Basic Training (closed)

Staff Sergeant Brian Carter
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It was an ungodly hot day at Fort Leavenworth in Kansas, and Sgt. Carter was now standing before three lines of new army recruits, whom he was slowly carving into Army killing machines. “Alright, you pieces of shit,” he said, spitting on the ground. “Today, you will be jogging a mile around the entire courtyard of the base,” he said. He pointed to a water well near where they were standing. “I don’t want any of you fainting, so make sure your canteens are topped off. Understood?” he asked his troops.

He spotted one female private who seemed to be eyeballing him. He pointed to her. “YOU, madam, get your ass out of line and get up here,” he commanded to her. “The rest of you, get out of here.” He ordered. The woman headed up to him as the rest of the squad headed off. He glared down at her. “You think its fun to eyeball me?” he said to the private.

Private Angela Benningfield

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Standing there in the heat she could not help but to eye her drill sergeant. He was a gorgeous piece and the army had done wonders for him. Sweat was dripping from her forehead as she stood in line up. She was not to concerned about the run because she was already in pretty good shape and could probably run circles around the people here.

As Sergeant Carter called her forward she stepped up with confidence looking him directly in his eyes and not allowing her eyes to wander about again. As she stood there and listened to him bantering her. She waiting till he was finished. "Well sir if you must now yes I enjoy eye balling you." Angela had always had a bit of an attitude and that was the reason she was here. She had gotten into trouble back home and so her parents told her she had to go here or be sent to an all girl school. So of course she picked the Army.

She had always intended on joining, just maybe not this soon. But as she looked at Sergeant Carter she wondered if this would an experience she would remember. Maybe it was the heat getting to her or the simple face she had issues with authority, she was not sure why she was acting this way at the moment but she was.

Carter glared into her eyes, then let out a laugh. “You are a spicy piece of work, aren’t you, Private. You’ve got night patrol duty,” he barked in her face, informing her that she will be up half the night, patrolling the barracks where they slept.

“Now, join your squad,” he said, pointing to the others who were halfway across the courtyard. He slapped her ass playfully as she spirited across him. He would have to break her in and teach her some respect. She was a sexy piece of ass, and probably used to getting her way.

When Angela heard his orders she rolled her eyes and then took off for her squad. It did not take her to long to catch up to them and she liked the fact that this was easy for her. After a few minutes she was at the head of the squad running. The heat of the day pouring down on her she took a quick drink from her canteen and then took a small amount to the top of her forehead. It hopes of cooling her a little.

Running the trail was not to bad as part of it was covered by trees. She had been a runner her whole life so this was not a challenge to her. Although the heat would be. Finally getting out of the woods she noticed where the pack picked back up and then she was off yet again. Noticing a few people struggling in the back she shook her head and turned around slowing to their pace and cheering them on to catch up. She knew it was hot but if you thought to much about it, it would get to you even more.

Sgt. Carter climbed the observation tower that allowed a good view of the entire compound. Using a set of binoculars, he watched her support the rest of the squad as they made their way around. Damn it, if she wasn’t such a difficult number, I’d make her squad leader, he thought as the squad slowly rounded the furthest point of the path. Aside from the mouthy hot private, the rest were the typical mix of out of shape high school students. In a few weeks, he would have molded them all to army standards, even the mouth.

He headed down the tower and helped himself to a drink of water and then stood at the beginning of the trail as the squad came running around to the starting point. “GET back in line,” he ordered strictly as they all formed in. He couldn’t help but look at the private from before, but he quickly snapped his eyes away. “Alright. Good run, everybody.” He pointed back to the barracks. “Shower up and get out of those sweaty clothes, then help yourselves to some lunch,” he said, pointing to the mess hall. “You have one hour,” he commanded.

As the recruits ran off, Carter himself went to the mess hall and helped himself to lunch, and waited carefully for his privates to arrive.

Angela ran into her barracks and to the showers stripping of her garments and taking a quick rinse under cold water. She knew with this heat that showering was not going to help any of them really. Shaking her head she fixed her hair pulling it back into a tight ponytail and then pulled on the uniform they had to wear. Thankfully having two sets of her uniform she smiled softly and left the barracks walking into the mess hall.

Oh wonderful she thought to herself just like high school all over again. She shook her head and went up to the line to get her food. Angela was 23 now and she really hated the thought of feeling like she was in high school all over again. As she got her food she walked to her table with her lips pursing in annoyance. Yes this was going to be hell.

