Raising Morale

To become a Super Soldier was to become a shining example of all that humanity stood for, it was in the name itself, they were beyond normal folks, they were beacons of hope, of strength and of sacrifice. They stood tall, armored and armed, bigger than most, stronger than all but another Super Soldier, disciplined, well trained and dedicated to the cause.

Many squads almost revered them more than they did religious figures, they were often the makers or breakers, they would be the difference between a triumphant victory or a crushing defeat.

Of course, they were almost mythical, mystical figures, to the average foot soldier, at least at first, but slowly, as the program proved successful and even more people joined it, more and more soldiers started deploying to more squads, and after many years of the interminable war against the enemies of mankind, it was actually not that uncommon for vanguard squads to have a Super Soldier assigned to them.

Thus, BRAVO-122, also known as Barbara to her friends, had joined a squad of regular army troopers that were tasked with scoping out exo planets and looking for advance bases, especially in planets that looked like they could sustain life.

What was the problem with that?

Well, the problem was that after initial scans, the rest of the exploration was to be conducted on the ground. That meant the squad would be gathered on what was basically the most advanced pickup truck humanity could spare for them, and then go on a road trip on a planned route to check out possible hiding spots for enemy bases.

And that was unbelievably boring.

Sure, at first, the alien vistas, green oceans, blue grass, weirdly spherical trees, they were enchanting, charming, incredibly beautiful, it was a treat to just check them out.

After checking out the hundredth island, the thousandth cave and diving under the water even more than that, it got very, very old.

The planet they were on was unreasonably immense, to boot, more than three times the size of Earth, and due to the three stars that it orbited around, was permanently set in an extremely long summer, and even the nights were very bright.

So as the days passed, though BRAVO-122 was still as ready as the first day she deployed, the regular troopers that she was escorting, not so much. It wasn't as if she could just continue the mission without them either, she needed them to drive the truck, to perform maintenance on her armor, to actually chart and map the planet and log all the information... practically any task that didn't require combat.

But as the Super Soldier got off the truck after writing her daily log detailing the deteriorating conditions of the troops, she scanned her sight around the encampment as it was being built. Thanks to the lates tadvances in tech, it could be set up very quickly, with self-setting tents and all-in-one cooking equipment and utensils.

Her heavy armor made the blue grass under her immediately become flattened, and she furrowed her brow under her gunmetal black helmet. The internal systems kept her body temperature at a reasonable level despite the immense heat from outside, but she was still swimming in her own sweat.

The soldiers, despite their much more breathable fatigues, weren't faring much better, and though their boots were a lot more comfortable than her power armor greaves and sabatons, they didn't have the training or modifications she did.

Just a glance at the feet of the soldiers, at the grimaces on their faces, at the rivulets of sweat trailing from their foreheads, and at the lack of energy in every motion... she couldn't help but feel, something had to be done, urgently. Only discipline and their own willpower kept them going, but no one was invincible.

BRAVO-122 was a soldier of Humanity, someone who had given everything up in order to be more effective in the battle against all enemies, within and without, that humanity could face.

Thus, she had absolutely no objection to doing whatever it was that she needed to do in order to improve her soldiers' morale. A lack of recreation, and frustration of a particular kind, was a very serious problem that she knew just how to solve.

It didn't escape her that the moment the black metal plates that constituted her combat armor were taken away to reveal the much lighter travel and recon armored bodyglove she wore underneath, the soldiers would usually gain a pep in their step and regain at least some emotional energy.

That was why... She brought a hand to the front of her armor. The emergency release was easily reached, and though it would only respond to her biometric data and required confirmation from her through her helmet, she still felt a little strange using it.

With a hiss, her armor plates split apart and she discarded the heavy outer plates, the advanced black armor glowing momentarily then opening up, and stepped off of them as the servos activated and opened up the front entirely, revealing the leotard-clad, tanned and muscular body of Barbara, the human behind BRAVO-122.

She still had some armor on her, around her waist, on her back, over her biceps on both arms, on each of her thighs, she had gloves and boots, all of it had many connectors and plugs and even IV slots that would connect her to her armor.

The soldiers gasped, and they turned from the fire pit they had built near the middle of camp to face her, one of them even fell off the foldable chair he was sitting on, mouth open.

Her helmet was still on, that would serve to hide the redness of her face. Each and every Super Soldier was taught to remain anonymous, to never reduce themselves to the human level, to always be above all the soldiers around them, in the position of a symbol and icon, and thus, her face would remain hidden by the powerered helmet until her day of retirement.

But what she could do was show them her body, which they did so love.

She stepped towards where the fire pit was, at the center of the group of soldiers, who formed a tighter circle around her. One of the tent poles was still there, they were still setting up their dwellings for the night, not that it looked like it was night in that forsaken planet, but it was convenient for her as she grabbed the sturdy and long pole and stabbed it into the ground.

A second tent pole was added to make it long enough, they weren't really meant to fit together like that, but they did, and once she checked they were firmly in place, she glanced at the soldiers around her, who were enraptured by her little act.

And then, she steeled herself, and remembered just what it was she was doing before she joined the Program and became far more than anyone gave her credit for.

