Several days after she had been used for breeding, Renae awoke to the noise and bustle of people preparing for something. As she left her barracks she soon discovered that the Breeder Forces were going to attempt to overtake the rebel base she had betrayed. Renae was wandering amidst several hundred nude to semi-nude women of all shapes and sizes when a short courier came and gave her a letter. Renae opened it to discover that she would be riding alongside the Queen to witness what her betrayal had allowed.
Renae didn't know how she felt. On the one hand she was well satisified by her rapidly growing children and many of the horny women who shared the base with her. On the other she still held some rebel sentiments. She returned to her barracks and sat on the edge of her bed, lightly stroking her nipples while she thought. Her arousal began to grow as the nipples hardened and she imagined several certain rebels she would like to see in her bed with a foot long plant cock buried between their glistening lips. Renae soon was forced to beckon one of her plants over to quickly relieve her. She chose to feed the smallest one, who by now was around 6 feet tall and had a stamen over 11 inches long.
As of yet, she had not been rebred by her children and suspected it had something to do with the possibility she was bearing a human child. Renae looked down between her legs as the plant gently pressed about half its length into her lightly damp lips. She let out small even breaths as she began to thrust herself down upon its shaft burying more of it inside her. With each passing moment the feeling of being filled drove her to quicker, harder thrusts and more uneven breathing. Soon she was letting out loud moans of pleasure that echoed along the length of the barracks. Most women passed her without a second thought, because it was an every day occurrence. Renae loved to see the dark green cock press itself into her trembling twat. She bit down into her upper lip as she felt herself gradually begin the upward spiral to the brink of an orgasm. Before she could finish however, she felt the cool skin of a well endowed female press into her back. Renae arched her neck as a pair of hungry lips kissed and nibbled up and down its arch.
Soon a beautiful pair of legs had wrapped themselves around her waist and were eagerly stroking a dripping pussy up and down Renae's trembling spine. Renae turned her head and met the lips of her friend, eagerly darting her tongue into the hot recess of the woman's mouth. Renae loved kissing a woman, there was nothing more sensual then lightly stabbing and parrying another woman's small tongue with her own. Renae felt her friend freeze as her cunt exploded into orgasm and her lips briefly left Renae's. Renae was sent over the edge by the feeling of the fluids pouring onto her back and she collapsed backwards, leaning her head against the large chest of her companion. She lightly teased and licked her nipples while her child fed hungrily, sucking her pussy walls tight against its shaft in an effort to draw more juices into it.
Renae turned and looked up at the face of her lover, the breeder who had originally captured her and turned her over to the Queen. Renae had soon learned her name was Angela and that she had been one of the original women captured after the plants had been loosed from the South American lab. Angela was the Queen's personal assistant and with Renae's newfound importance they spent a lot of time together. Renae heard Angela let loose a small gasp.
"Renae, you would not believe how busy I have been. I haven't had the chance to pee in 3 days," Angela muttered in a strained voice. Renae looked slyly up into the eyes of her lover, who quickly understood their meaning. Renae slid off the bed and turned, kneeling. Angela replaced her in her previous spot, with her legs braced against the floor and her ass barely resting on the bed. Renae leaned forward and began to lightly lick and tease Angela's clit, which was still hard and sticking out from its soft fleshy pocket. Renae circled it with her tongue, enjoying the sounds of Angela's heavy breathing. Renae felt small trickles of piss drip from Angela's urethra and onto her chin.
"Stop playing love. You know how much She hates it when the barracks are messy," Angela managed to gasp between licks. Renae finally fastened her full red lips around Angela's slit and began to lightly suck. She felt Angela relax just seconds before a flood of warm golden fluid poured into her mouth. Renae made little humming noises whose vibrations drove Angela to orgasm again while she was relieving herself into the younger woman's mouth. Renae loved the bittersweet taste of Angela's fluids as it filled her mouth. She swallowed quickly trying to keep any from escaping. Some did and dribbled down her chin and onto the full pale globes below. Renae gently massaged the warm fluid into her skin while she continued to accept more and more of the seemingly endless juices.
Finally Angela toppled backwards, her upper body landing softly on the bed. Renae finished drinking the rest of the juices and then proceeded to "clean" (torture) Angela's cunt. Angela soon exploded into another mindless orgasm that left her drained on the bed. Renae slowly pulled away and stood over Angela's resting form. Renae straddled Angela's thighs and pulled her lover's head into her chest. Angela gently began to clean the fluids from Renae's soft skin and chest. Renae stroked her already aroused twat over the smooth, well-muscled surface of Angela's stomach. Soon both were on the verge of powerful orgasms when their reverie was interrupted by a beautiful ebony skinned girl, wearing only a pair of black stockings and a garter belt.
"The Queen wishes both of you to attend to her, immediately," the gorgeous woman said haughtily. Reluctantly, Renae and Angela relinquished their embrace and followed the woman to the Queen's personal throne room. On the way Renae could not help but to admire the swagger of the girl's full hips and smooth buttocks. Inside was the Queen's family and her immediate subordanites. Renae and Angela were instructed to put on body armor covering their chest and legs. Their heads, arms, feet, and crotches all remained bare and unprotected. The Queen was carried on the shoulders of 12 chained men who were in turn watched by 24 massive plants. Renae had heard some stories about the men who made attempts to rape Breeders without royal allowance and she understood why few disobeyed. Renae walked alongside Angela, her own children only several feet behind her. Renae and Angela talked cheerily on the way, certain that the massive army of plants and Breeders surrounding them would easily overwhelm any opponents.
As the army drew into the forests surrounding the rebel camp the commanders began to order their squads into the planned attack formation. Renae and Angela were assigned to remain near the queen and act as bodyguards if necessary. After a seemingly endless wait the scouts returned and informed the queen the camp had been abandoned earlier that morning and it appeared as if the rebels were moving north, deeper into the mountains and the forests. The queen gave the order that the cavalry (women mounted on the backs of extremely large plants) begin a full pursuit, while the slower infantry moved as fast as they could to back them up. Renae and Angela were each instructed to mount up on their largest plants and act as the Queen's emissaries. Both girls chose their plants and ordered the remaining children to stay by the Queen's side. Renae rode on her eight foot tall child, while Angela picked her older massive 14 foot version.
After a full day's pursuit, Renae, Angela, and the calvary overtook the fleeing rebels, who had decided to make camp for the night. Renae and Angela gave the order that half the calvary move off into the surrounding hills and block the only other exit between two steep walls. Renae took command of the remaining half and quickly blockaded the entrance.
She and Angela had made the decision to attack immediately, while the element of surprise was on their side. Renae's attache let out a loud piercing whistle that was met by another that echoed through the canyon. Seconds later the 200 plants and Breeders under her command were pouring into the valley. The rebels were obviously caught by surprise as some bolted from their tents devoid of clothing. (It had been one of the strictest rules for the rebels to remain clothed whenever in danger of being captured. The clothing offered more protection against the invasive tentacles and cocks of the plants, at least momentarily.) Renae watched with satisfaction as her regiment overwhelmed the almost weaponless rebels. What weapons they did have mainly consisted of firearms and knives which were useless against the long seeking vines of her pets and children. In a matter of minutes the battle had almost been won, with no losses for the Breeders and 90% of the rebels captured. The remaining ten percent had barricaded themselves around their commander in a cave. A foolish Breeder had led her children into the caves looking for an easy capture.