“Kyaaaaaa! Mommmyyyyyyyy!” a rebel girl shrieked loudly.
“WHO’S YOUR MOMMA!” Major Rachel Havelstack shouted loudly, “THAT’S RIGHT! IT’S ME!”
The catachan major was a terror on the battlefield. Her rippling muscles and tall stature meant that she was easily knocking rebels back and forth! All of them were mousy girls that barely hit more than 5 ft in height, much less had any muscles even similar to the rippling ones on Rachel’s arms and thick legs!
The agri-world of Kulosia VI had rebelled against the Imperium. They claimed the High Lords of Terra were tyrants and bitches, the Imperium corrupted and slow, and the world was theirs.
The Catachan 23rd Bullfrogs have come to contest that claim.
The towering dark skinned major was a fearful sight to the secessionists. The traitors were a motley bunch, dressed in their green and beige work uniforms and carrying low grade stubbers. None of which was any use against the Catachans, whose rippling muscles were capable of acting like flak armor all on its lonesome!
Currently, Rachel’s company was busy sowing chaos and disrupting the enemy lines. Her guardsmen had infiltrated the base easily and were now fulfilling their objective.
Raise hell.
With the all the disruption and commotion here, it would redirect the enemy to their position and this allow the rest of the Catachan 23rd to deploy and swoop into the heart of the rebellion.
As such, Rachel and her company were glorified bait. But boy was it fun! The woman cackled gleefully as she brutalized the worn tighty whities of the rebel girl in front of her! The boyish panties were tightly wrapped around her knuckles and she relished the pain in her victim’s voice, the redness of her cheeks from the embarrassment, and the gasps and moans!
The major was dressed like most of her guardsmen, opting to forgo the armor and dressed only in her simple Jungle fatigues (which were wildly out of place in the wheat fields). The tight pants clung to her bottom tightly, accenting her wide hips and her fat bubble butt!
Like most Catachans, their homeworld may have given them an Amazonian physique but it also gave them the fattest, almost jello like in bounce butt! Couple work her wearing only a short tank top that functioned like a crop top from the small size of it and that meant there was an eyesore sticking above her fatigues.
A thick, frilly pink waistband!
It was something the other Catachans had as well, horrible pantylines with slivers of their granny panties sticking proudly above their camo pants! Unfortunately for the rebels, they were just too weak and scrawny to fight back effectively!
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