her fist back up looking around for support. One of the soldiers near her, obviously someone used to this, shook her head and put an arm around the archer's shoulder. She led her away quickly.

After an awkward moment, Caroline restarted her thrusting. The mood had obviously been disturbed but she quickly regained it as she nibbled on Amelia's left nipple, that small action obviously sending her over the edge as her body convulsed. Her cock shooting out strings of cum that were trapped between their bodies. Caroline had obviously been waiting for this as after a few more thrusts she went all the way in and locked lips with Amelia as she unleashed a river of cum inside her.

As she continued her tongue wrestling Caroline gave Diaz a hand signal. The feed went black a moment later.

Status:
1000 civilians
9803 soldiers
Sierra, Balia and Tess accounted for.
Amelia captured and fucked