DAALA: CARIDA’S LESSONS (1/4)

by The Great Shaggy (Hudson203@hotmail.com)

Rating: NC-17

Warning: contains graphic non-consensual sex

Disclaimer: LFL owns Star Wars. No money is being made out of this. It's all just for fun, it's not official and no infringement is intended.

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If hell had a word or a description to it then Carida would definitely be it.
Standing outside the barracks at the position of attention under the system’s burning yellow sun, Imperial Academy Cadet Fiora Daala wished for some sort of relief from the scorching rays. But without a cloud in the sky, her wishes were as faint as the ones of her leaving this forsaken place.
“Get your eyes forward, you mynock,” a harsh voice screamed out.
Out of all the places her father could’ve sent her, why did he pick the Imperial Academy at Carida? ‘It’s where you’ll learn some respect for your old man and follow in the steps of our family tradition,’ he answered back. This coming from the same man who gave her the name of Fiora for her bright, orange-red hair that he said reminded him of her mother, who died giving childbirth to her. She had never feared or dreaded her father’s wrath at all, not even when he told her that she was going to Carida.
This was the part she had been dreading since she got on that transport to take her to the Imperial Academy. She had heard stories about Academy Drill Sergeants, some of them down and out unbelievable while others were down right horrific. Now, as she stood with her fellow cadets, she wondered if anything she ever heard or saw could compare to the real, breathing thing that was marching down the line of cadets towards her.
Their company’s senior Drill Sergeant was a tall, well built soldier; his black uniform was highly pressed and starched, his boots a gleaming black gloss, and his round-black DS hat perched perfectly on his bald head. His face was that of a Drill Sergeant, void of expression, deep in thought, and fearful. His words and tone of voice was hard and harsh, blaring out commands that seemed impossible to the newly arrived cadets, yet it expected no less of them than that of a highly discipline stormtrooper unit.
“I’m your senior Drill Sergeant, Sergeant First Class Thul,” he suddenly barked out as he continued his inspection of the cadets. “I will tell you this, most of you will not live to serve our Emperor in his Galactic Starfleet. The trouble is most of you aren’t good enough the way you are. Hands at your side!”
A scream of pain suddenly burst free of someone’s closed mouth as Thul struck the cadet’s hands back into place with a baton that he was carrying.
“Chin up, eyes forward,” he barked at another recruit, who quickly corrected his mistake. He slammed the baton into the stomach area of another cadet. “Suck in that gut!” Another yelp of pain erupted as he hit another cadet’s leg. “Feet together!”
Daala got even more rigid as Thul came closer to her. He halted for a second in front of her, his eyes narrowing as he glared down at her. Then he continued forward down the rest of the line. Turning back around, he shook his head sadly as he made his way to face the center of the formation.
“I know none of you here are conscripts. Nobody put a blaster to your forehead and told you to sign on the dotted line before he blasted your head clean off,” Thul calmly stated. “All of you volunteered, took multiple test for admissions into the Academy, and freely signed your fucking signature on the god damn dotted line.” He then started to walk back over towards Daala until he was mere inches from her face. “But if you think you can’t hack it, or miss your Mommy or Daddy?” He drew in a deep breath and yelled at the top of his lungs into her face. “Quit! The Empire doesn’t have time for weaklings, non-hackers, quitters, and deadbeats serving in the Starfleet.”
Marching over to one of his platoon Drill Sergeants, Thul took a datapad from the man’s outstretched hand and held it above his head. “All you Quitters have to do is sign Imperial Form 3823 and you’ll be free from this miserable experience here.” He moved his way back to the line and started to walk down it, staring hard into the faces of the cadets. “Who’ll be the first quitter of the day here? I know there is at least one of you here and your not getting out of this heat until I get one.”
He stopped in front of Daala. “What about you, Cadet-,“ he glanced down at her name plate, “Daala? You going to be the first quitter of this bunch?”
“No, Senior Drill Sergeant,” she cried out.
But Thul kept pushing. “Oh, please, don’t give me that, Sweetie. I know you’re a quitter, everyone like you I’ve met turned out to be a quitter. Save yourself the trouble and further embarrassment and just quit. You are a quitter, Cadet Daala, aren’t you?”
“Negative, Senior Drill Sergeant.”
He’s eyes narrowed and his face turned red, he slammed the datapad down in front of Daala. “Did I just hear you correctly, Cadet Daala? Did you just call me a liar in front of my entire company and fellow Drill Sergeants?”
Daala was suddenly taken back by his sudden change. “I, I, I didn’t call you a liar, Senior-“
“Shut your filthy hole, Cadet,” he hollered back, causing Daala to quickly shut her mouth. “Cadet Daala has just pissed me off, Cadets, and there is one thing you’ll quickly learn here is that it is unwise to piss me off.” Moving in front of the formation, he glared back at the cadets. “For Cadet Daala’s mistake, we will start mass punishment. That means, whenever someone in this company screw up, you all pay for it. Front leaning rest position, move!”
All at once, the cadets dropped to their hands onto the burning duracrete.
“In cadence,” Thul shouted.
In unison, the cadets replied Thul’s command to him. “In cadence!”
“Exercise! One, two, three.”
“ONE!”
“One, two, three.”
“TWO!”
“One, two, three.”
“THREE!”

