[r3born]

Ladies of War



The dense jungle of Vietnam was a dangerous place. Jennifer found herself in this unforgiving environment, her American convoy having been attacked. Bullets whizzed past her ears as she dove for cover behind a large tree, her heart pounding in her chest. Amidst the chaos, she managed to lose track of her unit, and now she was forced to find her way back to the American base on her own.

Jennifer's uniform was torn and disheveled, revealing her ample breasts. She was an attractive blonde, not muscular but fit. As she carefully stepped between trees, following a little trail she had managed to find, she heard footsteps approaching from nearby. She hoped it was one of her fellow soldiers, but to her surprise, it was a Vietnamese female soldier who looked just as worn down as she did. Their uniforms were torn apart, their hair messy, their bodies covered in sweat and dirt.

They eyed each other warily at first, but then their expressions turned determined. There was no question of what they needed to do. The Vietnamese woman spat out something in her native tongue, her words harsh and angry. Jennifer didn't understand the language, but it was clear that she was challenging her to a fight.



Without hesitation, they charged at each other, trading punches and kicks in the dense jungle. Their bodies slammed against tree trunks and the damp ground, leaves and twigs flying everywhere. Soon enough, both of their bras were torn to shreds, their breasts exposed to the elements. The fight raged on, neither woman willing to give in.

Jennifer was surprised by the ferocity of the Vietnamese soldier. She was smaller and lighter, but her attacks were precise and powerful. Every strike was aimed at Jennifer's core, her legs, her chest. The American fought back just as fiercely, landing a series of heavy blows that sent her opponent reeling across the jungle floor.

They rolled around in the dirt, their hands and feet tangled together as they clawed and punched at each other. The sound of their grunts and gasps filled the air, mingling with the cries of animals and the distant boom of artillery fire. Jennifer could taste blood in her mouth as her teeth clashed against the other woman's.

The Vietnamese soldier was strong, but Jennifer knew how to fight dirty. She sank her teeth into the woman's shoulder, eliciting a pained growl. With her free hand, she reached down and grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair, pulling her head back sharply. The Vietnamese soldier's eyes widened in surprise, and she struggled to break free.

Jennifer tightened her grip, feeling the other woman's scalp begin to slide through her fingers. "You're mine now," she hissed, spitting a mixture of blood and saliva into her opponent's face. The Vietnamese soldier glared up at her, her eyes burning with hatred and determination.



With a sudden burst of energy, she twisted her body violently, breaking free from Jennifer's grasp. They were both breathing heavily now, their bodies slick with sweat and dirt. The Vietnamese woman launched herself at Jennifer, aiming a kick at her stomach. Jennifer managed to block it, but the impact sent her stumbling backwards. The woman followed up with a flurry of punches, landing several solid blows to Jennifer's ribs.

Gritting her teeth against the pain, Jennifer fought back. She ducked under one of the punches and tackled the Vietnamese woman to the ground. They landed with a heavy thud, the air rushing from their lungs. Jennifer pinned the woman down, her hands pressing into her shoulders. The woman struggled futilely, their breasts heaving as they gasped for air.

"You're not going to win," Jennifer growled, her breath hot against the other woman's ear. "You're not going to take me back to your people."

The Vietnamese woman glared up at her, her eyes defiant. "You're right," she hissed. "I'm not." With a sudden burst of strength, she bucked her hips, throwing Jennifer off of her. The two women scrambled to their feet, circling each other warily.

"You think you can defeat us all?" the Vietnamese woman asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just one American girl."

Jennifer felt a surge of anger at the other woman's words. She launched herself forward, her fists flying in a blur of motion. The Vietnamese soldier managed to dodge most of the blows, but was forced back several steps. They circled each other again, both women panting heavily from the exertion.



"You're right," Jennifer growled. "I'm just one girl. But I'm one girl who's going to take you down." With that, she charged at the Vietnamese soldier, her arms stretched out wide like the wings of a bird. The other woman dodged to the side, but Jennifer's momentum carried her forward, and she careened into a nearby tree. The impact knocked the wind out of her, and she slid down the rough bark, landing in a heap on the ground.

The Vietnamese soldier stepped forward, her feet crunching through the leaves and twigs. She circled Jennifer warily, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "You think you can beat us all?" she taunted. "You're just a foolish American girl."

Jennifer struggled to catch her breath as she glared up at the other woman. "I may be an American," she gasped, "but I'm not foolish." She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her muscles burning with the effort. "And I'm not going to let you take me back to your people."

The Vietnamese soldier narrowed her eyes. "You are a fool," she spat. "You think you can defeat us all?" She circled Jennifer slowly, her movements fluid and confident. "You are nothing."