She still remembered her moves. The pole wouldn't turn like the one she used to use would, but, she would make do, she was a lot more agile and far stronger than she had been the last time. She placed her palm and fingers against the pole and with the fire's glow behind her reflecting off her sweat-slick, tanned skin, she began walking to circle around the pole.

Confidence was brimming from within her as she swung her hips from side to side, cocking her hips to the right as she faced some of the soldiers, then doing a one-eighty turn, and cocking her hips to the left, as she faced the other half of the soldiers.

She reached behind herself and gripped the pole firmly behind and above her head, then carefully she lifted herself, raising her feet... the boots were heeled, though far shorter than she used to use, but she still felt right at home wearing them.

As she raised them, Barbara opened and spread her legs. The armored leotard had a crotch plate that covered her like a thong, filled with sensors, which gave it a rather sensual look, she wondered sometimes if the designer was a pervert, but right then and there, it was highly useful, as she attracted the eyes of all of the men with her movements.

With a pull of her arms, and enjoying the impossible strength granted to her by her modifications, she swung her legs up and planted her body against the pole. The breastplate that held her breasts firmly in place was split in the middle, and allowed her to put the pole between them to make them look bigger.

Now, normally, she'd lock one of her feet, or her hips, a hand or even one of her armpits in place, maybe even use the backs of her knees, and then she would spin, but that required a pole that could spin, so instead, she used her grip to swing herself even higher, grabbing the pole by the capped tip, doing a pseudo handstand and fully opening her legs to show off the curves of her ass and thighs.

She heard the awed gasps and the exclamations of surprise, and her eyes scanned the crowd to see all of them were completely focused on her body, on her form, tracing everything from her hands gripping the pole's tip to the tips of her heels, and of course, how her ass stretched the latex-like leotard.

With a swing of her legs, she began the process of descending, spiraling, sliding her gloved hands along the harsh surface of the pole, rather than spinning with it as she was used to, testing not just her strength but her coordination as her legs completed a full three hundred and sixty degrees of spin followed by her torso.

She had to grip it hard as she completed the spin and it almost dislodged the pole from the yellow dirt it was stabbed in, but she stopped herself just in time to land on her feet, arms stretched, back arched so that she was bent ninety degrees, all of her curves on display, her ass pointed straight at a group of soldiers.

A few facial twitches and blinks went through the process. The glowing lights at the connecting points of the metal thong blinked red for a moment, then turned green, and with a click, the lock was disengaged, her thong dropping and showing that it actually had a tube that inserted into both her vagina and anus.

Once the thong was on the ground, and the soldiers' gazes returned to her behind, she began rocking it left and right and up and down, as everyone's eyes were caught by her wet pussy and slick asshole.

One of the reasons she thought the armor was designed by a pervert? Even if the tubes were there to deal with what little waste her body produced, there really was no need for them to vibrate or keep her slick and lubricated at all times.

But it did come in handy.

"You're all too tense," she spoke, her mechanized voice softened as she lowered the modulator and voice changer's settings to the point it was mostly her true voice, just changed enough to not sound like a real person's, "I am here to look after your safety and your health, both physical and..." she glanced at a soldier directly behind her, "mental."

The guy gulped, but it seemed he knew he was chosen, as he began to approach her, fumbling with his pants as he did.

The soldiers around her had not been ready to endure what she could endure, and the Super Soldiers of mankind had been trained and raised to serve it in all of their capacity. With her face covered by her helmet, and her half armored body on full display, BRAVO-122 was ready to keep her men safe not just from physical threats, but also, the threat of mental breakdown.

In any way that she could, and doing anything she thought necessary.

Luckily, as the first, but definitely not the last, penis of the night entered her long neglected folds, they couldn't see her making a goofy face, biting her lips, or drooling as she, too, realized that she needed the release just as badly as the men did.

He wasn't subtle about what he wanted.

"Ughh, aahhh, BRAVO, ma'AAAM!!" he roared, as he lost control and went wild.

Though unaugmented, he was still a trained soldier, and he was very strong. Genetic engineering of humans had created a baseline of the species that many would twist and change to their preference, it seemed that the baseline for men was tall and muscular and most tended to prefer being quite gifted down there.

It suited Barbara just fine, of course, she liked them big anyway, and based on the soldiers pulling their dicks out around her to start fapping to the sight of her fucking the first of the lot, she would be having a feast of large cocks, from the darkest tone, almost black like coal, to so pale it was a wonder it didn't get sunburnt through the fatigues.

She was once again glad that her face could not be seen, because she knew she was looking like a delighted pervert.

While holding onto the pole for stability, she allowed the man behind her to just pound her behind to his heart's content, until he blasted several weeks' worth of backed up semen right into her, only to be replaced by the next, who would do much the same, until the entire squad of a dozen men had their go at her.

Of course, with them having had weeks to store up, it was obviously not enough to just cum once. She would have to spend... quite the long night taking care of each of them, over and over again.

It was a good thing they were way ahead of schedule because they'd be stopped there for several days, restoring their morale, and regaining their senses.

As Barbara handled one soldier with each hand while opening the mask of her helmet to take care of a third, while another pounded her pussy from below, she definitely believed the armor was designed by a pervert.

But hey, after getting it out of their system, the soldiers regained their full wellbeing and with refilled reserves of endurance, they made record time through their route, even after having to stop every couple of days for a repeat performance, they still finished an entire week ahead of schedule!