The gavel came down like a thunderclap, sharp and final. The judge’s voice was cold, impersonal, as if reading off a grocery list rather than deciding the fate of a human being. “Zara Veylan, you are hereby sentenced to either fifteen years in federal prison or three years of service in the United Space Marines. The choice is yours.”Zara stood tall, her black hair pulled back into a tight bun, her eyes narrowed with defiance. She didn’t flinch at the verdict. Fifteen years? No way in hell. She’d take the USM. It wasn’t just about avoiding prison—it was about survival. Zara had always been good at that.Three months later, she found herself at the United Space Marine Recruit Depot in San Diego, now retrofitted for interstellar training. The barracks were stark, utilitarian, and smelled faintly of sweat and disinfectant. Rows of bunks lined the walls, each one identical, each one occupied by recruits who groaned and tossed in their sleep. The dim glow of emergency lights cast long shadows across the room, giving it an eerie, otherworldly feel.Zara lay awake on her bunk, staring at the ceiling. Her body ached from the day’s grueling drills, but her mind wouldn’t quiet. She couldn’t shake the thought of Sergeant Lasko—his piercing blue eyes, his commanding presence, the way he barked orders like he was born to lead. He was strict, unyielding, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface. Something that made her pulse quicken whenever their eyes met.Discipline, she thought. He thrives on control. But what if I could turn that against him?She slipped out of her bunk like a shadow, her movements silent and deliberate. The other recruits remained oblivious, lost in their own exhaustion. Zara moved through the barracks with ease, her bare feet light on the cold floor. She knew exactly where to go—the storage closet near the weapons bay. It was secluded, rarely used at this hour, and far enough from the sleeping quarters to ensure privacy.Sergeant Lasko was already waiting when she arrived. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, making him look even more formidable. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low and rough.“Had to make sure no one was watching,” Zara replied, stepping closer. She could smell the faint hint of his cologne—something earthy and masculine. It sent a shiver down her spine.Lasko reached out, his hand gripping her chin with surprising gentleness. “You think you can play me, recruit?” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “I see right through your little games.”Zara smirked, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Then why are you here, Sergeant?”His response was immediate. His mouth crashed against hers, hungry and demanding. Zara melted into the kiss, her hands tangling in his short-cropped hair. She could feel the power in his body, coiled and ready to spring. It only fueled her desire.He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her lithe frame. The thin fabric of her uniform did little to hide her curves, and Lasko wasted no time exploring them. His fingers found the hem of her shirt, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of her stomach. Zara gasped, arching into his touch.“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “To be fucked by your drill sergeant?”“Yes,” Zara hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “But not here.”She grabbed his hand, leading him deeper into the storage closet. The space was cramped, filled with shelves of supplies, but there was just enough room for what she had in mind. A stack of crates served as a makeshift bed, and Zara wasted no time pushing Lasko onto them. She straddled him, her knees pressing into his hips as she leaned down to capture his lips again.Their clothes came off in a frenzy, discarded haphazardly on the floor. Zara’s breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him fiercely, her nipples hard and aching. Lasko’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel his cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against her slick folds.“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice husky with need.Lasko didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Zara moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, hitting all the right spots.“You’re so fucking tight,” Lasko groaned, his hips snapping against hers. “Been thinking about this since the first day I saw you.”“Yeah?” Zara panted, her nails dragging down his back. “Thought you were supposed to be my superior.”He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Right now, I’m just the man fucking you into next week.”The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the small space, mingling with their muffled moans. Zara arched her back, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel the heat building inside her, threatening to consume her entirely.When they finished, it was explosive. Zara cried out, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Lasko followed soon after, his release spilling deep inside her. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, before Zara rolled off the crates and began gathering her clothes.“Get dressed,” she said, her tone back to business. “We can’t risk getting caught.”Lasko watched her for a moment, a flicker of something—respect? admiration?—crossing his features. Then he nodded, pulling on his uniform. “Same time tomorrow?”Zara smirked, fastening her pants. “Only if you promise to go easier on me during morning drills.”He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Not a chance, recruit.”

Zara Veylan is given a choice between 15 years in prison or 3 years in the United Space Marines, choosing the latter. During her training, she secretly meets Sergeant Lasko in a storage closet, where they engage in a passionate encounter. Afterward, Zara insists on discretion, and they agree to meet again.

