Miss me? Sorry bout the gap, been nonstop fighting for the past week or so. Got deployed to Shasta Cascade, a shitload of fighting in terrain that favored guerilla forest warfare. So not a lot of moments for me to rest and record.

Got assigned to 4th squad 'Temperance', consisting of some of the hardest boiled fucks in this entire outfit.

Power Armor Squads are further divided into 3 fire teams with 4 men each: We had Fireteam 'Alpha' the boys who kicked down the door, Fireteam 'Bravo' who checked if the door was clear and Fireteam 'Charlie' who supported both when necessary

I was given the honor of being Team leader for Alpha. The brass really fucked up with organizing this whole shebang, so we had a shortage of NCOs. Our squad leader was Sgt. Tyler Cook, Team leader for Charlie. He was a straight arrow hard ass fucker from Boston, had a burning hatred for the female sex and habitually broke Geneva conventions when it came to POWs (thankfully since we officially consider the FSA a terrorist paramilitary state they technically don't abide with those conventions).

We first crossed the Nevada-Californian border at dawn (Part of Operation Michael) I cant give any specifics because of you know war time information laws but all I can say is that it was a hell of a ride. We use these massive helicopters called Emperor Stallions, they're heavily armored and the only things big enough in the air that can hold 4 of us heavy boys.

Anyway our E stallion got shot down, apparently the femmes weren't as technologically impaired as we thought. The FSA get a lot of their gear from 'friendly nations' (the European Federation and the Chinks) they're also superior to us when it comes to genetics and bioaugmentation, we men believe in steel, faith and a shitload of guns. The femmes however don't share are religious inclinations and are willing to play God with their own bodies which made them tougher than we took them for.

The boys and I were no worse for wear, we didn't have a pilot cause E stallions are piloted by AI ( I personally believe our wonky AI is half the reason we got shot down)

So me and three of the most low IQ motherfuckers had to trudge in full armor through god forsaken forest in order to meet up with the rest of the Squad and all the while we were being harassed by a bunch of femmes who were hiding out in the trees.

Mendelson almost got shot in the head when he removed his helmet (his cooling system got fried during the crash and he had to continually vent the heat).

Richards right leg sunk into the soft soil of a river we were attempting to cross (wasted an entire hour dragging him out)

Jenkins, fucking Jenkins, actually got lost because his masturbation addicted ass needed to relieve himself OUTSIDE OF HIS ARMOR and he almost got mauled by a fucking bear (I had to punch the furry bastards head into paste)

The entire fiasco was stressful enough that I basically had a mental breakdown and the only way to cure it was to kill the femme bitches who had been taking potshots at us throughout the entire time which delayed our time table.

Richards was the one to sniff them out, our suit sensors have a hard tracking them because of their stripper outfits but Richards was an Arizona boy who was raised hunting hot Mexicannas down at the border. The crazy motherfucker was a superb tracker and the only one in my team I trusted to operate outside his armor without getting killed (in fact he seems to be a better soldier outside his armor than inside)

The femmes were encamped at a hill that overlooked our position, they didn't need a fire because they had genetically spliced cat eyes and digestive systems that allowed them to safety eat raw food.

We boys in our armor can be surprisingly sneaky if we find our prey. Mendelson was our heavy weapons man, his armor was a walking artillery platform (prone to breaking down though). Although our load lacked anything explosive.

You see the rest of the world didn't like how the Eden-Feminist States war played out. The optics of blowing up and burning down young hot women trying to fight for their freedom was frankly not good. So command devised more 'humane' kinds of weapons

Like the Pinecone grenade that I ordered Mendelson to clear the encampment with.

When we entered the camp we saw writhing figures lying on the dirt. All of the femmes were gasping and turning blue, their hot slender tight bodies trashing and heaving as the poison coursed in their veins.

