ggsm_gangbang_troops;Give the Camp Your Body;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_gangbang_troops_desc;While you personally command, you may open yourself to the soldiers under you as an Order rite. They take you in the camp until morale hardens around the sister who spent the night on her back for them. No child comes of it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_gangbang_recovering;Six months have passed since the last camp rite.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsmtroop.1.desc;I have the tents pulled back and a fire built where the men can see me. Cloak off. Harness on. Rings catching the light. Cunt left open between the straps. This is not a secret. It is an order given with my body.\n\nThey come in a line at first, awkward, still calling me commander. I put the first one on his back and sink onto him until that word dies. The next gets my mouth while a third works into me from behind. Hands find the rings. Someone holds my hips. Someone else waits his turn with his cock already in his fist. I take them the way the chapel taught me to take a household: one after another, no pause that lets the camp remember I am anything but open.\n\nHours. Dust on my knees. Spend on my breasts, on my tongue, running down the stockings. When my jaw aches I use my hand and my cunt and the wet they have already left. A sergeant comes twice. A boy from the levy lasts three strokes and looks at me like I hung the moon. I laugh and pull the next man in by the belt. Nobody asks if I am with child after. The office does not make children in the field. It makes a host that has been inside its lady and wants her alive tomorrow.\n\nBy morning I can still feel them when I sit the saddle. The tale is already going down the line: she opened the camp. She took us until the fire died. The men look at me and straighten. They will fight like the night was a vow.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsmtroop.1.a;They'll fight harder now.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x