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When Grace saw the article about females being accepted for front line combat roles in the infantry, her world turned on it's axis. A career as a lawyer seemed pre-ordained but there was this itch she couldn't scratch. Her oldest brother was a fighter pilot and he'd taken her up for a joyride. The prospect of being in combat thrilled her. But not remotely, high in the sky. Up close and personal, face to face. The infantry. Perfect.

Straight away she researched options, downloaded an application form and filled it out: age 18, height 5'7" weight 133 pounds etc. She didn't email it however but drove to the local depot so she could check it out. She followed the signs to the Orderly Room and a kindly middle aged man with stripes on his sleeves attended to her. He read through her application carefully, raised his bushy eyebrows, looked up and cleared his throat. "Much as we'd like to have you here at the Regiment as a recruit Miss-er-Grace it would be remiss of me not to point out that with your grades you could easily go straight to Officer Training."

"Yes but I don't want that, I want to train as a front line soldier." said Grace.

The Sergeant cleared his throat again and chuckled "Well-er-yes but the junior officers, Ruperts we call them, are also in the front line, it's just that it would be a bit more...civilised for a young lady like yourself..."

Grace realised he meant well and fixed him with her best heart melting smile before saying quietly "I don't want to be a "Rupert" and I don't want civilised, I've had that all my life. I want to test myself."

"Well you've come to the right place for that, we pride ourselves on being the hardest regiment in the army." he shook his head slowly.

Grace's eyes glittered "Don't worry about me, I'm tougher than I look. I can take care of myself."

The Sergeant said "Very well Miss, you're clearly a young lady who knows her own mind." as he signed and stamped her application "You might as well go and see sawbones for your medical while you're here."

He smiled as he watched her svelte form receding down the corridor and wondered, not for the first time, if the Army that he loved was really ready for this.

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Tears. Screaming. Unbridled fury. Grace had never seen her mother Claire like this.

"It's done Mother, I've enlisted. I'll be shot as a deserter if I don't turn up." Grace quipped.

"Not funny Grace." snapped Claire "Why on Earth would you have to throw your life away like this?"

"Oh Mother don't be so dramatic. I've just deferred my studies. Think of it as a gap year." said Grace.

"Well see that it is." snapped Claire trying to lock in a concession "Your father and I have always looked to you to take over the firm one day." she said looking at her husband for support.

He shook his head "Leave me out of it Claire. We've always said we'd let the kids follow their own path. Just because the other four didn't go into the Law doesn't mean Grace should be stuck with it. I'm damn proud of her actually. Damn proud. It takes guts to do what she's done, in fact she reminds me of a girl I once knew...I'll be in my study when you've finished shouting."


"I need some air." said Claire walking off. When she was outside she rang Madison "I need to see you at the gym if you're free."

Madison laughed "Bronwyn told me. I thought I'd be hearing from you tonight! Looking forward to it actually. You certainly sound all nice and feisty!"

"What does Bronwyn think about it?" asked Claire in a clipped tone.

"Oh she thinks she's bonkers. Then again, we do have problems with authority in this family." Madison chuckled "Meet you there in 30 babe?"

"That's a date bitch. And you'd better bring your A Game." said Claire

"That would be more than you can handle Darling." Madison groaned "Oh this is going to be so good!"

 
Grace went into her father's study, where he had already poured two glasses of whisky and was puffing on a large cigar. She sat on his lap, as she had done since she was a little girl and plucked the cigar from his hand, taking a few puffs before saying "Thank you Daddy."

"It'll all be OK Grace." he said quietly "You know what your mother is like, she'll let off steam and tomorrow she'll be dealing with it as she always does. You've always reminded me more of her than your sisters. You've certainly got her temper, which you might be needing where you're going!"

Grace laughed and sipped her whisky "I'll come back to the law one day Daddy, I can't explain it but this is just something I need to do first."

"I know." he said. 

