Infiltrate My Life ~Captain Phasma xFem Trainee!Reader
May the fourth be with you all!! I just needed an excuse to write another Fic for Phasma lol. Smutty Fic for Star Wars Day 😘🏳️🌈🖤
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, implied masturbation, smut, thigh riding, spanking, spanking kink, mommy kink, implied pain kink…?, implied future smut, etc.
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You barely dodged a yet another swing, that Phasma sent your way.
You two had been sparring for hours by now.
You looked at the clock and it read 11:30pm…
You were a panting mess.
While the Captain was still energized and swinging at you.
You had been assigned to her as your training mentor, and unlike a lot of the other senior imperial staff, she took it seriously.
Physical Training every morning at 4:30.
Dieted Breakfast at 8.
Stealth Training at 9:30.
Dieted Lunch at 12:30pm.
Weapons Training at 2:30.
Gear Analysis & Training at 4.
Dieted Dinner at 5:30.
Sparring Session at 8.
She worked you around the clock, and still managed to get all of her other duties done with nothing short of perfection.
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When you had first met Phasma, you were immediately intimidated and a little scared.
And when they paired her as your mentor, you were at odds.
You had been picked up to be a covert operative, and the First Order had given you an Imperial Trooper Captain as your mentor…
But as soon as the Captain laid out her expectations, you quickly realized how serious and skilled she was.
She could without a doubt train an assassin.
~~~
Phasma threw another punch, but this one you didn’t dodge in time…
Her fist collided with your face, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.
You groaned in frustration.
You would never beat this woman…
“Again.” Phasma ordered.
You huffed, rubbing your nose slightly and then realizing your nose was bleeding…
Oh well…
you thought as you got back up, your breathing labored and your body sore and aching.
Again and again Phasma struck you down, until she had decided it was enough for today.
“You can go. I expect you here at 4:30am sharp.” Phasma commanded, before leaving you on the floor of the sparring ring.
You groaned again in frustration, smacking your hand against the mat in anger but quickly recoiling in pain.
You winced at your bruised hand, as images of Phasma pinning you down flashed in your head.
You sighed, feeling your core tense and heated as it usually was after your more intense sparring sessions.
You just couldn’t help it…
Sparring Sessions we’re the only time that Phasma ever took off her entire armor.
Or at least the only time in which you were ever present…
Every time she shoved you to the ground, brushed against your shoulder, pinned you to the floor, or just touches you in any way, sparks of electricity were sent or your core.
You knew this was dangerous…
This was not the business for developing feelings.
But you couldn’t stop what you felt.
So you suppressed it.
Unfortunately for you, that meant your mind only brought it up more…
So every night, once Phasma had ended your session, you were finally able to relieve the painful ache in between your legs before going to bed.
~~~
The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed and into your training clothes.
You were tired and your mind was still fuzzy.
Today was leg day, so your mourning training would be in the weight room.
No one was awake at this hour, let alone lifting weights, so you walked the corridors in silence, which made you only more tired.
You entered the weight room with a yawn to find Phasma in her sparring wear still, leaning against a wall with a wicked smirk on her face.
You closed the door.
“Your late.” She sneered.
“Sorry… What will it be this time?” You mumbled.
Whenever you were late, Phasma would punish you with intense physical regimes…
“Something new…” Phasma taunted with that devilish smirk.
“Ok…” you said, not understanding what was going on with her.
“You know, I have to do security camera checks every few months. I did one last night.” She purred.
This was a new tone…
“Oh?”
She didn’t usually make small talk…
“Yes… And I saw something interesting…” her eyes twinkled with a new, dark substance.
Your stomache dropped.
She knew.
She had to know.
You hummed in response, not being able to form any words as your mind was spiraling.
“So today, we will be trying out a new punishment…” Phasma tauntingly purred.
You gulped.
Her tone sent shivers down your spine and sparks to your core.
“Yes Ma’am.” you whispered.
“Oh no, that won’t do… What was it you called me last night and the many nights before that…?” She wickedly toyed with you.