Jennifer felt a surge of anger rise up inside her at the other woman's words. She pushed herself up onto her feet, her muscles burning with the effort. "I am not nothing," she growled. "And I am not going to let you win."

The Vietnamese soldier laughed derisively. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "You think you can defeat us all?" She feigned a slap at her own shoulder. "I could take you down with just one hand tied behind my back."

Jennifer's face flushed with anger. She clenched her fists and took a step forward. "Then let's see it," she challenged. "Let's just see how good you really are."The air between them crackled with tension, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the thunder of their own hearts.

The Vietnamese soldier feinted to the left, then to the right, her movements quick and precise. Jennifer parried each blow, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced around one another. The soldier was stronger, faster, more experienced, but Jennifer had heart, determination, and a stubborn refusal to give up.

Their battle continued for what seemed like hours, each woman pushing the other to their limits. Sweat poured down their faces, stinging their eyes, as their breath came in ragged gasps. The trees and bushes around them were reduced to a blur, as they were consumed by the intensity of their struggle.

Finally, Jennifer found an opening. She ducked under the Vietnamese soldier's outstretched arm and spun behind her, her hands reaching for the other woman's throat. The move caught the soldier off guard, and she stumbled forward, losing her balance. But she recovered quickly, twisting her body to face Jennifer once again. Their faces were mere inches apart, their eyes locked in a fierce contest of wills.



Their battle continued, neither woman willing to give an inch. They circled each other, breathing heavily, their bodies glistening with sweat under the hot sun. The air between them crackled with tension, the only sound the rustle of leaves and the thunder of their own hearts.

Jennifer lunged forward, her hands reaching for the Vietnamese soldier's throat, but the other woman was too quick. She dodged to the side, her hands snapping up to grab Jennifer's wrists. There was a sickening crunch as their bodies collided, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a heap. They rolled apart, gasping for breath, their muscles screaming in pain.

The Vietnamese soldier propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes glittering with determination. "You are a tough one, American girl," she said through gritted teeth. "But I will not let you escape." She pushed herself up to her feet, her legs trembling with exhaustion.



Jennifer forced herself up as well, her muscles burning with the effort. She knew she couldn't let the other woman gain the upper hand again. They circled each other warily, their bodies aching from the exertion of their previous battle.

The Vietnamese soldier feinted to the left, but Jennifer was ready for her. She stepped aside nimbly and counterattacked, her fist connecting with the other woman's stomach. The soldier grunted in pain and staggered back a step. Jennifer followed up with a flurry of blows, landing punch after punch to the soldier's arms and legs. The Vietnamese woman was strong, but Jennifer's relentless assault was wearing her down.

As the soldier struggled to maintain her footing, Jennifer grabbed her by the collar and slammed her against a nearby tree. The impact knocked the wind out of the soldier, and Jennifer took advantage of the moment, pinning her arms behind her back. The soldier squirmed and twisted, but Jennifer's grip was unbreakable. "Give up," she growled, her breath hot against the other woman's ear. "It's over."

But the soldier only glared at her defiantly, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Jennifer knew that she couldn't let up, not even for a moment. She pressed her body against the soldier's, their bare skin sticking together from the sweat that covered them both. The air was thick with the scent of their exertion, the sounds of their labored breathing and the rustle of leaves in the trees.



As they stood there, locked in this intense standoff, Jennifer felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She couldn't explain it; she'd never felt anything like this before. It was as if time itself had slowed down, as if the world around them had faded away, leaving only the two of them, locked in this desperate battle for survival.

The Vietnamese soldier's breath came hot and ragged against Jennifer's neck, and she could feel the other woman's heart pounding wildly against her own chest. There was something primal and terrifying about their proximity, about the raw power that coursed between them. She could see the determination in the soldier's eyes, the unyielding will to fight to the bitter end.

Jennifer knew that she couldn't let her guard down for even a moment. She tightened her grip on the soldier's arms, feeling the strength of her opponent through her own muscles. With a grunt, she pulled the soldier away from the tree and spun her around, pressing her body against the smaller woman's back. She wrapped her arms around the soldier's chest, pinning her arms to her sides, trapping her breath in her lungs.

The soldier thrashed and twisted, trying to break free, but Jennifer held on tight. Her own breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain her grip. She could feel the heat radiating off the other woman's skin, smell the sweat that dampened their bodies. The air around them was thick with the sounds of their labored breathing and the rustle of leaves in the trees.

Despite her exhaustion, Jennifer knew she couldn't let up now. She pushed herself to her limits, her muscles burning with the effort. The soldier's struggles became weaker and more desperate as time passed, and Jennifer could feel the tension beginning to drain from her opponent's body. Finally, with one last convulsive thrash, the soldier went limp in her arms.