She sat down in her chair her back straight and her posture perfect to their standards, the only reason she knew this was because her father had served in the Army which was why she wanted to go in the first place. So all of the basic things she pretty much already had down. Eating her food quietly she sat there remembering how things had been at her home. Yes she was here now but that was because she made a stupid decision one night and wanted to see if she could out run the car lot dogs. Well she could the only problem was, was when the police got called.

When Carter had finished his lunch, he threw his tray up on the counter and then headed over to where Private Benningfield was sitting. He stood behind her and looked down at her from behind as she ate.

“Wow, Benningfield. I’m impressed. You are actually sitting like a solider, not a tramp,” he said, as he walked around to her side. “You showed good team work out there too. If you got your attitude improved, you might be worth something,” he said. “What’s your major malfunction?” he asked.

Angela looked up to him now. She had, had it with him. Pushing out from her seat she stood up and faced him only coming up to his upper chest she had to look up at him. Taking in a deep breath her anger showed through her eyes.

"I am no whore so you need to watch what you call me. I don't give a flying fuck if this is boot camp. And my problem sir is you."

She said harshly and only loud enough for his ears to hear her. She placed her hands on her hips and stood there. Angela was not one to back down to anyone, no matter who they were. And her dad had laughed at the thought of how her drill instructor would handle her. Her dad knew that she was a hand full. But if you could reach her well that was to be seen.

Carter glared into her eyes and didn’t back down. She was tougher than he thought. “Alright, cut the shit, Private. For the next 12 weeks, your ass is mine,” he said gruffly. “I don’t give a shit if you hate me, but you have to deal with me,” he snapped. “Your attitude makes it how hard this will be. You’ve got night patrol for the next week,” he ordered. “And come to my office when you are done with your lunch,” he said, before storming out of the mess hall and heading to his office, located in the barracks near where the rest of the privates slept.

While he waited, he grabbed Private Benningfield’s file and started reading it.

Angela picked up her tray and tossed the whole thing away. Se hated this bull shit that was going on. He was a complete fucking ass. And she would not be another private that he conquered. On no she would be his biggest challenge yet. Storming out of the mess hall she walked off to his office. Oh this ought to be fun she said to herself. Deciding to just walk in she walked in on him reading her file standing there she looked at him.

"You wanted to see me privately."

She said with an attitude. She did not care if she offended him. She really did not give a flying fuck what he thought. In her eyes he was a prick and she did not like him at the very least. He may be pretty to look at but when he opened his mouth it ruined it all.

Carter looked up and saw her standing there. There was something appealing about her attitude, most of the privates that came through here were so scared shitless they bent to his will, and he was able to mold them into Army soldiers. “Well, you have quite a file, Private,” he said, throwing the folder on his desk. “Quite a history. Your father had a record Army career, then his little brat daughter joins after getting in trouble with the law. You think this is better than jail?”

He stood up and walked directly in front of her. “First off, I apologize for calling you a tramp. It wasn’t called for and it was disrespectful. Second off, you better unfuck yourself, private. There is a difference between being strong willed and being a bitch. You have the physical ability to lead your squad,” he said. “So, I’ll treat you with respect as long as you give me 100% out there, got it?” he said in a calm, even tone.

Angela stood there. Give a 100 percent what the hell did he think she had been doing. Standing there she shook her head for a moment still pissed off about how he was talking to her. What call her a whore and then just apologize. No it just was not that easy with her, no matter who the person was. And dear old daddy had taught her that.

"Sir what in the hell do you think I have been doing having a mother fucking party here. I have been busting my ass because your lazy ass thinks its ok to sit and just watch."

She said her anger flaring up. Any time her father had trained her he always participated. He never would have just sat there and watched. That was not how you made a team work. You had to show by example not by words and apparently this man just did not seem to understand that. So she stood there with her hands on her hips looking at him.

Carter growled and glared at her. “You bitch,” he said, growing impatiently. “You think you are some hot shot little thing because you can out run all those chubby 18 year olds out there.” He punched the desk angrily. “I want some fucking effort from you. Helping your squad was a start,” he said. “I want to see more if it, you got that?” he said. His thick fingers gently touched the ends of her hair. “Now, get your pretty little ass out to the courtyard for firearms training,” he commanded, pointed to the door.

He headed out to the courtyard where the rest of the squad had assembled. He took his place at the front. “Alright, privates. Get you asses over here,” he said, leading the group of them over to the firing range, where several targets were laid out and some firearms were set out. “Alright, you morons,” he grabbed a gun. “This is a M16 assault rifle,” over the next 30 minutes, he quickly gave a lesson on how to reload, clean and fire it. “Anybody think they can hit the target at 200 meters on their first time?” he said, glaring at the squad. Suddenly, he caught a glimmer in the eye of Private Benningfield.