******

With her hands on fire, her arms shaking, and drenched in sweat, Daala painfully lowered herself towards the ground and shot right back up. Back down and then right up again.
“FIFTY!”
“Pause position of attention,” Thul called out, paused for a second and then blared out, “Move!”
The cadets jumped to their feet, relieved to finally be able to get their hands off the burning duracrete. Thul walked back over towards Daala and picked up the datapad that was still lying by her feet.
“How about now, Cadet Daala?”
Breathing heavily, she pulled herself up into a rigid position of attention and replied back. “Negative, Senior Drill Sergeant!”
“Your wish is my command,” he snarled back. “The overhead arm clap!”
“The overhead arm clap,” the cadets exploded back with.
“In cadence. Exercise!”

*****

“Halt!”
Daala drew in a deep sigh of relief as she lowered her outstretched arms to her side. However her relief quickly faded as she saw Thul coming back towards her with the datapad in his hand once again.
“As I said, Cadets, we’re not going anywhere until I get a quitter today,” he announced as he approached the only woman in the formation. “It can be all over as soon as I get one. How about now, Cadet?”
With her mind screaming her to say yes and with all her fellow male cadets looking on at her, she shook her head. “Negative, Senior Drill Sergeant.”
A chorus of moans and groans sounded throughout the ranks of cadets, causing Daala to briefly wonder if anyone was behind her for trying to stick it out and make it through the Academy. And this was the very first day of twelve months of training in front of her.
“You’re going to wish you were dead, Cadet Daala,” he said with a snarl and then shouted. “The flutter kick!”

*****

“Do I finally have a quitter here?’ Thul screamed out at the top of his lungs as he made his way to the back of the formation.
Getting the courage, Daala slowly turned her head and saw Thul standing before a skinny looking cadet who was quickly signing the datapad in the Senior Drill Sergeant’s hand. Silently, Daala congratulated herself for surviving Thul’s grueling physical test.
“Don’t count yourself lucky, Cadet,” Thul’s voice whispered behind her, causing Daala to almost jump out of her skin. “You just cost me one good cadet, Cadet Daala. I know you’re the true quitter here and I’m going to prove it one way or another to you.”
Taking a deep breath, Daala suddenly realized that she had made a powerful enemy all ready.

