Editor's Note: while none of the entries in this series is tame, this one includes a picture that might be labelled Very NSFW, you've been warned
“Commander, we have contacts!”
“Bearing?”
“Uh, multiple bearings, ma’am! Wide contact arcs. First one between two-eight-one and two-eight-seven Lima Victor, distance four-one-zero meters, depth zero-two-five. Sonar image is fuzzy, ma’am, but we could be talking hundreds of pods. Second contact between three-zero-five and three-one-zero …”
“Very good, sergeant. All vehicles, full stop. Redeploy GMUs in marker formation along contact boundaries. We’ll join you shortly.”
“Yes, ma’am! Um, it’s a shame you have to stop. Watching you two has been an absolute joy!” Yes, the Commander thought, it is a shame to stop. This is too much FUN! I am in great danger of turning into my loopy lieutenant.
After the Expedition had finished recharging its fuel cells all along its multi-kilometer length, she had ordered it to resume its journey toward the southern edge of Bakersfield. Initial thermal imaging scans from the surveillance drones circling over the city indicated widespread heat sources, clustered in several places and apparently not moving. No visible signs of life at or above ground level. The city appeared deserted, and at least partially in ruins. So she felt it was time to move the whole Expedition close enough to effect widespread recovery of civilians who were likely imprisoned in the abbies’ sinister cocoons. As the convoy progressed, she had elected to join her lieutenant in the delightful task of clearing abandoned, wrecked vehicles from the road ahead.
From what her sergeant had just reported, it appeared the Expedition had already stumbled upon a large group of potential rescuees.
The Commander glanced up at the drone hovering high overhead that had its camera aimed in her direction. She had no doubt her performance as superhuman wrecking ball was being recorded, as well as watched live by numerous horny souls in the convoy. Grinning savagely, she flexed massive muscles all over her body as she brutally twisted the huge chunk of metal she still clutched in her mighty hands. A few seconds ago it had been the cab of a derelict excavator. The unstoppable muscle goddess quickly rolled the jagged remains into a tightly compressed, half-ton ball and casually tossed it to the side of the road.
“Ohhhhh, my glorious Destructress,” her sergeant moaned over her comm link. “My supreme— LOOK OUT!”
The redheaded muscle goddess whirled around just in time to have a row of metal teeth crash down onto her massive chest.
“EAT BUCKET, VILE DESTRUCTRESS!!!”
The excavator’s amputated boom spanned a wobbly arc between the Commander’s delicious breasts and a snarling lieutenant Wendy DeKalb. The bucket’s teeth sawed side-to-side, trying to chew into heaving titflesh. The Commander thrust her chest out even more, grinning wickedly. She could not help exulting in her amazing strength and invulnerability as the silly little girl masquerading as her all-powerful lieutenant lifted and lowered the boom repeatedly, trying to chop her Commander’s chest right off her body. The little girl succeeded only in mangling the poor helpless bucket and completely grinding away its once-formidable teeth.
The Commander’s grin faded as she continued to watch her lieutenant amuse herself with the excavator boom.
It doesn’t matter how strong she is, the Commander thought. She should be falling on her face with all the weight she’s holding in front of her. She’s clearly manifesting the anchoring power now, and she isn’t even aware she’s doing it. Looks like I will have to have “the talk” with her very soon …
Noticing the serious expression on her superior’s face, Wendy paused her attempts to slice her adversary in half. The Commander suddenly grinned, grabbed the bucket, and gave it a good hard yank. The boom separated at its elbow like a snapping wishbone, accompanied by the lovely sound of ripping steel.
“I got the longer piece!” the excited lieutenant yelled as she hopped up and down, waving her half of the boom around like a baton. “I get to make a wish!”
She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled dreamily. A delicious scene played in her mind with the Commander and herself having their way with the Commander’s sexy, well endowed, muscle-worshipping staff sergeant. In the vivid mindporn, Amy DiCaprio moaned and heaved helplessly as her delicious breasts were hungrily sucked by tireless mouths and her pussy lips were stroked and stretched by fingers powerful enough to crush the strongest materials known to mankind …
Wendy’s eyes snapped open. “Wish made,” she moaned.
Placing the ragged end of the boom against her chest, Wendy pulled the thick steel inward against herself, crushing it against her body. Then she heaved the mangled remains to join the shredded debris piled alongside the road for the Expedition’s recycler trucks to collect.
The Commander quickly crumpled her half of the boom into a jagged ball and tossed it into the recycle pile as well.