Angela followed suit and paying attention. Her dad having already trained her how to shoot she stepped forward. Looking to her Sergeant. She still had her anger flowing through her and it shown in her eyes, but she liked taking it out by showing she was more than any one really ever expected of her. Walking over to the sergeant she stood there.

"I can hit the target at 275 meters if you like."

She said with a bit of an attitude as she stood there, her hands folded behind her back nicely as they were suppose to be. She did so slight respect but she was sure it was not the way he wanted it. She had arrogance. And you give her a gun well you got a fun time on your hands .

Carter growled at her and smiled. She certainly was feisty, and she seemed to enjoy pushing the Carter's buttons. “Alright, Private. Let’s see what you can do,” he said, handing her the assault rifle. He knelt down next to her as she took position at the firing line. He pointed out to the targets at 100m and 200m and 300m. "Alright, two shots at 100m, two at 200 and two at 300." he said. "Do them first at kneeling, then try it laying down," he said. "I know you won't want to get all dirty."

As she was about to take her first shot, he interrupted her by whispering, “You know nothing gets me harder than a woman who can shoot,” He said softly.

Angela knelt down and began to set herself up to shoot. As she was about to pull the trigger she heard his words infiltrate her mind. Her body reacted and became hot suddenly. Looking at him she shook her head and dropped to the ground laying down and aiming first at 100 taking her two shots and hitting dead on and then did the same for the next to. Shooting was something she loved and her father had trained her well. Although she did need a little help with the very last target as she tried to focus but her thoughts going else where.

"You know you really are a pain in my ass."

She said as she tried to set up the perfect aim taking her time. Her body wanted to be closer to him, but her mind was screaming no. Trying to focus was becoming harder and she knew she needed to do this, she knew in war there were distractions of course probably no ones that wanted to make you fuck right then and there but distractions none the less. Setting up aim she took a deep breath and shot.

Carter grinned as the private started messing up. The two had obviously begun a feud of sorts and it seemed like she had been rattled. “Yes, Private. I am a royal pain the motherfucking ass,” he said, before standing up. He disrupted a few rifles to the other privates. “Alright, keep firing at the 100 meter target. When you can get a bulls eye, work on the 200 meter,” he commanded, and watched as the other privates shuffled off.

When they were gone, he knelt back down next to Private Benningfield. “How is that 300m target coming, Private?” he quipped. “If you like that gun I know one you can handle back at base,” he said with a chuckle. He officially had the hots for the young private, she was sexy and feisty and an equal match for his hard ass. This would be a fun 12 weeks.

Angela heard his words and shook her head. Clearing her mind she shot the gun and hit the target. Standing up she turned to face him looking at him with that same look on her face that she had while shooting the guns. Standing there she took in a deep breath. What as this man trying to get at, and what the hell did he think she was some type of whore. Well he would soon learn otherwise.

"I don't think I will be accompanying you at base sir. I have night duty remember, or did that little brain of yours already forget."

She said simply. He may have been hot but he was an ass. And she would not just simply lie down for him and spread her legs. That was not her nor who she was. Her dad had taught her to have respect and that was one thing she had that she intended on keeping. So he would have to find another private to spread their legs for him. Stepping in closer she glanced around and made sure no one saw her.

"Oh and sir if I wanted to you fuck you, you think I would be a bitch to you. You can go find one of the pretty new little privates who is so eager to serve her country. Me on the other hand I am not just going to lay down and spread my legs for you."

Smirking she stood back again looking at him dead square in the eyes. She knew what she had said had more than likely pissed him of but in all honesty she really did not care if she had. She was not a whore and she would not act like one or for that matter be treated like one. Standing there she folded her arms across her chest and waited for his reaction.

Carter growled as she spoke. Some of the other privates seemed concerned, he turned to them and barked, “Keep firing, damnit,” and they all went back to what they were doing. Carter turned to back to Angela. “Listen to me private,” he said. “I don’t need my rank or my position to get women. If you fuck me, it’ll be because you want to,” he said to her. All of this was making him more and more hot for her. He felt himself overcome with lust for the spicy private.

“I don’t get you, Private. I offer you the chance to give you a fair shake and you call me a bastard,” he said. “I’ll get you straightened out yet,” he said. “Drop your weapon, and run the jogging path twice. Meet us back at the barracks when you’re done,” he commanded, watching her go.