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Grace left the luxury of her sprawling family home behind and drove to the depot to commence basic training. There was plenty of parking at the depot, even for lowly recruits - a legacy of years of defence cuts slashing manpower. Where there used to be two infantry battalions there was now only one. This also meant that barracks accommodation was comparatively plentiful. On Grace's course, the first ever to include females, the four of them were accommodated in a large 30' square room originally reserved for NCO's, with built in furniture including proper, albeit single, beds and a communal bathroom attached. The 24 men were in a more basic hut with bunk beds and had to walk to an amenities block. Grace smiled at the way the old salts couldn't bring themselves to treat the women the same as the men.

They were given time to unpack and introduce themselves in the room. Grace did her best to tone down her posh accent but the other girls couldn't help picking it up. Out of habit Grace sized them up:

Tanya, attractive in a slightly brutal sort of way, tanned skin, brown haired, brown eyed, 5'7" about 140 pounds 36C 28 37 with a sulky, lazy sort of strength about her and... a vague air of menace, a rough diamond whose average sentence seemed to require at least one profanity, 28 years of age she'd worked at various jobs, mostly as a barmaid. Grace had developed an instinct by now that told her instantly that at some stage she would fight Tanya - a prospect that quietly thrilled and attracted her. The electricity between them had sparked when they shook hands - Tanya's grip was strong and she wanted Grace to know it.

Madeleine, very attractive with a long elegant face, pale skin, red hair and green eyes, 5'6" about 120 pounds 34B 24 34, well spoken but quiet to the point of shyness, 23 years old she had worked as a secretary since finishing school but had joined up in search of adventure. Grace felt an immediate strong attraction to her which was reciprocated with shy smiles.

Nora, slightly pinch faced with small dark squinty eyes and dark hair, 5'3" about 120 pounds 34B 26 36, with a voice that Grace found chirpy and irritating, mainly because she never stopped talking, 24 years old she had trained as a hairdresser. Grace noticed that from the start she was ingratiating herself with Tanya, who she took to be the Alpha female of the group. She seemed harmless and Grace wanted to like her but felt no attraction for her.

All four girls in that room realised straight away that, physically, there could only be one possible challenger to Tanya as the Alpha but three of them dismissed out of hand the thought of the posh 18 year old girl ever taking her on.

Tanya had marched into the room as if she owned it and claimed one of the far corners. Grace realised the other two girls were waiting for her to make her choice and she quickly took the near corner next to Tanya because the built in wardrobes acted as room dividers and gave her a large measure of privacy from that direction whereas the cubicles were completely open to those on the opposite side. In effect the large room was divided in two by the floor to ceiling wardrobes with just a 6' passageway between them. As she had anticipated, Madeleine quickly claimed the cubicle opposite her and Nora happily took the far cubicle opposite Tanya. She smiled at Madeleine and they chatted easily as they unpacked. In the background they could hear Nora chirping away to Tanya in an ingratiating manner.

"The battle lines are drawn" thought Grace to herself. She started to have fantasies of a late night 2 on 2 dorm rumble, like in a boarding school. After all her many catfights at school under Bronwyn's expert tutelage, she thought she could hold her own with Tanya, although she expected her to be a dirty fighter and a tough opponent. But she had her doubts about how Madeleine would go against scrappy little Nora. Though she had a great body, Madeleine seemed a little soft by comparison - even more so mentally than physically. Then again, she had chosen to join the army so maybe there was more to her than met the eye.           
 
First stop after unpacking was the barber's shop. Naturally the girls went first. Naturally the barber gestured to 'the looker' of the quartet, Grace, to go first of all, which earned her a scowl from Tanya. Grace had thought a lot about this - even though the choice was limited - and said without hesitation "Number one comb all over thanks." and watched in the mirror as her beautiful long blonde hair was completely shorn off. She grinned at her new look. She didn't mind it actually. Kind of sexy. But the production line quickly moved on. The barber looked at Madeleine but Tanya barged forward and not to be outdone ordered the same as Grace, the shortest possible cut. Grace thought she looked quite brutal and sexy and started to get wet for her. Nora bumped Madeleine and followed her heroine, again plumping for the No 1 option. Grace thought getting rid of her untidy dyed short hair was actually a distinct improvement, making her look more normal and less furtive. Finally Madeleine smiled at Grace in the mirror as she opted for the No 1 cut and they maintained eye contact as her beautiful red hair was shorn off. Grace thought she looked breath taking and realised she was getting very wet and her hard nipples were starting to show through the t-shirt she had been instructed to wear from home.

