Maid-Squire Varrot

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"We're going to whip you into shape, Varrot!"

"Ehehehehe, whipping. Can I do the honors, Nina? I've been wanting to push her to her limits since she got demoted."

"We're not doing this to hurt her Jane."

"Says you. Her screams of agony... oooooh the screams... they'll be..."

"I mean it! I won't let her touch my room until she proves she can take the brutal punishment of a good workout."

"Punishment? I can do punishment, VERY well."

Varrot just stared at the two prattling on to themselves about her like some puppet with strings they could ply to whatever ends they desired. She could already discern that Jane loved every second she stood by for a chance to order her around into whatever sadistic pleasures she had conjured in her head. When under her command, Jane never ceased to bemoan orders for restraint, and what frightened Varrot the most was how closely the black-haired Shocktrooper reminded her of that inhuman Giorgios Geld. If Nina weren't there, she shuddered to think of what Jane's 'workout' would involve.

"Varrot, take off those ridiculous high heels this instant."

"Yes, ma'am!" Varrot answered her de facto drill instructor Nina, trying not to remember the cadets from various squads milling about, running their own exercises under the Drill Instructor's guidance. If the court order had not specified her duties as exclusively serving Squad 7, she might have found herself in the fields with her superiors daily. The cool earth on her worn feet felt heavenly, free of the painfully uncomfortable posture the high heels imposed. Perhaps, she thought, this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Alright Varrot, for a light warm-up, let's see ten laps around the field!"

Varrot's eyes bulged, and she spoke before she could think her words through. "Are you crazy?! That's at least two miles, and I've been out of practice for years!" Regaining an understanding of her place post-comment, she quickly sought to rectify it by bolting up a salute. "... Ma'am."

Nina reacted surprisingly calm compared to the fury Varrot expected for questioning a higher authority. "I have no use for wimps or quitters. Show me you mean business Varrot, or you'll have to give the bad news to General Damon about why you didn't clean my room."

Prove herself... to be able to clean Nina's room? The whole idea verged on lunacy. Prove herself so she could gain entrance to where she would spend part of her day dejectedly brooming her floor, making her bed and washing her dirty laundry. She wanted to tell the woman off again, but she knew by the look in Nina's doggedly strict demeanor that another slip-up would not pass as easily as the first. Little choice offered, Varrot took off down the field at a smooth, steady pace. After one pass around...

"Hustle, Varrot!" Nina barked. "I want to see you busting your ass out there."

"Mmm... I can help her with that, if you don't mind..." Jane's voice slithered with perverse delight, ignored by her fellow shocktrooper.

"I thought you said this was a warm-up!" Varrot's voice jumped with the pounding of her bare feet on the dirt track.

"It is, now show me what you're made of! No maid-squire of mine is walking away from this field clean and dry."

Any griping she had to make faltered with the struggle of pumping her legs for speed. Her skirt flapped and billowed with the wind rushing past her slim, small frame, the whistles of a few men bringing a crook to her lips that, when seen, made for more spirited catcalls.

"Hey, nice legs you got Elle."

"Work it babe!"

The searing heat she felt flush across her face mingled flustered annoyance with a vaguely familiar sensation brought on by the furious beating of her heart, made hotter when she felt a hand smack her rear as she passed one group. Without the foresight to remove them, how her glasses managed to remain affixed to her face astounded Varrot. Sweat began to drip from her brow, trailing the rim of her glasses to reach the bottom edge and jump to her cheek. The tiny drop continued its descent, forming a rivulet down her neck that aired its light musk warmly. Soon enough, that small drip dampened the front of her maid uniform, the cups for her bosom drenched. On the final lap, she slowed, legs bounding awkwardly in a disjointed sprint that made a bigger show of her white pantied ass every time the skirt rushed up. At the finish, she took a few final staggers, panting deep and long for control, hands clenching at her thighs with her doubled-over posture.

"You finished strong. I like that," Nina complimented. "Drop down and give me forty crunches."

Varrot glared up at the eccentric self-made instructor like a madwoman, sporting a second-long twitch in her eye. "WHAT?!"

"You're warmed up, it's time to get to the REAL workout. Forty crunches."

She swallowed, hoping to alleviate the dryness of her parched throat. "I... I haven't... rested... from the warm-up!"

"If that much bowled you over, I'm done training you."

Heaving an exhausted sigh, Varrot did as demanded by her superior. Consciously, she sat to the ground, knees folded in and legs closed, dropping on her back. She laced the fingers of both hands together for stability behind her bun of black hair and began when the booming voice of Nina forced her to a halt.

"Not like that! Spread those legs and alternate from one to the other in your crunches."

Varrot stared, mortified by what that would lead to. "But... but that would be indecent! Everyone on the field would see under my skirt."

"To hell with decency, we're here to train your body. Isn't a reputation as a hard worker worth more to you than that?"

Whatever crazy standards Nina trained with, they clearly weren't the same as hers. She sighed. "Yes ma'am."

The snickers she could hear past the wall of her cloth skirt infuriated the commander turned maid-squire, and she hoped to the Valkyrur that her sweat-soaked panties didn't allow for more of a view than she would permit of her own accord. She grit her teeth tightly as a burn sank into her abs, her breasts shifting with what loosenes her garments still had.

"Push through the pain!"

Nina's support fell flat without the willingness of Varrot herself to take such a grueling set of exercises. As the day progressed, she withstood multiple reps of push-ups, arm-curls and squats, the last bringing her to a boil at what remarks she could imagine cadets passing amongst themselves about her. In the end, she stood before the work-a-holic limp and hunched, calves and biceps stringy with overuse. The wide grin on Nina's face was no consolation.

"Good workout today, Varrot. Keep it up and you'll be in top shape before you know it."

Varrot reached for the canteen, taking stock of Nina heading toward the barracks, before pitching her head back to gulp down mouthfuls of water. The quenching of her thirst brought her to her wits in time to see, in her peripherals, Jane saunter to her side.

Jane's voice whispered cooly in her ear. "You didn't think your workout ended with Nina, did you? Come on, Maid-Squire Elle. I'll make a special Jane Turner workout for you."

In that glint of a second, the ache of a good day's workout numbed to nothing at what Jane might have in store.


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Story codes: Other (workout)