Angela stood there pissed looking at him. That fire that she had before ignited into flames as she stood there listening to him bitch at her. Shaking her head she fumed and opened her mouth to say something but decided to be quiet and took of running her laps grinning she turned around.

"Oh Sergeant Carter do you think you could keep up with me?"

She said taunting him as she turned back around and went back to her running and back to her thoughts. He was an arrogant son of a bitch. And she enjoyed pissing him off. She could not help herself it was natural for her to do that. But for some reason she liked being under his skin. Knowing he would be thinking about her trying to figure her out.

Carter swore at Angela has she ran off, watching her cute shapely ass bounce around as she jogged off. Carter instructed the rest of the squad to unload and set their rifles back before he led them back to the barracks and dismissed them for the night, allowing them to have free time in the small rec room. He climbed up to the observation tower and spotted the private running. She was already further than he predicted. As she finished, he climbed down and stood at the tower as she jogged into the finish line.

“Wow, private. You’ve ran that course three times today in 98 degree heat,” Carter said sternly. “You’re lucky you don’t have any fat on that ass,” he said. “Get your ass in the rec room and unwind. You have some free time before dinner is served, then your night shift starts right after that.” He commanded, and headed off to his office.

Angela looked at him pissed. Her breaths deep and a little ragged. She knew she needed to get some water in her. The heat was getting to her finally and running that much in this heat was not smart. Walking off away from him she walked over and filled up her canteen and drank it all quickly. She was parched and her mouth felt like sand paper. She filled her canteen back up and then finally walked off to the rec room and found a seat.

Sitting down she rested her head in her hands. Shaking her head she was pissed, she was use to no sleep but this shit was just fucking ridiculous. He was going to kill her if he kept this shit up. Shaking her head she would not let him break her, no that was what he wanted. She was going to give him hell for this. And she would find a way to do it when no one else was around.

Closing her eyes she relaxed for a while. Slowly she dozed off sitting there her body burning up from being in the hot and dry sun all day. Her breaths were jagged and weak as she sat there. Shaking she woke up and looked around to realize that everyone had left the rec room. Just great no one told her.

Shaking her head she got up and walked outside and over to the Sergeants office. She did not feel like eating. She just wanted this night to end. And then to race through the next 12 weeks. Of course if she kept her attitude this would happen a lot. But she really did not care.

Carter spent the rest of the day in his office, planning out how he would be molding the recruits for the rest of their time together. Aside from Benningfield, they were a typical recruit class. They were out of shape, and clumsy with the guns, and they would need some serious shaping. Good thing he was the best, Carter thought. He looked up as Private Benningfield walked in. “Well, good evening,” he said. “Right on time, I see.”

He stood up and grabbed a flashlight and nightstick from under his desk, giving both to her. “Here you go, Private. Make sure nobody is out of the bunk after lights out. My quarters are in the back, if anything serious happens. At around 1 am, Private Jenkins will get up and you exchange with him and get some sleep. You got it?” he said with a coy smile.

Angela looked at him, her eyes softer than usual as she stood there, still trying to relieve herself from the dream she had, had in the rec room. This man was going to drive her insane. If he was not such an ass she probably would not like him at all. But meaning he was one of the first to step up to her, well she could not stop her body from being turned on by him. But she was not a girl to just spread her legs for anyone. The man she had lost her virginity to was someone she had grown up with and someone she trusted with her life and heart. On the surface she seemed like such a hard ass which was why it was hard for anyone to believe that she had a soft spot.

Taking the flash night and night stick she shrugged and just rolled her eyes. Of course he was not as much fun as when she pissed him off, and ironically she enjoyed making him mad and seeing his true carnal instincts kick in. She just could not help it, he had so much more about him when he let go and just got pissed and she enjoyed bringing it out in him. But turning she walked out of his office and then smirked.

"Looks like another lazy night for the famous Sergeant Carter."

She said sarcastically. Then made her way out of his office before he had time to stop her.

Carter got pissed. He had just about had enough of her. She was a saucy brat who didn’t seem to get the picture, or the army way. Carter was starting to doubt if he could turn her into an Army fighting machine. He slammed his fist down on his desk with a great force and swore, before standing up and storming out of his office. He stormed past Angela his shoulder bumping her out of the way.

“Ooops, sorry private,” he said to her rudely, before headed to his own private room in the back of the barracks. He slammed his own door shut and sat on his bed, unting his boots. Maybe only getting 4 hours of sleep would help her get used to the idea of following orders. It wasn’t about fucking her anymore, it was about getting her to be a team player!