“Okay, lieutenant. Fun’s over for now. You’ve probably noticed that the convoy has stopped. Contacts all around us. Time to get to work!”
She tapped her earlobe with her fingertip, activating her comm link’s microphone.
“Hundreds, sergeant?”
“Per contact, ma’am,” the sergeant eagerly responded. “Seven contacts total. Wouldn’t surprise me if we find even more beyond our present search area.”
“Very well. Deploy all defense teams, same pattern as before. The lieutenant and I will go investigate.”
“Yes, ma’am! By the way, I am so happy that you survived the lieutenant’s nefarious attack.” The Commander snorted. “Mere steel cannot penetrate the mighty Destructress’s all-powerful chest,” she replied huskily as she thrust said chest outward for the sergeant to gape at, through the nearby drone’s video feed.
“Ohhhhhh …” the sergeant moaned over the link before disconnecting.
Wendy sidled up alongside her superior (and frequent lover). Bulging triceps deliberately rubbed against bulging triceps.
“More cocoons to harvest, Commander?”
“More than we can handle ourselves, most likely.” “And more abbies to fight?”
“They haven’t disappointed us yet, lieutenant. Oh, please don’t …” “SQUEEEEE!!!” Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb rubbed her hands gleefully.
“… do that.”
The raven-haired muscle goddess beamed at the redhead, anxious to go forth and play some more.
“Employ some more of that creative destruction you do so well, lieutenant, and try to take a few more abbies alive. The more specimens we have to play with back at base, the better. Follow me”
The Commander started to walk away from the convoy, toward the nearest of the contacts the sergeant had told her about. The lieutenant fell into step immediately behind.
Leaving the road, they crossed a dried-up irrigation channel, then found themselves at the edge of an apparently abandoned farm. In the distance, the old farmhouse’s doors and windows were missing, and the roof sagged, with parts of it completely missing. The big barn nearby was in similar condition, though it had a few of its doors still intact. An old John Deere tractor sat rusting on huge rotted tires.
“Is that a …?” Wendy asked as she skipped ahead, aiming for a black net stretched between two sagging poles, in the middle of a parched expanse of dirt in front of the dilapidated barn.
“Badminton?” inquired the Commander as she strode up behind.
“Volleyball!” the lieutenant responded cheerfully as she looked around for something to …
“There!”
Wendy walked quickly to a large spherical tank that sat on thick struts sunk into the hard soil next to the barn. A pipe protruded from the side of the tank and disappeared through the barn’s wooden wall. But not for long: Wendy sank her fingers into the tank’s thick steel surface and lifted the whole thing up over her head, the struts tearing away from the tank’s bottom with a cacophony of metallic shrieks and the pipe shearing off like a big overcooked noodle.
“Let’s play!” cried the little girl that had taken over the lieutenant’s mighty muscle body yet again. She skipped gaily to a position that put the tattered net between herself and her Commander.
“Not now, lieutenant! We need to …”
“Come on, just a quickie!” She balanced the half-ton sphere on the palm of one hand, flung it up in the air, then slapped the palm of her other hand against its side, sending it flying over the net with a loud SPANG!
Rolling her eyes, the Commander put her hands up and easily batted the heavy sphere back toward her bouncing lieutenant. Wendy slammed the thing back across the net, and her opponent returned it. The poor tank rapidly deformed, with muscle goddess handprints clearly visible on its sides and bits of protruding metal flying off as the giant “volleyball” sailed back and forth.
Finally, the lieutenant gave the ball such a hard smack that it skipped across her superior’s fingertips and embedded itself in the old tractor with a mighty crash.
“I win!!!” The lieutenant waved her thickly muscled arms above her head and pranced about.
Shaking her head and suppressing a giggle, the Commander turned and strode past the side of the barn. “Come, lieutenant. The cavern should be this way.”
Passing the barn, they entered farmland that clearly had not received the necessary care and feeding in some time. The two muscle goddesses swept their arms from side to side like scythes to clear a path through the dense jungle of dried-up cornstalks. Occasionally they encountered things that were definitely not organic, as their muscle-packed arms smashed through concrete cylinders and thick iron standpipes. Wendy took great joy in yanking one huge pipe out of the ground and using it to scythe her way through the cornstalks, before ripping it to shreds above her head. Soon after that, she encountered another one, which she also tore out of the ground. Grasping one end of it, she held it horizontally in front of her, then rammed its other end into her Commander’s puffed-out chest.