Thankfully a Corporal took the four girls to the uniform shop to get kitted out. A girl with a perfect figure like Grace always looks good no matter what she's wearing. The uniform fitted her like a glove and even with no makeup and no hair, she emerged from the uniform shop looking dead sexy, as if she was dressed in a designer outfit on the catwalk. The military cap on her looked like a fashion accessory. Madeleine too seemed to fit the next size down just as well and they couldn't help smiling at each other as they hefted their new kitbags to take their gear back to their barracks room. The off the rack standard sizes were not so kind to Tanya and Nora however as there was loose fabric and bulges here and there instead of the smooth tapered fit of the other two girls - they still looked hot to the male recruits ogling them as they walked past, just not as hot as Grace and Madeleine, who had generated noticeably more interest.

After carefully hanging their dress uniforms and stowing all their other gear and changing into standard working dress it was time for dinner in the soldiers mess. They actually looked like real soldiers! The food was adequate and plentiful - far more than Grace wanted - although she thought with a pang that she wouldn't have minded a glass of her father's red wine with it rather than the cordial and cocoa that was all that was on offer. Naturally some of the male recruits were trying hard to pick them up. Despite being by far the youngest of the four females Grace effortlessly flirted with them, tantalising them and putting them in their place by turns. Her warm plummy voice and extraordinary beauty simply captivating the 'lads' as she called them. Tanya and Nora just weren't quick witted enough to engage in the banter and Madeleine just turned beet red and stared at her plate in front of her.

Back in the room Tanya and Nora claimed the first shower - there were two shower heads in a large communal shower and two handbasins so that four people could get on parade quickly. Grace went and sat next to Madeleine on her bed, stroking her back gently "You OK?" she asked "You were very quiet at dinner."

"Oh, I'm always quiet." said Madeleine "I really wish I could be more like you, I mean, how do you do it, you have everyone eating out of your hand, you just make it seem so effortless."

"Just be yourself, Sweetie" said Grace "You're a very beautiful women and you're very lovely and very charming. I think you're absolutely gorgeous darling. You certainly don't need to be me, I like you just the way you are."

"Really?" said Madeleine turning towards her, trembling.

Grace drew closer "Really. I absolutely... adore you Madeleine." she drew closer still and noticed Madeleine's quick intake of breath as she too moved closer. They locked lips. It was a beautiful long sensual kiss. When she finally pulled back Grace could still hear the shower running so she kissed Madeleine again, rejoicing in the primal groan it wrung from this demure and delectable girl.

By keeping her ear cocked Grace could still hear the shower running as they made out. Eventually she twigged that something must be going on in the shower too. She undid Madeleine's belt and trousers and plunged her finger inside her exquisite wet pussy, making her cum almost immediately. Madeleine mimicked her actions and she found herself in the grip of a beautiful orgasm. Madeleine stopped but she urged "Keep going!" and they both came again and again.

"How did you do that?" gasped Madeleine "I thought multiple orgasms were a myth!" and Grace laughed.

The shower was still running. Obviously it ran off a centralised boiler and wouldn't run out Grace thought gratefully. They had time to undress and slip on their bathrobes before the shower finally stopped. Grace liked the fact that, like her, Madeleine wore slides on her feet on the linoleum floor, unlike the two barbarians who got around in bare feet. They waited for the others to emerge then took their place in the bathroom. They turned on both showers and soaped each other down. Grace began to understand why Tanya and Nora had taken so long. As they kissed under the streaming water she daydreamed and realised what a stroke of luck it was to be on the first ever recruit course: there were no female NCOs in the regiment to supervise them and the men were keeping their distance. They could pretty much do whatever they liked when in barracks! She revelled in Madeleine's soft smooth skin against her own as they again pleasured each other with their fingers. They towelled off and returned to their beds just before the lights went out at 10pm. They would turn on again at 5am.

