Her former drill instructor

Valerie set off in the direction of the second outpost. On her way, she once again fashioned a makeshift top from some leaves. To make up for losing her panties, she decided to fashion a skirt for herself from some plants. Her outfit was essentially a slutty tropical dancer costume, and while that didn't make her feel too comfortable, it was better than being naked.

It took her a few hours to reach the second outpost. It was midday now, and the heat had begun to make her sweat. She reached the destination, and found another familiar face. She didn't feel happy on seeing him, though - rather the opposite.

"Nice to see you, Rick.", she greeted him.

"That's Sergeant Rick, Valerie.", he barked back.

She sighed. During her early years at the academy, Rick was known for taking his job as a drill sergeant way too seriously. It didn't look like he had changed very much since.

"I'm here for the second test, Sarge.", she said, getting straight to the point. Time was running out, and Rick wasn't one for chit-chat anyway.

"Is that so? Why are you running around dressed like Pocahontas, then?", he smirked.

"I-uh, there was an accident-", she began to respond.

"SILENCE! It's a shame to see how standards have fallen. You've grown soft since I last saw you, Valerie. I'm here to see if you still have what it takes!"

She nodded, familiar with how his speeches went. She could almost predict what he would say next.

"30 push-ups, 30 squats, 30 sit ups! Go!"

Even though she was exhausted by her trek, she knew better than to argue. She began to do the exercises as he had commanded, dropping down and beginning the push ups.

"HARDER! Is this the kind of maggot they let become an agent these days? I don't think so!"

She upped the intensity, feeling beads of sweat beginning to form on her forehead. After a while, she finally completed the last push-up.

"DID I SAY YOU WERE ALLOWED TO TAKE A BREAK?", Rick shouted, not letting her pause and take a breath. She got up and began her squats. After a few, she realized her makeshift skirt wasn't really doing so well and becoming loose at her waist. It was threatening to slip at any moment. To her dismay, Rick wouldn't let her stop to fix it.

Around her 25th squat, the skirt gave way and fell to her feet. She turned red and tried to pick it up from the ground, but Rick was unrelenting. To her shock, he slapped her bare butt when she bent over.

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION?", he shouted. "IF YOU STOP ANOTHER TIME, YOU'RE FAILING THIS TEST!"

She gulped, resuming her squats, her butt still stinging from his slap. She finished her set, panting, and went to lie on the ground to do her sit ups. This time, it was her top that decided it had had enough punishment, and unraveled pretty much as soon as she began. She didn't dare to stop, knowing that Rick was keeping a keen eye on her. She could tell he was trying to hide the erection that had begun to form in his pants.

She diligently finished the sit ups, her entire body slick with sweat. She rose to her feet with some effort, her muscles sore.

"Well done.", Rick said. "Looks like you're not completely useless. Here's your proof of completion."

Valerie let out a shocked gasp as she felt his hand slap her ass. When his palm left contact with her skin, she realized he had placed the second sticker directly on her right ass cheek. To her surprise, she felt slightly turned on by that.

"You have about an hour and a half left, and a long way to go.", Rick said, looking at his watch. "You better hurry."

She decided her makeshift outfit would only slow her down. She set off in the direction of the final outpost, moving as fast as she could.