*****

The following weeks seemed all but a constant blur of harassment from, not only Thul, but almost the rest of the company and intense training in all fields: Land navigation, combat tactics, weapon qualifications, fire and maneuver, and, of course, physical training. There never seemed to be a short supply of that. Whenever Thul sensed that someone was on the verge of quitting, he would PT them to death or give them an impossible objective to complete in an impossible time and would keep doing it until he got himself a quitter.
However, he was all ways disappointed when it wasn’t Daala stepping forward.
Even though she was handling her own against the company’s Senior Drill Sergeant, she could sense the discord that was spreading through the male ranks of the company. Since she was the only female in the unit, the company commander had stated that she would shower and use the latrines ahead of the males in the company. She was also regulated to her own sleeping accommodations.
That all changed, however, when ‘elected’ members in the male ranks approached Thul and the company commander about it, saying that she was no better than they were. Of course, Thul agreed whole heartily on the subject, which persuaded the commander in signing off on the order that she would now bath at the same time as the other cadets. On the good side, he refused to allow her to sleep in the open bay with the rest of the cadets.
But Daala refused to go along with it and objected strongly to it the first night.
“What the hell do you mean you’re not going to wash your filthy, stinking body tonight, Cadet Daala?” Thul exploded.
“Senior Drill Sergeant, I don’t believe that it is right for me to be bathing with male cadets at all. The policies are-“
“I don’t give a damn what the policies state, Cadet Daala. You will bathe at this time with the rest of the cadets.” He then stopped and grinned coldly at her. “Or else you’ll be in violation of a direct order from a superior NCOM, which will direct you in your immediate discharge from the Academy.”
‘So that’s what it was all a about,’ Daala thought to herself, ‘he’s hoping that I refuse to follow his order and he’ll make sure she’d get kicked out of the Academy.’
Sighing, she turned around and marched into the changing room. She didn’t notice the glare that Thul was giving her as she left him behind.
Daala felt embarrassed as she undressed herself and did her best to cover herself with her hands as she walked into the shower to the cries and hackles from the other male cadets. Picking a shower stall that wasn’t being currently used by anyone else, she did her best to hide her nude form away from the view of the cadets, however it was a futile gesture for all they did was jockey for a better position to gaze at her luscious form. After a while, Daala finally gave up and start to lather herself with both hands, refusing to hide her womanhood from the other cadets.
She smiled when some of them turned away, their faces as red as can be as they become aroused of watching her run her hands up and down her body. Men, she thought, always thinking with what was between their legs and not what was on their head. Running her hand over her breast, she could feel her nipples getting hard from the room’s mixed temperature.
One male cadet, however, waited until she turned around, exposing her ass to the male cadets, and nudged his friend next to him. “Let’s see if she’s as good as she looks to be.”
“I don’t know, Gentelles,” the other male cadet said. “If Thul comes in here and catches you, you’ll be in a world of shit.”
Gentelles shook his head. “When my dick wants pussy, it’s getting pussy. Besides, I’ll go down as starting the Academy’s biggest gang bang!”
With that said, he walked over to Daala stealthily and grabbed her by her waist and rubbed his hardening cock against her ass. Surprised, Daala pushed Gentelles’ hands off her waist and sidestepped left, turning around as she did so.
“What the hell are you doing, Gentelles?” she demanded to know.
The naked man snorted and placed his hands on his waist. “What the hell do you mean? You come in here acting like a frightened child, then all of a sudden you’re showing off like a whore. Well, my dick here thinks you’re one and wants a piece of that ass you keep waving around.”
Daala nodded her head and smiled as she took a step closer to Gentelles. “Oh, so you want a piece of my ass, huh?” She glanced down at the cadet’s six and half inch long erection. “With that?”
Gentelles smiled and nodded. “When my dick wants pussy, it gets pussy!” A chorus of cheers erupted and Gentelles waved to them with a hand. “Anytime now, Sweetie.”
“Well, when my hand wants dick,” Daala said, her hand suddenly snapping forward and grabbing Gentelles’ testicles instead. The cadet cried out in pain, his hands immediately going to the place that Daala gripped with an iron fist, “it gets balls instead. You ever pull that macho bullshit on me again and you can kiss this goodbye. Got it?”
Gritting his teeth, Gentelles nodded his head. “Yeah, I got it.”
She yanked on Gentelles’ testicles to drive her point straight into his mind before she released her grasp and the cadet quickly retreated away from her. She glanced back at the other males, who quickly turned their attention away from her, which caused her to let out a small laugh.