She released her grip and stepped back, watching as the soldier slumped to the ground, gasping for air. For a moment, they stared at each other, the tension still palpable between them. Then, slowly, Jennifer lowered herself to her knees beside the soldier. She extended a hand, offering her the chance for peace.

The soldier hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth between Jennifer and the hand that she'd offered. Finally, with a shaky breath, she reached out and took it. Their palms met, skin to skin, and for a fleeting moment, they held on to each other. It was a fragile truce, a brief respite from the violence that had consumed them both.

As they sat there, their fingers entwined, Jennifer couldn't help but wonder at the strange turn of events that had brought them to this place. Just hours ago, they'd been enemies, fighting for their lives in the thick jungle. Now, they were sitting side by side, their bodies still slick with sweat and dirt from the battle. The air was heavy with the scent of their exertion and the tang of fear that still lingered in the air.

The soldier, whose name Jennifer still didn't know, seemed to be collecting herself, taking deep breaths as she stared off into the trees. Jennifer couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. She'd been through hell today, just as Jennifer had. They were both survivors, in their own way.

She tentatively reached out and brushed a lock of hair from the other woman's face. The soldier flinched slightly at the contact, but didn't pull away. Jennifer smiled reassuringly, hoping that it wouldn't be misconstrued as a threat.

The silence stretched on between them, heavy with the weight of their shared experience. Jennifer wasn't sure what to say, or even if there were words that could possibly express what she was feeling. She felt an overwhelming sense of kinship with this stranger, a bond forged in the crucible of battle and the desperate struggle for survival.

As she studied the other woman's face, she realized that the soldier was staring back at her with an expression that mirrored her own thoughts. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a mutual respect that transcended their former roles.



Their gazes locked, and without hesitation, Jennifer leaned forward, brushing her lips against the soldier's. The kiss was tentative at first, hesitant, but as it deepened, so did their connection. Their bodies moved instinctively, pressing closer together, and Jennifer felt the soldier's hand slip beneath her shirt, tracing patterns on her back.

The world around them faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in this tiny pocket of peace. The sounds of the jungle seemed to recede, replaced by the rhythmic beating of their hearts and the soft gasps of their breaths. Time itself seemed to slow down, as if they were existing in a separate reality, apart from the chaos that had brought them here.

Their bodies moved together in a dance that was equal parts desperation and surrender. Jennifer felt the soldier's lips trail down her neck, sucking gently on her skin as her hands tangled in her hair. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the sensations that were washing over her.

They were both lost in this moment, their minds blank and empty save for the feeling of each other's skin against their own. It was as if they had been transported to another world, a place where there was no pain, no fear, no war. All that mattered was the connection they shared, the physical and emotional bond that had been forged in the crucible of their shared experience.

Jennifer felt her hips grind against the soldier's, the movement mirroring the rhythm of their breaths. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into the other woman's chest, and moaned softly as she felt the soldier's teeth graze her collarbone. The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming, that it seemed to cut through her like a knife, piercing her very soul.

She reached down, her fingers finding the soldier's already-aroused sex, and began to stroke her gently. The soldier cried out, her head thrown back, her body arching further away from Jennifer before snapping back, their hips grinding together in unison. Their skin was slick with sweat and the remnants of the jungle they'd fought through, and Jennifer could feel the heat radiating off the other woman, could feel her heart racing beneath her fingertips.

Their movements became more urgent, their breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside them both. Jennifer leaned forward, taking one of the soldier's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard as she continued to stroke her. The soldier's hands dug into her shoulders, her fingernails drawing tiny lines of pain that were instantly forgotten as they intensified the pleasure coursing through her body.

As they moved together, Jennifer felt her own orgasm building, threatening to tear through her with the force of a tidal wave. She could feel the tension coiling tightly in her stomach, her muscles tensing in anticipation. With a gasp, she came, her body shuddering as waves of release washed over her. Her hips bucked wildly against the soldier, their rhythm lost as they both gave themselves over to the sensation.

The soldier followed close behind, her body arching sharply as she cried out, her inner muscles clenching tight around Jennifer's fingers. Her nails dug into Jennifer's shoulders, drawing thin lines of pain that only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through her. Their breath came in ragged gasps, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy.

As they lay there, still entwined, Jennifer could feel the weight of the soldier's head on her shoulder, the steady rhythm of her breath. She traced idle patterns on the other woman's back, wondering how they had ended up here, in this unlikely place. The jungle had been a harsh mistress, but it had also been their sanctuary, a place where they could forget the war and find solace in each other's company.

[Vanessa]

Outstanding!

[ry_bo_9]

Nice artwork

[amy918]

Great work. So realistic. Do more catfights.