About 5 minutes later Grace noticed Nora stealing quietly over to Tanya's bed. A moment later Madeleine appeared next to her bed and let her nightie drop to the        floor before she climbed in and Grace felt the thrill of her soft warm body next to her. "I haven't had much experience, in fact I've never even been with a girl before." Madeleine whispered apologetically "I've always wanted it but I was too shy."

"Well you seem to be making up for lost time just fine." said Grace, kissing her. Grace worshipped Madeleine's whole body with her mouth and hands, literally from her toes all the way up her shapely legs to her exquisite pussy, which she devoured. Madeleine had never cum so violently in her life. Grace took her in a 69 and scissored their pussies until they were both completely spent. Making love in a single bed and trying to keep totally quiet also added a unique flavour to the experience. Finally they lay together and whispered their innermost secrets.

Grace learned that Madeleine had left her job as a secretary after an affair with her boss had gone wrong. She joined the army out of a desire for something completely different and because she wanted to harden up and stop being a doormat to all the men who had been in her life. She also warned Grace she didn't like the way Tanya looked at her and thought she meant her harm. Madeleine said she herself was afraid of Tanya and sensed the violence in her.

Grace stroked her stomach gently and cooed "I have the same feelings about Tanya but don't worry, I'd never let her hurt you Sweetie."

"But what could you possibly do against her, my love?" asked Madeleine plaintively.

"Fight her if I have to." said Grace "Although I'd need you to mark Nora Sweetie, I can't handle them both."

"I've never been in a fight" said Madeleine quietly "I've never told anybody this but there's a part of me that actually wants it, like, really wants it. If it comes to a fight with those two, and I have a feeling it will, I won't let you down Grace."

Grace kissed her "I've had quite a lot of catfights. Didn't win them all but I've done OK and you know what, I absolutely love it! You will too, I'm sure. Wanting it is the first step. And Sweetie, win or lose, the sex afterwards is fantastic."

"Mhhm sounds good!" murmured Madeleine snuggling into her "Tell me more!" 



   

       

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For Grace hours spent making love were equally as restful as hours spent sleeping, maybe because the sleep was deeper, so when the lights went on at 5am on Tuesday, the first real day of training, she was instantly awake and fully alert. Madeleine had returned to her own bed at some stage and Grace realised with a wry smile that there would be no leisurely morning lovemaking in her immediate future. Quarters squared away, dressed and outside on parade at 5.30. The wiry, tough looking training Corporal was already there waiting for them, immaculately turned out and smoking a cigarette After a brief inspection he walked them to breakfast, explaining that the first order of business would be 'square bashing' - foot drill and teaching them how to march. In future they would be marching - or 'doubling' everywhere - no more walking!

Their training Sergeant was a fierce, strong looking man of about 40 with a clipped mustache, piercing blue eyes and an erect carriage to go with his perfectly fitted uniform. His boots were like black glass. He was Grace's idea of what a soldier should look like. She was grateful for the Corporal's preliminary inspection as various other recruits were lambasted for minor deficiencies in their turn out, which she took careful note of. Grace realised that the Sergeant was running through well worn jokes and abuse as he and the Corporal laboured with surprising patience but no shortage of caustic commentary, to turn the 28 raw recruits into a well drilled platoon. "Don't call me Sir, I work for a living!" he roared at one hapless recruit and Grace had to stifle a giggle. Foot drill was surprisingly intricate and difficult to master and...tiring - at the end of two hours on 'the square' Grace's feet felt like lead.

It was a relief to change in PT gear and go for a run. Rather than running in formation they were allowed to freestyle it but not get ahead of the Sergeant or fall behind the Corporal bringing up the rear. Their individual fitness levels were obviously being assessed. Grace was a very fit girl, a fine horsewoman, strong long distance swimmer and used to fast walking 4 miles to and from school each day for the sake of the exercise that she loved. Since she had started catfighting and hanging out with Bronwyn she had added running and free weights to her regimen as well as boxing and wrestling training with her older brother Ted.

