Lady Commander Gertrude was a peerless warrior of the Empress. A dutiful soldier. A talented commander. Tall, strong, and with an intimidating gaze with bright steel eyes.
She was also a total loser.
The dark haired woman was currently on a lavish bed, bent over on all fours with her pale, wobbling cheeks on display. The bubble butt was barely contained by a nice, massive pair of purple granny panties with black frills and bats, but were nevertheless still having trouble covering the ginormous surface area that was Gertrude's asscheeks. An equally as purple and black bra was wrapped around her chest, keeping her modest b-cup breasts in place and she was sweating and redfaced, a big bright red ball gag wrapped around her mouth and causing her to groan and drool everywhere.
"Oh little neeeeeeeeeeeerd~" sang a cheeky voice, her second in command and personal wedgie giver, Aliyah. The mousy looking girl in contrast to the tall and serious woman now reduced to a moaning and blushing mess stood a whole head shorter, with a mane of flowing blonde hair that rested at her hips. Right now she tied it into an intricate braid as she held a riding crop in her hand.
"Tell me Gertrude...do you think your service this week was exemplary?" Aliyah purred, causing Gertrude to moan in her gag.
"Mmmm! Mmmmfh! Mmmmmm!" she whined, "Mmmmm!"
Her aide was referring of course to the defensive line the 213th Mordian Iron Guard took part in during the heretic offensive. Hordes of unwashed, feebleminded, and pathetic heretics had assaulted the Mordian lines with fury and rage, but the disciplined ranks of guardsmen simply took aimed and fire.
Each time they tazed the bastards to the point of incapacitation and when they met in melee, the dour and stoic boys and girls of the 213th had fought fiercely in hand to hand combat. Gertrude and Aliyah were in the thick of fighting themselves, fighting tooth and nail and ending with tails of panties and briefs trailing from their blue trousers for their trouble.
Twenty times they charged and each time the Mordians held the line grimly and with stoicism. But at the end of it all the 213th was badly mauled, with all their guardsmen left with tattered uniforms, stretched panties and briefs, and red spanked bottoms. A sour aftertaste to an otherwise crushing success as the Mordians held the line, allowing for the rest of the Crusade to focus their attention on consolidating their resources for a counter attack.
This "success" in her eyes was but a farce and as such Gertrude did not struggle when Aliyah began palming her cheeks, the aide blushing slightly before she schooled her expression back into cold professionalism.
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