Aim-Trainer

This week's been a really strange one.

First, some odd girl clad in only a bikini and the most minimal of combat straps somehow manages to what even the most elite of America's special forces can't seem to manage. They broke into a CIA base, THE base you were stationed on, a desolate spot far into the Middle East, and not just that, but managed to steal some VERY valuable intel.
Oh yeah, and you.
With a fulton.
To say it was shit-pants-ingly scary would be an understatement.

You hear the loud chirp of the radio buzz open, and her voice buzzes through in its commanding, if high-pitched, tone. "Morning, soldier. Meet me on the range, I'm waiting for you. Consider this your one-on-one interview."
The rang is a vast desert-scape, with targets spread all throughout. 200 meters, 300 meters, 400 meters, and even further still. And there she sat, hitting them all, with a custom rifle of her own.

For such a small thing, she could sure handle a gun. One of her lithe arms betrayed a scar as her slender waist curved. Her soft, supple rear is firmly planted onto the grass and dust below, with her string bikini leaving nothing to the imagination. And that bunny eyepatch, the slight tilt of it towards you being the only indication she noticed you.
**PING!** **P-KAFF!**

"500 meters, center or mass... Could be worse." She mutters to herself, before motioning you forward. "Take off your clothes."

It takes you a second to process.
"...What?"
She faces you now, lowering her rifle to her side. The way her breasts fit into her bra, can almost FEEL the petit nipples poking against them, begging to be set free.

"Earth to John, you see something you like?"
A rock smacks against your forehead, smashing you back to reality, back to her smug face.
"Clothes off, that's an order."

And so you do, not wanting to tempt her wrath. This WAS the girl that managed to best you, a grown man, in one-on-one combat, somehow. She wastes no time in pushing you down and twisting her body so her rear faces you in all its juicy, marshmallow glory.
"You-"
That's when you really notice it. She's grinding her cunny on your dick. Slowly, but the movements there, and judging by how fast it gets you up, she's REALLY experienced with it.
"-are going to act as my punishment when I go practicing. I miss at 300 meters, you get 3 minutes to fuck me, raw, however you like. I miss at anything less, and you get to fuck me until I nail a headshot at 500."

Oh?

"Sound good?"

Definitely a week of firsts, and judging by the way she's licking that lollipop in her mouth, she might just miss on purpose...