Grace kept an easy pace at the middle of the pack. Somewhat to her surprise Madeleine paced her. Tanya and Nora were somewhere behind them. As the Sergeant just kept running many of the leaders of the pack started to fall back and Grace and Madeleine moved up until there was no one between them and the Sergeant. Grace realised from the angle of the sun that they had run in a long circuit and were heading back to the depot. She also figured they had been running for over an hour. She started to struggle a bit and fall back but the Sergeant continued at the same pace. Madeleine stayed beside her. Grace forced herself to pick up the pace and again closed up behind the Sergeant with Madeleine staying level with her. At last the gates of the depot came into view. The Sergeant continued straight to the soldiers mess where large containers of water were set up on trestle tables outside under a shade tree with plastic cups. He ran right up to the table and turned around for the first time during the entire run. He saw only the two girls behind him as he took a drink from a cup of water. They gratefully took a cup each and immediately refilled it and refilled it again. The corners of the Sergeant's mustache twitched upwards. "Well done you two, that's 10 miles." was all he said.

After 5 minutes Tommy, a big, well built farm boy came into view, blowing hard and eventually another 5 male recruits straggled in before the Corporal arrived sitting upfront with the driver in a 3 ton truck - and the other 20 recruits, who had dropped out along the way, in the back. They climbed out stiffly. Grace was delighted to note that the barmaid Tanya and the hairdresser Nora seemed to be in particularly bad shape. Her eyes met Madeleine's and they smiled at each other. Tanya seemed to have had the stuffing knocked out of her. Grace felt her pussy getting moist with excitement. She was thrilled that Madeleine's chances of holding her own against Nora seemed to have improved considerably. She could feel what was coming and now faced it with more confidence.

The Corporal conferred with the Sergeant who announced "All right you lot, that's lunch. On parade again in work dress for weapons training at 2pm."

"You could have left me for dead." Grace said to Madeleine, who shrugged and smiled "You didn't have to stay with me."

"Running is the only thing I've ever been good at." explained Madeleine to Grace "It gives me this rush and makes me feel good about myself. And, by the way, I'll never leave you."

The programme was well judged, the weapons training, familiarisation with the standard assault rifle, was not physically demanding, nor was the session on radio or the one on first aid - where many recruits got their painful blisters attended to. Grace, having spent a lot of time growing up on her grandparents farm, could already handle a shotgun and rifle proficiently. She couldn't wait to fire the sleek automatic rifle on the range the next day.

After dinner, Tanya and Nora simply flopped face down on their beds. They moaned with the pain that wracked their bodies and talked about 'washing out' the next day. This gave Grace an idea, which she whispered to Madeleine who giggled and agreed.

During the night Grace had told Madeleine how she would only catfight with girls she was attracted to who were up for 'submission sex' by the loser afterwards. She'd also told her about how she liked to fuck her opponent before a catfight and confided that she desperately wanted to fuck Tanya before fighting her. Madeleine had groaned with desire and admitted she wouldn't mind fucking Nora either - before during and after a catfight.

They approached the two girls lying prone on their beds, Grace carrying towels and a bottle of massage oil. Grace approached Tanya and Madeleine approached Nora. "You girls look like you could use a massage." Grace announced as she sat next to Tanya and started to stroke her back, before moving on to her strong shoulders, kneading them with both hands. Tanya groaned "Arrgh, feels good."

"Let's get your clothes off Sweetie." murmured Grace to an unresisting Tanya as she rolled over and Grace stripped her naked. Grace then applied some oil to her hands and started with Tanya's feet. Madeleine had done the same to Nora and came over to apply oil to her hands, giving Grace a lingering kiss. Madeleine copied Grace as she thoroughly worked over aching feet, calves and thighs, then stomach and breasts, flipping Tanya over to work down from the neck to shoulders, back, glutes and the backs of her legs, lifting them in turn to massage them thoroughly, finally flipping her back to give the kiss of life to her pussy. They made love in a frenzy. Then they all went to the shower and soaped each other down and fucked on the tiles with the water running over them. Grace spent the night in Tanya's bed and Madeleine in Nora's. Madeleine seemed to have the knack of not letting Nora speak, for which Grace was thankful.