*****

“Are you sure this is where we’re suppose to be?” Daala asked.
The cadet holding the datapad glared up at her. “Daala, shut the fuck up.”
Four weeks had all ready passed since the shower room incident between her and Gentelles. By this time, some of the male cadets in the company were starting to accept her for who she was and respected her for what she was trying to do. However, that was a small minority, and the vast majority, such as the one that Larm before her belonged to, still saw her as a female still out of touch with the ideals of the Emperor’s New Order, which she had already come to understand and live by during the three months of past training.
Of course, the ringleader of this group was Senior Drill Sergeant Thul, who took every chance he got to berate, embarass, and humiliate her in front of her peers. Even now, the effects of it were still showing out here in the field during the night infiltration course. She had scored the best in the company on land navigation and squad tactics, however Thul had appointed Larm as the squad leader over her.
“Well, Larm, watcha think?” asked another cadet.
Stretching the day’s growth on his chin, Larm gestured towards the west. ”Well, I think we should change course.”
“What, are we lost?” Daala asked.
Clearly annoyed, Larm glanced back towards the woman. “I told you to shut the fuck up. Thul put me in charge here and I say we’re changing course.”
“But that’ll take us away from our primary destination if we go west. The target area is northeastward,” Daala pointed out. Then she gave Larm a puzzled expression. “Didn’t you listen to the briefing at all they gave us last morning?”
“Yeah, I did,” he snapped back. “I also know that no OpFor is fucking dumb enough to allow an enemy unit to waltz right through their front door undetected. If we change course westward and use the river as a land guide, we can swing up around them and take ‘em from the rear.”
Daala snorted. “And I think no OpFor is dumb enough to allow their ass to be that exposed to an attack.”
Larm glared at her. “Yeah, you would know all about that.”
Closing her eyes, Daala allowed her anger to subside before speaking again. “All I’m saying is that a direct approach to the enemy’s rear using the river as a land guide is plain suicide.”
Shutting off the datapad, Larm shoved it back into his rucksack. “Daala, I’ve just had enough of your insubordinate arguments. If you want to go northeast, go right the fuck ahead, but my squad is going westward with or without you. Now whatcha going to do?”
Shaking her head, Daala rose and hurried off towards the northeast, leaving Larm and the rest of the squad to go westward. She walked alone for hours, checking her magnetic navigation system periodically to make sure she was still on course. Off in the distance, she thought she could hear the faint sounds of blaster fire, but wasn’t too sure. For a second, she thought about breaking comm silence and try raising Larm and his squad, but decided against it. If Larm’s unit was destroyed or captured, then it would all be up to Daala to finish the mission.
Glancing down at her chronometer, she realized that she had only about an hour or two left of darkness to move before she had to find a place to hold up for the day time. Readjusting her blaster carbine, she moved out again, hoping that she could get to within thirty klicks of the target before sunrise.
After walking for what seemed like an hour at the most, Daala dropped to the ground on top of a grassy hilltop and pulled out her macrobinoculars. Gazing into them, she stared in awe as she recognized the perimeter fencing of the target area a mere ten klicks from her present position. Lowering the macros, she studied the wood line and decided it would be best to take shelter in there for the day so she could move on the target the next night.
Picking herself up, she double timed it down the hill and into the tree line, quickly scouting for a place to holed up. As she did so, the long fiery red hair on the back of her neck rose and she froze, her eyes scanning the darken woods, trying to separate shadows from possible threats. A twig snapped off to her right and she whirled around to meet the threat coming towards her, blaster carbine at the ready.
Nothing was there!
Daala was wondering if she was starting to become paranoid when a sudden thought came to mind. “Oh, shit,” she quietly whispered to herself.
She took off at a dead sprint, praying that they hadn’t closed all avenues of escape out of the woods, yet. A dark shadow suddenly separated itself from the base of a large tree and grabbed Daala. With his hand wrapped around her waist and the other on her mouth, the figure took her down to the ground hard and fast, causing Daala to hit her head hard against the forest floor.
Groaning in pain, she looked up to see four other forms standing above her, all of them wearing blackened Storm Commando armor with foliage wrapped around it to help make them blend in with their surroundings. Two of them bent down and grasped both of her arms, pinning them down as another one withdrew a vibro-knife from his utility belt.
