Form fitting would be an understatement to describe the dress uniform of the Skull Admiral. It fit her immaculately toned and athletic body like a second skin in all the right places. The black color trimmed with gold buttons and embroidery with the skull badge on her right breast gave an air of intimidation and authority. Not like uniforms of old however did it attempt to make her masculine. That satin top gave an emphasis to her breasts, the pencil skirt did the same to her thighs. The uniform served to demonstrate what a perfect human specimen the Skull Admiral was physically.

I was not even yet a Cadet. My appearance before the Skull Admiral was a rare one and I knew little about what would transpire. I did know that I was stripped naked, my hands bound behind me, and led into a room where I was placed upon my knees. For an interview prior to basic combat training this seemed the oddest of steps.

The Skull Admiral did intimidate me. She leaned back in a chair, towering over me having come in a few minutes after I'd been placed upon my knees. She had looked me over clearly evaluating something before she decided to speak.

"Do you know the survival chance for a Helldiver on their first drop?" She asked.

I first exhaled a relieved sigh. Despite the oddity of the situation it was something I could understand.

"Ma'am, it is 0.001% Ma'am." I replied as flatly as possible. I didn't expect to address her that way but it did just happen to come out of my mouth.

She nodded and smirked. "Yes and you want to be one?"

"Ma'am, Yes I do Ma'am." I replied again in the same tone.

She grinned. "Death wish or masochist? Which is it?" She asked.

"Ma'am I am going to survive it is neither Ma'am." It wasn't the best reply but I said it.

She continued to grin. My confusion grew as I realized that on some level she was toying with me as one would lead a cat with to chase a laser pointer. "You're going to die you know." She stated, this time with no question.

I let the silence linger. I wasn't sure if I should respond or not. I wasn't sure what the intent of this entire setup was if I were being evaluated or who knows what. She broke the silence herself. "How many drops?" She asked.

"Ma'am, I do not understand the question Ma'am." I requested.

"How many drops, what do you think I have gone through. What do you think I have survived to make it to my position? What do you think it takes to not just be a Helldiver but to get into my position?" This was the real meat. We were getting somewhere.

"Ma'am I do not know Ma'am. I would guess 500?" I had started to crack. No longer speaking in the rote tone I had been.

"Lower" Her response was stern as if she were totally incapable of turning off the air of authority from her voice. I felt my pulse quicken and my cheeks blush a bit.

"Fifty?" This response from me was a question and the tone downright sheepish. It garnered the response from her of stomping a combat boot on the floor. I got the idea and responded again. "Ma'am, I feel it took you fifty drops Ma'am." I returned to my more disciplined tone.

"Fifty five drops. Fire, Ice, Poisons that burn and suffocate, robots that cut down my squad with ruthless efficiency and a lack of care for our way of life that can only be explained by their soulless nature." She paused. "I succeeded as a Helldiver by dropping into ANYTHING."

Then she did the oddest thing. She shifted in her chair, uncrossed her legs, pulled her skirt back, and looked down so my eyes met hers. "Do you have what it takes to dive?" She asked me her final question. My jaw dropped and I hesitated in stunned silence. She placed a hand on her knee and ran her fingers up the inside of her thigh. My eyes followed and noticed as she shifted the skirt that she had nothing underneath it.

"For Democracy" I uttered and shifted on my knees closer to her and started to lean in.

First of all if you made it through that I congratulate you. I did not intend for this prompt to be so long but the ideas kept rolling in. For a couple weeks now I've been intending to write a Muffdiving as a play on Helldiving prompt and here it is.

Kinks & Ideas to explore: Powerplay, Authority Abuse, Non-reciprocal pleasure, weirdly sexy military outfits, human superiority

LIMITS: Automatons - Get your AI out of here, Race & Ethnic play, true non-con

Desire & Expectation from the prompt: I'd like to write some sort of roleplay about how the rest of the interaction goes. I could see a longer story developing involving the main character getting relegated to a Pleasure Corps instead of Helldiver unit. I prefer to write longer stories on Discord.