She’s seen the other ones as well…
You were so Fucked.
“I asked you a question, trainee.” Phasma jeered.
“Mommy…” you whispered, eyes glued to the floor and an intense blush scoring your face.
But this wasn’t satisfactory for Phasma.
“Look me in the eyes when you tell me what you call me when your hand in inbetween your legs and your screaming my name in pleasure.” Phasma lustfully commanded, her eyes now completely dark with lust.
You whimpered and looked into her hungry, lustful eyes, “Mommy…”
Phasma hummed and proceeded to straddle a weight lifting bench.
“Bend over Mommy’s lap.” She ordered.
“I… what..?” You breathlessly stuttered.
Phasma darkly chuckled, “Make Mommy repeat herself again and your punishment will be far worse…”
You audibly gulped, making Phasma grin at the effect she had on you.
You immediately went over to her and practically collapsed over her lap, your wobbly knees giving in.
Phasma then pulled down your pants along with your knickers and spread your legs so that your ass was raised her for her.
“Count. If you stop, forget, or miscount, Mommy starts over. Understand?” She jeered.
“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly in anticipation.
“Already so needy aren’t you, slut?” Phasma tauntingly purred.
But before you could say anything—
Smack!
Phasma had smacked her hand against your ass, hard…
You yelped and jolted forward a bit, “Fuck! One…”
“One what?” She sneered.
“One Mommy…!” You immediately replied, hoping she still counted that.
Her hum of approval told you that it counted.
Whack!
“Two Mommy!!” you yelped, your ass turning a blush pink color.
Crack!
“Threeeeeee fuck Mommy…!” You groaned.
“Such a slut…” Phasma chuckled.
Thwack!
“Four Mommy please…!” You mewled, your ass approaching tomato redness.
“Begging will get you nowhere, not when your being punished…”
Snap!
“F…FIVE Mommy!!” you cried out, the sting becoming harsher.
“I can already see your glistening slickness, slut… Is that all for mommy?” Phasma taunted.
Smack!
“Six Mommy yes yes all for you…!!” you cried, tears starting to well up and trickle down your face.
Phasma hummed in delight.
Whack!
“Sev—Seven! Mommy please Im… I’m sorry please!!” You stuttered in a cry, burring your face in her lap to muffle your sinful sounds.
But Phasma was quick to pull your head back up.
“No no slut… I get to here you…” she wickedly purred.
Crack!
“Eight FUCK Mommy!!” you cried, your voice going shrill.
Wetness was dripping down your inner thighs at this point.
Thwack!
“GOD please Nine Mommy…!!” you screamed.
“God won’t help you now…” Phasma chuckled, “Last one if your good, slut…”
“I’ll be good so good please mommy please!!” You plead.
Smack!
“TEN MOMMY!!” you cried out.
Phasma then started to rub your red, raw ass lightly, causing you to let out a breath of relief.
She then lowered her lips to the shell of your ear and whispered,
“If you ever touch yourself without my permission again, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you in the dining hall in front of everyone…”
You gulped.
“Yes mommy…” you choked out, your voice strained.
You squirmed in her lap, suddenly feeling extremely desperate and in need of relief.
Phasma darkly chuckled at your efforts, and she easily picked you up to straddle her thigh.
Instinctually, you bucked your hips against the blondes toned thigh.
But she stopped your administrations.
“Tell me what you want, slut…” she purred in your ear.
“Wanna Ride your thigh and cum on it… please mommy…?” You whimpered, desperate for some friction.
“Alright, slut… ride my thigh…” she permitted.
But you didn’t ride her thigh, no…
You rutted against her thigh.
Fast, sloppy jerkings of your hips as you desperately fucked yourself on her thigh…
You fell apart in minutes.
Your body spasming and collapsing on top of Phasma.
“Thank you mommy…” you mumbled.
Phasma chuckled and rolled her eyes, “If you ever call me that when it’s outside this scenario, I will kill you myself slowly and painfully.”