Slipping the blade underneath Daala’s tunic collar, he sliced the woman’s uniform in two and spread the two pieces apart, exposing her heaving breast to the chilly night air. Daala thrust violently, her eyes opening in terror as they slid her pants down her legs and cut off her undergarments. The main trooper that was holding her waist, struck out with his opened hand, connecting with her right cheek and then came back and struck the other side. He did this until she had stopped resisting them.
The only soldier who wasn’t actively trying to restrain her or remove her clothing, was undoing his belt and trousers. Stepping forward, the man position himself between her legs and grasped them. Daala used every ounce of willpower she had to keep her legs locked together, but a quick jab to her gut caused her to lose that battle.
Not waiting a second longer, the soldier plunged forward, the tip of his hardening shaft was the only piece that he was able to get in at first. “Fuck, this bitch is tight,” he exclaimed.
“Push harder then,” another one replied back. “We only got an hour at the most and I really want to enjoy fucking this whore.”
The soldier withdrew from Daala’s tight pussy and then slammed as hard as he could into her again, this time his whole shaft was able to penetrate deeply into Daala’s stomach. Daala let out a high pitch scream, which only came out as a muffle through the palm that covered her mouth. Pain shot through her entire body as the soldier started to violate her virgin opening.
“Hey, guys, look at that,” the one that was fucking Daala exclaimed as he held up a hand which was covered with blood, “She’s a virgin!”
“Not anymore she isn’t,” the one holding Daala’s right arm said with a chuckle. “Let’s see how her virgin body tastes?”
Grabbing her tit, the soldier bent down and sucked hungrily on the mound like a newborn would do, his tongue dancing around her nipple to harden it as the other soldier on her left followed suite as well. Closing her eyes as tears started to run down her cheeks, Daala tried to shut out the pain and humiliation as her rapists violated every square inch of her body.
“My turn,” the one covering Daala’s mouth said.
“I know a better way to keep her quiet than covering her mouth,” the trooper said as he pulled out of Daala’s cunt. Walking to the front of her, he grabbed her head and pressed his cock against her closed mouth. “Open up, Sweetie!”
When she didn’t obey, he pinched her nose closed and waited for her gag reflexes. With her lungs on fire and crying for air, her mouth shot open and the man pressed his shaft into her moist opening. Using her hair as leverage, he rocked her head back and forth in a sucking motion that caused him to sigh in pleasure.
This continued for the next half an hour with all five of them tag teaming in fucking, screwing, and sucking her. Daala’s pelvic area ached with each penetration as her ex-virgin hole expanded even more with each different suitor.
Coming around for his turn screwing Daala again, the soldier smiled and said. “Hey, I got an idea here. Pick her up for me?”
“What for?”
“Just do it. You’ll see.”
Two soldiers heaved Daala onto her feet and watched as the soldier laid down onto his back.
“Bring her down on top of me,” he ordered.
Complying, they lowered Daala back down on top of the soldier, who reached around and grasped her stomach. With his other hand, he slowly inserted his prick into Daala’s anus. Her eye’s shot wide open and she nearly gagged as her smallest opening suddenly expanded to a size that wasn’t meant to be. Another soldier came around between her legs and entered her love tunnel, fucking her wildly.
“Oh shit, I can’t hold it any longer,” the one screwing her pussy exclaimed.
Pulling out, he grabbed his cock and rubbed vigorously, a gasp of air escaped his mouth as he exploded, showering her pelvic region with his hot, sticky goo. It was a chain effect after that, with each one of them cumming on her. The two that were sucking on her tits showered her breast and face, and other one sent his load deep into her anus. The last grasped her head and push his cock to the very back of her mouth as he came, Daala’s eyes opening with horror as he did so.
She began to gag, but the trooper refused to release his grasp on her head.
“Swallow it, whore,” he commanded.
Without another option available, Daala swallowed the sticky substance and nearly choked on it as the trooper withdrew his limp pole. Daala just laid there as the five soldiers quickly redid their trousers and disappeared into the fading darkness of the woods.
Curling up, she wept openly as she finally allowed herself to give into her emotions. It was there in the same exact spot that two Drill Sergeants found her and called for a immediate medvac to take her to the nearest medical treatment facility.

