Queendom of Podia p4 “Any officer who goes into action with..

Queendom of Podia p4 “Any officer who goes into action without a sword is improperly dressed.” The morning sun is a welcome comfort from the chill night air. A man sits next to a now small bonfire, perched on a rock a few feet high. A careful, experienced eye to watch over the 99 other soldiers sleeping well on the ground. Pulling a wallet sized photo from his jacket and pulling his already hard cock from his uniform pants, he quickly spunks outward with force, placing the unique photo of the present Queens feet back into his jacket he hops down to gather the soldiers. The small, stifled sounds of men and women climaxing can he heard throughout the camp. It's time to get moving once again. The Captain stood 6 feet 3 inches. (Roughly 1.9m) A career soldier proudly carrying out the Queens will for many years. Conflict was rare but not unheard of. Podia is quite large, with a capital city near the center, and small villages at the borders. It is quite difficult to enforce the laws in these areas and this can lead to innocent people being taken advantage of and sometimes even harmed. Over the last few months, varying reports of a large group of bandits living nomadically along the borders evading The Queens Army. However, strangely there have also been reports of a barefoot woman seeming to lead them, even stepping out her fellow bandits loads mid battle as a reward, before picking out captured villagers and rubbing her dirty, battle sweaty bare feet all over them until they pass out from sexual exhaustion. The Queen has decided to send our friend the Captain and his group of extremely loyal soldiers to attempt to find and make peaceful resolution with this group. They march onward carefully to carry out the orders of their beloved Queen. Occasional moans and grunts can be heard in formation as the soldiers have learned to worship while in motion. Some to photos, some to pieces of fabric stolen from the used socks of instructors that still carry the faint scent of their Queen. After many miles and many moans, the group come upon a village recently raided. No signs of the bandits however the remaining distressed villagers require assistance. Attempting to explain to our dear Captain with panicked voices. Saying they rolled in like a storm and a tall strong woman used her sweaty dirty feet on them, stole fighting age people and supplies, then ran north. Screaming, pained orgasms heard echoing through the forests for at least an hour until fading away slowly. A soldier finds bare footprints corroborating the remaining villager's story. Many of which have small, thick, white puddles inside of them. The Captain orders extra supplies left to replenish what was stolen, including self-defense arms. With the now lighter load, The Captain orders for forward march, and the chase continues.