Grace was a little confused though. She still felt in her bones that she was meant to catfight with Tanya and having grappled with her strong body all night, wanted it more than ever but the lovemaking had gone beyond pure sex and...she was starting to like Tanya.

Next morning, on parade, 6 recruits had dropped out. The main point of the brutal 10 mile run had been to weed out early on many of those who were not going to make it to the end. Tanya and Nora actually looked and felt quite good after their 'rejuvenation' at the hands of Grace and Madeleine. There was no more talk of 'washing out'

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With the rifle on single shot selective fire Grace drilled the bullseye of the target repeatedly at 200 yards. She then did nearly as well at 400 yards. The hardened training Sergeant, who had seen it all, was becoming seriously impressed with her, even remarking to the Corporal that they could send her off to qualify for her Marksman's badge. She blitzed the obstacle course but what really impressed the Sergeant was the way she helped the other recruits through it. Arduous route marches, sleeping under canvas in bleak weather, nothing seemed to faze her. She threw herself into mundane tasks like cleaning the barracks and doing the laundry. She even taught many of the male recruits how to iron their uniforms properly. Despite her obviously privileged background she never complained of discomfort and had emerged as the clear leader of the four girls who were all still on board 10 weeks into the 13 week course, whereas another 4 of the men had dropped out.

The four girls had just finished lunch when one of the regular soldiers came over and, smirking, dropped a magazine on the table. It was a sports magazine. With Grace on the cover. In a bikini. With a full photoshoot inside. He smiled and said "Hey Grace, could you autograph it for me?"

The other girls were stunned but Grace just smiled and fanned the pages "Just let me check that the pages aren't stuck together....oh dear..."

At that point the eagle eyed training Corporal came over and picked up the magazine. "What the..." his voice trailed away. He rolled it up and stuck it under his arm, turned to the soldier and said "Fuck off Craig. Leave the girls alone." jabbing him in the chest for emphasis. He went. The Corporal turned and in the softest voice they'd ever heard him use said "I'm sorry Grace, you shouldn't have to put up with that."

Grace said "No, it's alright really, he was just having a a bit of fun, I'm sure he didn't mean any harm."

The Corporal nodded grudgingly "Maybe not but he's not the sort of bloke I'd want anywhere near my sister, if you take my meaning." and strode off.

Nora said in her comic voice "I can't help noticing that the Corporal pinched that blokes magazine and now he seems to be making a beeline for his bunk!" and they all laughed.

The Corporal took the magazine to the training Sergeant and said "I don't know if we have a problem but I just think you need to be aware. She's a flaming model for Pete's sake."

"Fuck!" said the Sergeant "I knew she was a looker but...fuck..."
   
The Sergeant took it to the Regimental Sergeant Major who took it to the Colonel. "Fuck" he said looking at the cover.

"There's more pictures inside, Sir." said the RSM drily, winking at the Sergeant.

Seemingly his meaning went over the Colonel's head as he flicked through to the main feature and just stopped himself from saying "Fuck" again.

He sat frozen at his desk "What on Earth is she doing here?" the Colonel asked hollowly.

"Absolutely first class recruit according to Bill here." said the RSM.

"How far into her course?" asked the Colonel sharply.

The RSM turned to the Sergeant and said "Bill?"

The Sergeant said "10 weeks, Sir"

"Right, so the milling is just coming up?" asked the Colonel.

"Yes Sir" said the Sergeant.

"I know that the Army, in it's infinite wisdom, has ordained that women can now engage in combat and therefore combat training but can you imagine the outcry if a picture of this girl turns up with this beautiful face all banged up?" the Colonel asked and getting no response continued bitterly "And this shit never flows uphill. No, I think we pull...all... the girls out of the milling. Otherwise we could have a PR disaster on our hands."

"With all due respect, Sir, my job is to train soldiers to fight not... " began the Sergeant.

"With all due respect, Bill, your job is to do what I tell you to do. It will be my arse in a sling over this, nobody else's." said the Colonel.