*****

Daala spent two weeks in the infirmary being treated, both physically and mentally, for her rape. During this time, Carida’s Criminal Investigation Department came to her room and interviewed her, took a sworn statement, and a few holopictures of her body, which she didn’t know why they had too, and then departed. However, Daala knew that the Academy was trying to cover their own asses, putting up a front of investigating the matter, which they would report that they weren’t able to apprehend the subjects due to lack of observation on part of the victim.
When she was finally released back to her unit, she found that nothing had changed; Thul, completely surprised that she came back, berated her constantly and used her as an example for allowing yourself to become separated from your unit and for allowing yourself to lower your guard. He stressed that you should always remain vigilant, even if you know you’re in a safe area. However, the male cadets acted differently towards her; some joked at her being unable to defend herself, others asking if she liked being ganged banged, and some took advances on her, promising her protection for a blow job. In the shower room, some would even masturbate in front of her.
It was the lowest point she had been at since she came to the Imperial Academy. With field training over, they went straight to the classroom training, where she walked to and from alone everyday. She saw the Academy’s rape councilor, who put her on a suicide watch, which caused Thul to ask her if she wanted to quit, which she refused every single time.
One day walking out of the main building, she started down the steps when a group of four cadets approached her. “Hey, there she is, the girl the whole Academy is talking about,” one of the cadets said as they approached her.
They quickly encircled her, some of them laughing, while others just smiled at her.
“How about the five of us go over to a special place of mine and you can service our needs, huh?”
“Leave me alone,” Daala stated and tried to push her way out of the circle.
Someone grasped her arm and held on tightly while the ringleader reached a hand between her legs and started to rub her moistening love lips. “Damn, you’re wet all ready, Sweetie. You must really want it bad, huh?”
“Let go of me,” she cried out. “Stop it!”
The ringleader smiled. “Come on, guys, let’s go have some fun with-“
He didn’t have a chance to finish before a fist silenced him to his jaw, which sent him sprawling onto the ground. The cadet that was holding Daala suddenly released his grasp, which caused her to fall, as someone grabbed him and sent him flying down the remaining stairs. The other two did the wisest choice and ran as fast as they could away from their attackers.
Daala turned around and half expected to see Academy security behind her. Instead, there stood two officers supporting freshly polished Lieutenant rank cylinders on their uniforms. Both were Corellians, however while one had dark, black hair, the other had brown hair and a scar on the upper portion of his chin
The one with the scar reached down and picked up the ringleader. “You seem to get in more trouble than you’re worth, Raynor,” he growled. “But this is just downright inexcusable.”
“It was nothing, Slick, I swear,” the man stated, his voice cracking as he spoke.
The black hair Lieutenant spoke. “That’s not what we saw. Raynor. How about I plant my size eleven boot up your ass instead of a finger?”
“It won’t happen again, Fel, I swear!”
Fel looked at Solo. “What you think, Slick? Let him off with a warning.”
“I’m in a good mood today, but if I ever see you trying to take avenge of this cadet or anyone else again, I can promise you that your mother will not be able to recognize you after I’m finished. Get me?”
The man nodded his head and Solo shoved him away. Released, the cadet ran away as fast as he could, leaving the two officers with Daala.
“Are you all ready?” Fel asked as he held out a hand.
“I can take care of myself,” Daala snapped.
“That’s not what we saw, Cadet,” Solo answered back. “Those four were about to do the Down Trot Corellian waltz on you.”
Daala sighed and said softly. “I don’t want any help.”
“The offer still stands,” Fel responded, keeping his extended hand out towards her.
Sighing, Daala reached up and allowed Fel to pull her back onto her feet while Solo picked up her datapad and cards and handed them back to her.
“I guess I should say thank you for your assistance,” Daala calmly said.
“Think nothing of it,” Fel replied. “Us Corellians still have a sense of honor here. Right, Slick?”
“Nah, I just wanted to have a good fight, although those four didn’t put up much of one,” he replied with a smile. “Besides, its not like I had time for anything else.” He then looked back at the cadet. “But, seriously, you need to defend yourself here or people are going to walk all over you.”
Daala glanced down. “It’s kind of tough when nobody wants me here.”
Fel nodded his head and placed a hand on her shoulder. “And that’s why you have to prove them all wrong. Me and Slick here did it, and we both know that you can do it as well.”
“How?”
“Cadet, not many women go through the Imperial Academy, or join the military for that matter,” Fel explained and then smiled. “Use what you have to your advantage.”

