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Kelly Comet

No caliber is too big for her

You're In The Army, Doll

The Milky Marshals are the the ultimate elite female force in the galaxy. Every year, the most beautiful women in the Galactic Confederation armed forces compete for a chance to join their ranks. Space ranger Kelly Comet wants the job, but the Milky Marshals will put her passion to the test.

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Nova stared at Kelly for a long time, her gorgeous blue eyes unflinching. Kelly stared back at Nova. Her willpower was tested. She knew it, and she needed to send a strong message back, standing her ground without fear, but without coming out as disrespectful either. It was a fine line to thread.

After a couple of minutes, the Milky Marshal began to walk around Kelly, very slowly.

“So here we are for the final stretch, Lieutenant…?”

“Comet, Madam! Lieutenant Kelly Comet, Shooting Star ID 1624-XX70, Confederate Space Rangers, Madam.”

“At ease.”

Nova completed a few more revolutions, checking the Ranger from head to toe. Right off the bat Nova knew that in appearance, Kelly Comet possessed every asset of a good Marshal. Her long, powerful legs supported her fit bubble butt stretching her army camo cutouts.

Kelly was bare feet and the Marshal noted with satisfaction the white tips of her glossy toenails, and the little gold chain wrapped around her ankle. Being an extraordinary soldier was not enough to become a Milky Marshal. One also had to express exceptional femininity, through sheer beauty but also the mastery of make up and accessories.

The rest of Nova’s inspection confirmed her first initial impression. She passed her hand through Kelly’s long bleached hair flowing from under her green camo cap, and appreciated the touch of originality coming from the few pink strands. She turned around Kelly one last time, brushing her hip with one finger. She moved her finger up Kelly’s well defined abs and cupped one of her boobs. She lifted it to appreciate its generous weight. The nipple darted under the black fishnet tank top. Nova rolled it between her fingers, watching Kelly’s face relax, her full lips slightly parted. The Shooting Star had soft and young facial features supported by a provocative make up.

“You are a true beauty, Lieutenant, no doubt about that,” Nova said.

“Madam, thank you, Madam.”

“But it takes a lot more than that to be a Milky Marshal. I won’t lie to you, you’re in the final top two now. But the Navy Sirens have sent a pretty uncanny girl. Do you think you have what it takes to beat her?”

“Madam, yes Madam!”

Nova smiled.

“What made you pick the milky gang bang as final trial?”

“Madam, sex is my specialty, Madam.”

“Really? You know, there’s sex, and then there’s Marshal sex. My girls aren’t going to go easy on you.”

“Madam, I know, Madam.”

“Cocky, huh?”

“Permission to speak freely, Madam.”

“Granted.”

“I have worked harder than anyone to get where I am now. And I’m not going to let any Navy pussy take my job.”

Nova laughed.

“Well, we’ll see about that. For now, here’s how we’re going to proceed. You’re to let these eight Marshals dispose of you any way they see fit. You are not allowed to resist, is that clear?”

“Madam, very clear Madam.”

Nova pointed at one of the walls of the danger room. On the smooth, reflective surface a clock marked 00:00:00.

“See that clock? You have to hold as long as you can..."

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