You are prepared for breeding.

With the raid reaching a negotiated conclusion the Viking victors set about preparing to evacuate their forces to the ships in orbit. Looking about you as Aslaug and Rune lead you towards the waiting dropships you can see medics from the Swiss Conglomerate reviving those who had fallen in the conflict. The Viking fallen faced no worse fate than jokes and friendly mockery from their luckier sisters before shouldering their arms and heading to the evac points. For your own sisters of the African Directorate however as they were unlocked from their frozen armour each was claimed, stripped naked and collared as you had been.

"Move along sweetie." Aslaug calls back over her shoulder and gives a tug on your chain leash. "Rune and I have some fun in store for you."

You pick up your pace glancing right and left to share embaressed glances with your former comrades likewise trailing naked and collared behind their new mistresses. It comes as something of a relief to see that nearly all of your captive sisters are having as little success in repressing their arousal as yourself. The cocks of your defeated kin as they are led away range from semi erect to rock hard, the sight arouses you despite your defeat and you feel your impressive shaft throb achingly as it hardens further and a wet heat in your virgin cunt beneath.

The short trip back to the fleet in the dropships is over quickly and the victorious raiders disembark onto the carriers with their prizes in tow. Some of your sisters are led by a single Viking, some by pairs like yourself and in a few instances fortunate raiders lead two or even three naked Zulu warriors. The Swiss medics are waiting as the raiding party and prisoners return and the two Vikings lead you to one.

"Breeder?" The dark haired Swiss asks Aslaug.

"Nice of you to offer poppet, one for our Zulu sweetie too please." Aslaug jokes and the smaller medic blushes furiously.

The medic pulls a hypospray from her beltpouch and touches it to your shoulder with a hiss of compressed air. There is only a slight tingle in your flesh, but you know that now nanites are coursing through your system and disabling the contraceptive implants that all active military personell are required to have. Within minutes you will be fertile and ready to be impregnated by your mistresses.

"Hah, first in the queue for a playroom Aslaug." Rune informs the redhead. "I pooled our allowance so we have two hours alone with sweetie here. Reckon she will be carrying for one or both of us before the time is up."

The big blonde Viking's words both frighten and excite you, it seems they intend to waste as little time as possible before fucking you and planting their seed in your fertile womb.