*****

Taking the advice that both Fel and Solo gave her, Daala committed to proving everyone who doubted her wrong, as they stated she should. For the next seven months, she took everything that could be thrown at her and came out on top almost every time. Even Thul’s constant berating only furthered her drive to succeed and prove everyone, but mostly him, wrong.
The problems she was having with the other cadets in her company seemed to become non-existant once she beat the stuffing out of a few of them that tried to take advantage of her. The final months of training were a blur and before she knew it, the final written exam before graduation was just less than a day away.
“Cadet Daala, can I speak to you for a moment?”
Dropping her linen on her bed, she hurried over to Drill Sergeant Niem. “Cadet Daala, reporting as ordered, Drill Sergeant,” she announced.
“At ease, Daala,” he said. “I want to say that I almost thought that you would quit back there after your experience in the woods.”
Daala smiled. “I got some advice on how to bounce back from it, Drill Sergeant.”
Niem nodded his head. “Yeah, I heard all about it. And tomorrow is the final exam before graduation.”
“No problem, Drill Sergeant.”
Sighing, Niem shook his head. “No, Cadet, that is the problem. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but after everything you’ve gone through here, I guess you’ve earned it.” He stopped there to collect his thoughts before continuing. “Daala, as you know Senior Drill Sergeant Thul has had quite a disliking for you since you got here and he’s made it a personal grudge between the two of you.”
“What do you mean, Drill Sergeant?”
“What I’m saying is that Thul is going to flunk you no matter what, even if it means readjusting the final score on the test.”
Daala felt as if someone had stuck a vibro-knife through her heart. “He’s willing to go that far, just to get rid of me?”
Niem nodded his head. “Yeah, he is. I’m sorry, Cadet, there’s nothing I can do. You’ll take the test tomorrow, like everyone else, but it won’t do any good. Nothing is going to change his mind on it."
What was she going to do, Daala wondered. If Thul had made up his mind that he was going to flunk her even if she aced the test, then she had nothing that could persuade him to think otherwise. Then a thought came to her mind.
Use what you have to your advantage.
Daala straightened herself and looked directly into Niem’s eyes. “Permission to speak to the Senior Drill Sergeant, Drill Sergeant?”
Niem nodded his head. “I thought you’d might ask, Cadet. He’s down in his office, however I don’t think whatever you say might get him to change his mind.”
“Thank you, Drill Sergeant.”
Turning around, she marched off towards Thul’s office. Not what I say, but what I do will change his mind, she thought to herself.

