Editor's Note: like the previous chapter this one containes some very graphic images of sex, this is your first and only NSFW warning
“Commander?”
“Mmmmm hmmmm?”
“Did I kill the sergeant, or was that your fault?”
Commander Barbara Wallace opened her eyes and lifted her face out of the huge breast that had been squished around one side of it. She peered down at the naked body of her staff sergeant, Amy DiCaprio. Then she pressed two fingers against the busty blonde’s neck, feeling for a pulse.
“No, our dear sergeant is not dead yet. Clearly, we have not been trying hard enough.” >The Commander gently pressed her thumb against Amy’s eyelid and slid it upward, revealing one dilated pupil that focused on nothing.
“She’s still out cold. What’s our score now?”
Lieutenant Wendy DeKalb, the sergeant’s second tormenter, released her mouthful of delicious Amy titflesh and laughed. “Sorry, Commander! I lost count hours ago. We’ve chewed her out, what, eight times? Twelve? Twenty? Commander, she’s an insatiable lunatic!”
Wendy plunged her face into the sergeant’s huge breast yet again, sucking its swollen nipple deep into her mouth where it belonged.
Unlike me, the breast-crazed muscle goddess thought happily. I’m not an insatiable lunatic. Oh no … “Well, lieutenant, she seems reasonably sated for the moment. Let us share the delights of the sergeant’s excellent nipples again …”
The Commander and her lieutenant pressed their mouths together, with the sergeant’s twin torpedoes squished in between.
Tongue lashed against tongue, faster, harder …
Wendy suddenly drew back, her eyes wide. The Commander read her stunned expression and grinned. “It’s about time you figured it out, lieutenant.”
“The sergeant has turned super!” Wendy exclaimed. She gingerly poked her tongue at the thick nipple she had crushed against the Commander’s tongue a few seconds ago with enough force to shatter marble. Then she plunged her face into that entire tit again and gave it a superwoman megasuck.
“I don’t think she has become stronger,” the Commander observed. “At least not yet. But she’s definitely invulnerable. We have been chewing on her like we were eating the armored walls of this van. You didn’t even realize you have been doing so until just now.”
The Commander plunged her own mouth into Amy’s other breast, and the two muscle goddesses feasted in silence for several minutes, each trying earnestly to out-suck the other. Amy’s thick nipples amazingly failed to end up inside the muscle goddesses’ lungs.
“But how?” Wendy asked after releasing titflesh from her mouth with a jiggly plop. “Did we do this to her?”
The Commander gave Amy’s swollen nipple another playful tug with her teeth before responding. The force she applied to it with her jaws would have ripped the nut right off a thick metal bolt.
“That is the million-credit question, isn’t it? I am certain that it’s not simply coincidence. Her proximity to us, or at least to me, must have had something to do with it. Exchange of bodily fluids, magic breath, who can say at this point? I started ‘playing’ with her the evening after our convoy of delights left the base, and observed significant changes in her sleep pattern and stamina almost immediately afterward.”
“But what about my girls back at base? Leigh and Carol? I’ve been chewing them out for weeks now! I don’t think they’ve turned super.”
The Commander raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Wendy bit her lip. “Well, I admit I haven’t tried to test them. I don’t have that much confidence in my intuition about that sort of thing. ‘Oh! Ooops! So sorry I killed you. I was just trying to see if you’ve turned invulnerable on me …’” The Commander smirked as her fingers played with Amy’s other delicious nipple. “Well then, lieutenant, that will be a research task for you to take on when we return. We cannot have brand new supers running around the base exploring new powers on their own, with no guidance from us.” A deep moan issued from a full-lipped source between the two muscle goddesses. The massive breasts underneath their groping fingers heaved.
Sergeant Amy DiCaprio gazed up at her two amazing lovers with undisguised adoration mixed with savage lust. Her hands reached up and dug into her lovers’ hair, then clenched into fists. As she tried to pull their heads down her body toward her slightly spread thighs, her lips (the ones surrounding her mouth) formed one single rasping word:
“MORE!!!”
The Commander looked at Wendy. Wendy looked at the Commander. They both wanted exactly the same thing …
“Sergeant,” the Commander said to her slavering sex toy, “I think it’s time for your ‘come to Jesus’ moment. Prepare to be amazed.”
Springing to her feet beside Amy’s already damaged bed, the Commander scooped up the super busty sergeant in her massive arms. Roaring with savage hunger, the mighty redhead leaped right through the van’s armored steel wall, totally unconcerned as the sergeant’s head and legs slammed against the razor-sharp edges of the shredded metal. She carried her plaything across the road and into the desert beyond. Wendy gleefully followed right behind, grabbing fistfuls of the van’s blasted wall as she passed through the gaping hole, for no reason but to add to the delightful destruction.
Soon thereafter, the moaning and screaming sergeant enjoyed her first crater-making experience, her voluptuous body employed as the hammerhead against the helpless desert ground beneath the pistoning crotchageddon of two mindless musclebeasts.
The Commander reached through the huge ragged hole in the side of Zero-Zero-Five and deposited her staff sergeant’s sweaty naked body back on her bed. The busty blonde flumped down on her face and stomach, pancaking her breasts across the ripped mattress. Once again, she was utterly passed out.
On the road behind her Commander, Wendy turned and started to walk toward the lead vehicle of the encamped Expedition containing the Commander’s mobile office. The latter, however, reached out and grabbed her upper arm.