The M56 Neutralizer Mortar or "Pinecone" was a 2-stage grenade that unleashed 400 needles upon detonating on the ground. The needles were crystalized neurotoxins that entered the body and were then absorbed, slowly killing any unfortunate victim. Especially effective with the femmes, they genetically engineer themselves so much that they become especially susceptible to weapons like these, to be frank it would've been more humane to blow them apart.

Me and the boys didn't even bother waiting for them to fully expire before we bagged and tagged them.

I got a chance to look at their uniforms. There were made of a black latex like material, covering only the arms, upper shoulder and most of the leg above the ankle. The face, the entirety of the torso and the crotch were fully visible. None were wearing the standard open toed combat heels, electing instead to fight barefoot, much to my delight.

6 femmes were counted, bearing weapons that had no chance of penetrating our armor but were perfect for delaying our advance. All of them had varying brownish skin tones and personalized uniforms that bore beads and feathers and had distinctive features. They weren't negroes, nor were they Hispanic mutts or some strain of Asian. These girls were native Americans, hot and sexy ones at that.

As the resident human anthropologist I was certain these girls were Sioux. When the Eden Republic was announced one of the first things that the new government declared was the end of the Native American reservation system and the eradication of the Injuns. A sort of putting down of a race that was basically in its death throes.

A lot of tribes didn't make it, but the Sioux were an exception, they immigrated en masse to the territories that would make up the FSA where they were protected. In exchange many angry Injun women took up arms in the FSA army in revenge, serving as forward scouts and accomplished guerilla fighters.

To be quite honest I've never had an appreciation for Native girls. I thought Pocahontas was exaggerated, but boy was I wrong. Seeing these cute brown beauties dying, their long slender legs kicking the air. Their cute hazel colored toes curling in pain as they struggled for breath. Their long beak like noses and caramel faces cringing in pain and turning blue.

Well shit it was lovely.

Jenkins our resident sex freak flashed a spotlight on their bodies, recording everything for his enjoyment later on. The boy had a bad habit of mutilating the femmes, which I explicitly forbade. Not because I had any reservations for femme rights but because I preferred my girls in one piece as I fucked their corpses. Funnily enough Jenkins thought I was the psychopath for being a natural necrophile (all of the boys in the Power Armor divisions had become necrophiles by necessity due to the nature of our work, but I was weird for preferring my bitches dead)

There were 6 of them and 4 of us, as team leader I was tasked with dividing the loot.

Richards was given the right to 2 of the girls since he was the one
who found the camp in the first place. He choose two of the more livelier girls, the ones who would last the longest.

One was a big titted injun with glasses and double pigtail braids, while the other was one with a slightly smaller bust with white short hair and a face tattoo in the shape of a hawk. Richards was quick, fucking both of their quivering pussies before they both died (Richards was the one who disliked fucking corpses the most, he preferred his prey alive and slightly terrified). The girls were the most coherent one, the big tits glasses redskin was crying, asking for mercy. While the white haired tatted tomboy promised a painful death as Richards fucked them hard and painfully into the next life. Big tits lasted for about 5 minutes before she gasped her last breathes. White hair lasted an impressive 11 minutes before she died, cursing out delirious threats even as her world slowly faded away and the light in her eyes died out.

Mendelson was given the honor next since he was the one who lobbed the grenade, he picked what appeared to be twins. They were short 4'11 cuties, one with long hair and the other with hair reaching to her ears. They were slim and petite, but their wide hips suggested they were both of age (Mendelson liked his meat young though, so he might have been a little disappointed) both of them were screeching and screaming as Mendelson's large cock pierced their cunts. It was so bad that I had to shoot both of them in the head to shut them up so they woudnt attract any more attention. Mendelson didn't seem to mind, happily slathering both of their dead youthful faces with his cum.

Jenkins got the rough end of the deal, he was forced to settle with a scrawny gangling flagpole, the tallest of them but with the most mannish body with a square jaw and disheveled short hair. Jenkins didn't mind though, he was an easy lad to please. The injuns last moments were painful, Jenkins cut off her tongue, and then slowly sawed her head off as he plunged his cock into her pussy, making out with her disembodied head as he dumped loads inside.