*****

“Senior Drill Sergeant, Cadet Daala requesting permission to enter?”
Sighing, Thul set the datapad he was viewing down on his desk. “Proceed,” he announced.
The door to his office slid open and Cadet Daala entered the office. Stopping at the front of the desk, Daala rendered a proper salute, which Thul quickly returned with a flick of his wrist.
“I can only guess why you’re here at this minute,” Thul snarled as he rose from his chair. “You might as well save your breath, Cadet Daala, for nothing you say is going to change my mind on the matter.”
“I beg to differ, Senior Drill Sergeant,” Daala spoke.
Thul’s face turned bright red. “You what?”
Daala swallow. “I think you’re an egotistical mynock who believes that no woman should ever serve her Emperor in the Starfleet, Senior Drill Sergeant.”
“You’re god damn fucking right I believe that,” he snapped. “Women’s places are not out commanding ships or troops, a man’s place. But do you know the real reason why I hate you, Cadet Daala?” When she didn’t answer, he continued. “It’s your smell, that feminine odor all you women seem to have. All this time around you I wonder if I’ve been somewhat infected by it. It’s repugnant to me, Cadet Daala, even more so then the smell of fresh Bantha shit.”
“Personally, I think you’re fucking idiot,” Daala came back with.
Thul’s eyes widened somewhat and a smile crept across his face. “It seems you’ve gotten yourself a pair of balls in your stay here.”
“I thought that was a requirement in your company, Senior Drill Sergeant?”
“It is,” Thul coldly replied.
Without hesitating, Daala undid her trouser belt and allow them to fall around her ankles. Pulling down her panties, she lifted up her tunic to give Thul a good view. “Take a good look, Senior Drill Sergeant, what you see is what owns men to women, not the opposite.” Undoing her tunic, she pulled it off and undid her bra. “And these always get men killed as well. Combined the two and what you have is what you see before you, Senior Drill Sergeant, a future Starfleet commander that will have men dying to serve on her ship, just to get a look at her and, if lucky, to fuck.”
“Shut the hell up, you bitch,” Thul screamed as he readjusted his pant’s legs to try and hide the growing bulge in his pants.
Daala smiled as she slid off her boots and stepped out of the pile of clothing. “You can say whatever you want to say, Senior Drill Sergeant, but that bulge in your pants seems to agree with me on the subject.”
Thul stared coldly at her. “Women are a disease in the military.”
She stepped right up next to Thul and undid his trousers. “Well let’s ask what the bulge in your pants thinks of women?”
Kneeling down, Daala allowed her tongue to caress the man’s hardening rod until it was fully erect. She sucked hungrily on his manhood, her tongue caressing the underside as she moved her mouth up and down his pole. Thul reached down and stroked Daala’s hair, a gasp of air escaping his mouth every time she hit the right spot.
With a last slurping sound, she withdrew his pole from her mouth and glared up at him. “Sit down,” she commanded.
Obeying her order, Thul sat down in his office chair and stroked his shaft as Daala turned around with her back towards him and lowered herself onto his erect shaft. She moaned softly as his rod parted her love lips and her tunnel expanded to accommodate the intrusion.
Gyrating her hips, Daala caused a flash of intense pleasure to flow between her and Thul, who reached out and grasped her moving hips. Allowing him to take control, he thrust his hips up and down, allowing his rod to exit and enter her moisten tunnel freely. Gritting her teeth, Daala gyrated her hips with each penetration, causing her clitoris to swell up.
“That’s it, fuck me, fuck me hard,” she said through her gritted teeth. “You know you want to.”
Thul grunted with effort, allowing himself to thrust his pole in and out of her hole as fast as he could to please her. Daala moaned and thrust her hips wantonly down onto his pole, completely allowing her sexual instinct to take over.
“You’re going too slow,” she muttered.
Slapping his hands of her waist, she turned around and kicked her legs behind his head and locked them. Grasping the chair’s armrest, she started to bounce wildly, the chair moaning in protest from the sudden weight. Thul reached up and grabbed a hold of Daala’s bouncing tits and squeezed them causing her to scream out in sudden pain and pleasure.
This continued for a few minutes before, unable to control his drive, Thul grabbed her legs, stood up and slammed her onto the top of his desk, his hips bucking wildly as his piece continuously entered into her.
“Yes, that’s it,” Daala screamed. “Harder, harder, harder!”
Thul groaned and quickly pulled out, which caused Daala to shoot up and grasp his quickening rod, her mouth opening in anticipation. The Senior Drill Sergeant let out a groan and shot his load directly into her waiting mouth and face, which she quickly devoured. Grasping his rod, she cleaned the remaining cum of his tool and licked her face and hands clean.
“Oh fuck,” he exclaimed. “God damn, you’re good.”
Standing up, Daala placed her hands on her hips and looked at the man. “How about now, Senior Drill Sergeant? You think I can serve in the Starfleet?”
He smiled. “If you can do that to me again, then just name the fleet you want.”
Daala smiled as she knelt down and started to stroke his limping rod. This time, she was going to enjoy herself and savor her victory over the man that had made her life at the Carida a living hell for the past year.
Fel was right; she had to use whatever she had at her disposal to succeed. She had the most powerful weapon in the entire galaxy, the body of a female, and she would use it to get whatever she wanted!

~*~


Part 2: "Servicing The Ranks"

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