“Hold on, lieutenant. We need our new leotards first!” Wendy giggled as she suddenly remembered that she and her Commander were still stark naked. They had been so ever since the Echo Charlie bomb had vaporized their old outfits right off their super muscle bodies.
The Commander touched her finger to her ear, activating the comm link that was thankfully still wedged deep inside her ear canal.
“Private Andrews! Are you near Zero-Zero-One?”
“I’m in Zero-Zero-One, ma’am! The sarge posted me here early this morning, as soon as she saw you and the lieutenant heading toward her quarters. I guess she …”
“Understood, private. I need you to fetch something for me.” A few minutes later, the eager private came jogging up in full fatigues, carrying a box. He tried very hard to not stare at his superiors’ magnificent naked bodies (or the equally magnificent body of the still passed-out Sarge) as the Commander ripped the box open and pulled out their new replacement leotards. As the two ladies donned their new outfits, the Commander rattled off a series of orders to the flustered soldier, including the task of arranging for a repair crew to patch up the mangled wall of Zero-Zero-Five. Then she ordered him to return to Zero-Zero-One to resume his post.
Now dressed in their new (and apparently more revealing) nanofiber leotards, the two muscle goddesses set off toward the rear of the convoy, passing vehicle after huge armored vehicle.
It was now the middle of the day. Folks milled about the parked trucks, nearly all of them hard at work dealing with the massive influx of recovered cocoons. They waved and/or cheered as the two muscle goddesses strode past. The muscle goddesses waved back, with an occasional stop to inquire about the status of the recovery process.
“Soon we will turn this party around and head back to base,” the Commander said to her lieutenant a few minutes later. “Nearly every van is going to be stuffed to the gills with these cocoons, and we haven’t the equipment or manpower to process them here. We need to return these poor souls to base for Medical to deal with.”
The lieutenant nodded as she waved to a nearby group of cheering admirers.
“I will need to formulate a new plan and build a larger Expedition, one fully equipped to process these cocoons in the field. I have the feeling we have only seen the tip of the iceberg so far.”
There seemed to be rock music coming from somewhere ahead, growing steadily louder as the two battle beauties strolled past more of the parked vehicles and the bustling activity surround them.
“You and I will need to— Horny humping hippos, what did you do here???” Wendy broke into a fit of giggles as her Commander gaped at the “creatively modified” Expedition vehicle Zero-Six-One.
The captured abbie was splayed out across the floor of the van, its various tentacles and claws extended. Long strips of the walls and ceiling had been ripped at regular intervals (presumably by one very happy muscle goddess whose name began with ‘W’), pulled toward the middle, and tied around the abbie’s various appendages, effectively chaining it down with thick steel. The sides and top of the van had the appearance of a giant ribcage. Tubes ran from various scaly appendages to monitoring and IV equipment hung from one of the overarching steel ribs.
Next to the abbie’s new digs, a large sign had been hastily erected on steel poles mashed into the ground (no doubt by the same demented superwoman). The Commander slapped her hands to the sides of her face as she read the huge letters:
THE INEBRIATED ABBIE
Then the Commander’s eyes traveled to the next vehicle in the line. It was an act of madness, genius, or both. Some troopers with too much time on their hands had cobbled together an actual functioning bar.
Zero-Six-Two’s main cargo door, nearly as long as the van itself, was swung upward as high as it would go. Inside, the far wall of the armored vehicle’s cargo hold was lined with dark wood and a wide mirror. Brilliantly lit rows of colorful liquor bottles (where did they find those?) lined the mirrored shelves above it. Wine and beer glasses (and those too???)hung from wooden racks suspended above. The Commander had to fight a sudden, nearly irresistible urge to walk up to the bar and sweep her arm through all that glittering glass – a delightful fantasy she had never had the opportunity to indulge.
Metal folding tables and benches covered the width of the road in front of the makeshift bar. Each of them was packed with soldiers and civvies, and more milled around in the spaces between. The road itself was covered with wood chips, presumably to soak up the inevitable spilled alcohol.
Blasting over all of this was a continuous booming soundtrack of vintage rock anthems, issuing from enormous speakers mounted high up in the corners of the van’s cargo hold.
The lieutenant’s full lips brushed against her Commander’s ear as she whispered, “oh I can’t wait for you to punish me …”
The Commander gripped Wendy’s upper arm and growled in her ear, a low rumbling tremor emanating from deep within the redhead’s massive chest. Wendy could have dropped down on the ground and orgasmed right there on the spot if there weren’t so many potentially breakable bar patrons nearby.
“I’m going to go have a closer look at the abbie,” the Commander whispered. Then, with a deep Austrian accent: “I’LL BE BACK.”
She turned and sauntered toward the heavily restrained creature with her thumbs tucked into the barely-there-at-all straps of her leotard.
Wendy bit her lip as she watched her go. Then the lieutenant turned toward the throng of soldiers and civilians gathered around the armored flagon wagon.
“Ma’am! Over here!”
A group of soldiers eagerly waved her over. The lieutenant strolled over there and sat on an unoccupied stool. A large mug of ice cold something immediately materialized in front of her, its foamy head slopping over the side onto the table littered with peanut shells and the remnants of hand-rolled cigarettes.
Something else appeared next to it: a large cloth bag of peanut brittle.
“Okay, you win,” Wendy said as she greedily snatched up the bag and tore it open. “Whoever this is from gets to play with my tits and muscles all they want!”
Cheers and laughter rose up around her as she stuffed her mouth full of the tasty morsels.
“That would be me, ma’am,” the soldier standing to her immediate left said with a grin. “Sarge said you really like this stuff.”