Not my cup of tea but I won't judge.

That left me with the leader. She wore a great feathery hairdress and had a masculine but still alluring face. She had long flowing hair tied into intricate braids and a bitching ass and fit body, with visible abs too. She had a patch on her uniform that identified her as a captain. How shameful was it for her to die as the fuckmeat of someone like me?

I had a system when it came to fucking femmes you see.

First I would slap the face with my cock, my lovely injun girl was largely unresponsive, drooling and staring into the distance with glazed eyes. A horse like face, and a long nose. She was ugly, but yet she wasn't, there was a certain wild beauty to her. A beauty that I had tamed violently just like how my settler forebears did to Old America.

I had no difficulty stuffing my cock into her cheeks, exploring the depth of her warm and inviting mouth as I admired her beauty. I continuously slapped her awake, preventing her from drifting into the long sleep so she could enjoy this as well.

Was I was satisfied with wetting my cock, I extracted it and dragged my tip down her chin then her neck all the way to her D-cup chest. I flicked her delicious dark brown nubs with the tip of my penor, left my shaft in between her massive mounds to enjoy the comfort of her breastflesh enveloping them. Looking at awe as my hands squeezed to appreciate the size of her knockers. Then I dragged my cock down to her chiseled abs, striking them like a xylophone, continuing until my tip rested in her forested mound, getting lost within the black haired conifers before leaving and finding themself circling the radius of her dark brown labial lips.

Not yet.

My dick slid down her latex covered leg, enjoying the contours of such amazing drums before finally they rested above her toes.

She had such long and nice looking toes, I just couldn't resist

Her sandy colored soles rested on my face, so smooth, so luscious. They were dirty but were free of callouses .I licked them clean, biting intently into such amazing skin and creases. Her chocolate toes inside my mouth, slathered with saliva as I sucked on them like lollypops. They had an obvious earthy taste, but I could taste a fruity oily substance, a nice lotion I wagered.

Then my dick finally entered inside the pussy that was inviting me. By the time they did so she was still and completely dead, dark brown eyes staring into the beautiful night sky as I dug my face into her tits and enjoyed the scent of fragrant forest and her own odor before they faded away. The confines of her injun cunt was starving for my white seed, blasted and violated like so many of her ancestors before her. This proud Sioux bitch was nothing more than an empty flesh husk, its only purpose now was to pleasure the white man.

My tongue inserted in her mouth, licking her teeth and own tongue, my seed bountiful and strong overflowing and leaking outside of her cooling cunt. Her brown body was not free of my gift. Her face, her cleavage, her feet, her thighs, her hands. All of it would be graced with the warm and sticky treasure that was a white man's cum.

By the end of the night the boys and I were exhausted, enjoying the stars and moon with our gorgeous female compatriots quiet and soft in our arms.

At morning we dug a ditch, 6 feet deep. The boys dumped our cum soaked partners inside, their bodies forming a messy pile of limbs and dead faces. Jenkins was now sporting a nice trophy, the blank expressionless head of an injun tied to his armor belt. I however elected to bring my injun with me, wrapping her up in tarp (exposing only her feet) and tying her around my back.

The boys didn't mind, they already knew I had a bad habit of collecting the dead bodies of femmes who attracted my lustful attention. My COs would cuss me out for lunging them around, but I was an effective enough soldier that I got away with a lot of BS.

Eventually we reached rendezvous, the City of Redding, I got chewed out by Sgt. Cook for taking too long, but I was in luck because the final assault on Redding (Operation: Gabriel) had been delayed.

So right now I'm preparing with the boys. My injun girl is currently in the morgue, the technician is a guy I know and right now she's being cleaned up and preserved. She's gonna be a part of the collection now.

Hmmm wonder if I'm gonna meet any interesting prey in Redding. I guess you'll be the first ones to know.