The gavel came down like a thunderclap, sharp and final. The judge’s voice was cold, impersonal, as if reading off a grocery list rather than deciding the fate of a human being. “Zara Veylan, you are hereby sentenced to either fifteen years in federal prison or three years of service in the United Space Marines. The choice is yours.”

Zara stood tall, her black hair pulled back into a tight bun, her eyes narrowed with defiance. She didn’t flinch at the verdict. Fifteen years? No way in hell. She’d take the USM. It wasn’t just about avoiding prison—it was about survival. Zara had always been good at that.

Three months later, she found herself at the United Space Marine Recruit Depot in San Diego, now retrofitted for interstellar training. The barracks were stark, utilitarian, and smelled faintly of sweat and disinfectant. Rows of bunks lined the walls, each one identical, each one occupied by recruits who groaned and tossed in their sleep. The dim glow of emergency lights cast long shadows across the room, giving it an eerie, otherworldly feel.

Zara lay awake on her bunk, staring at the ceiling. Her body ached from the day’s grueling drills, but her mind wouldn’t quiet. She couldn’t shake the thought of Sergeant Lasko—his piercing blue eyes, his commanding presence, the way he barked orders like he was born to lead. He was strict, unyielding, but there was something else lurking beneath the surface. Something that made her pulse quicken whenever their eyes met.

_Discipline_, she thought. _He thrives on control. But what if I could turn that against him?_

She slipped out of her bunk like a shadow, her movements silent and deliberate. The other recruits remained oblivious, lost in their own exhaustion. Zara moved through the barracks with ease, her bare feet light on the cold floor. She knew exactly where to go—the storage closet near the weapons bay. It was secluded, rarely used at this hour, and far enough from the sleeping quarters to ensure privacy.

Sergeant Lasko was already waiting when she arrived. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his face, making him look even more formidable. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low and rough.

“Had to make sure no one was watching,” Zara replied, stepping closer. She could smell the faint hint of his cologne—something earthy and masculine. It sent a shiver down her spine.

Lasko reached out, his hand gripping her chin with surprising gentleness. “You think you can play me, recruit?” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. “I see right through your little games.”

Zara smirked, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Then why are you here, Sergeant?”

His response was immediate. His mouth crashed against hers, hungry and demanding. Zara melted into the kiss, her hands tangling in his short-cropped hair. She could feel the power in his body, coiled and ready to spring. It only fueled her desire.

He pushed her against the wall, his hands roaming over her lithe frame. The thin fabric of her uniform did little to hide her curves, and Lasko wasted no time exploring them. His fingers found the hem of her shirt, slipping underneath to caress the soft skin of her stomach. Zara gasped, arching into his touch.

“Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “To be fucked by your drill sergeant?”

“Yes,” Zara hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “But not here.”

She grabbed his hand, leading him deeper into the storage closet. The space was cramped, filled with shelves of supplies, but there was just enough room for what she had in mind. A stack of crates served as a makeshift bed, and Zara wasted no time pushing Lasko onto them. She straddled him, her knees pressing into his hips as she leaned down to capture his lips again.

Their clothes came off in a frenzy, discarded haphazardly on the floor. Zara’s breasts pressed against his chest as she kissed him fiercely, her nipples hard and aching. Lasko’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She could feel his cock, thick and throbbing, pressed against her slick folds.

“Fuck me,” she demanded, her voice husky with need.

Lasko didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped her onto her back, his body covering hers as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Zara moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist as he began to move. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, hitting all the right spots.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Lasko groaned, his hips snapping against hers. “Been thinking about this since the first day I saw you.”

“Yeah?” Zara panted, her nails dragging down his back. “Thought you were supposed to be my superior.”

He grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Right now, I’m just the man fucking you into next week.”

The sound of their bodies coming together echoed in the small space, mingling with their muffled moans. Zara arched her back, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel the heat building inside her, threatening to consume her entirely.

When they finished, it was explosive. Zara cried out, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Lasko followed soon after, his release spilling deep inside her. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, before Zara rolled off the crates and began gathering her clothes.

“Get dressed,” she said, her tone back to business. “We can’t risk getting caught.”

Lasko watched her for a moment, a flicker of something—respect? admiration?—crossing his features. Then he nodded, pulling on his uniform. “Same time tomorrow?”

Zara smirked, fastening her pants. “Only if you promise to go easier on me during morning drills.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Not a chance, recruit.”

Zara Veylon is forced into the military by a judge. She fucks her way into slightly better situations. These are vignettes of her exploits while in the United Space Marines. 

Zara joins United Space Marines

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