The RSM waved the Sergeant down. "Perhaps, Sir, we could ask the girls if they want to volunteer for the milling and leave it up to them. Nothing sticks to us that way."   

"Why don't we ask the men if they want to volunteer as well." spat the Sergeant in disgust.

The Colonel ignored him and nodded slowly "Fred, I think you're on to something there but I want you to modify the rules for the women as well so their faces don't get marked."

The Sergeant went to protest but the Colonel held up his hand "That's my decision Bill. End of discussion." 

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Although things in the girls barracks room had settled down and Tanya was no longer so abrasively hostile towards her, Grace still desperately wanted a catfight with her. For one thing, the period of recruit training was by far the longest she had gone without a catfight since she had started. For another, Tanya's brutal sexiness and aggression as a lover was driving Grace crazy with fighting lust. Madeleine also had whipped herself into a frenzy at the thought of fighting Nora and no amount of fucking could quite fill that void. And then there was the fact that Tanya and Nora had admitted they wanted to fight them just as badly... 

So the girls were thrilled to find out about the 'milling' that had been scheduled as an introduction to unarmed combat and to test their fighting spirit.

They were lined up in the gym in their PT gear and mats were laid out on the floor but the girls were kept apart. The Sergeant approached them. "The Army is still figuring out how to introduce women into combat. This is normally an essential component of the recruit course but your participation is voluntary at this stage. You do not have to fight if you don't want to."

"Do the blokes get a choice?" asked Grace.

"No" said the Sergeant.

"That's fucked" said Grace "I'm in."

"I'll fight you babe." said Tanya simply.

"I'm in." said Madeleine and Nora together, looking at each other.

"Thanks girls. I really appreciate you stepping up." said the Sergeant "Now we do milling differently to most other regiments. We basically let you fight any way you like, fists, feet, grappling, no holds barred, I guess you can scratch or bite, pull hair, or whatever girls do as well. What you can't do is eye gouging, breaking bones or marking each other's faces, so no blows or scratching the face, got it? Now, which of you have been in a fight before? Grace, Tanya and Nora raised their hands. He was momentarily nonplussed by Grace raising her hand. But he guessed he shouldn't have been by now. "OK well you girls can lead off, Grace and Tanya first followed by Nora and Madeline. The men will fight without their shirts and shoes and socks, I suggest you do the same. The shirts only get ripped anyway. Alright, the objective is to defeat your opponent by knockout or submission, I may stop the fight at any time and award the decision, after 5 minutes I may stop it and award a draw or I may let it go on. Any questions? No? Good. Let's get cracking.

Grace and Tanya removed their shoes and socks and t shirts, revealing their khaki sports bras. Grace tugged at her shorts and raised her eyebrow, Tanya grinned and nodded and they removed their shorts, revealing their khaki sports briefs. The two well stacked girls hugged and Grace quipped "Hairpulling? He must be talking about pussy hair!" and Tanya laughed. They eyed each other smiling as the other recruits surrounded the mats and waited with bated breath for the collision of these two goddesses. Every recruit was glad they had made it this far just to see what was about to take place, including Madeleine watching her friend Grace anxiously and suppressing her excitement about her own match with Nora with extreme difficulty.

 

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Tanya eyed Grace reflectively as she stood easily on the mats. Great body, she thought. Great fuck too, which Tanya would take full advantage of after the fight, which she expected to be short. She didn't doubt that with her body and her attitude Grace would have done well in after school catfights. Tanya had immensely enjoyed them herself but Tanya also had 10 years on Grace - 10 years of brutal bar room brawls and no rules street fights. The girl just didn't know what she was getting herself in for. These stupid rules were a nuisance, no punching to the face? WTF was that about? Not to worry, Tanya had a trick up her sleeve that had never failed...

Nobody noticed the Colonel and the RSM slip into the gym. Not that they didn't trust Bill, he was a safe pair of hands. It was more that they just couldn't stay away. The 38 year old Colonel saw the back of the exquisite Grace from the swimsuit magazine facing a slightly larger, strongly built girl with tattoos all over her her body, who he recognised as Tanya. Everything about her screamed rough, tough and hard. 'Grace doesn't stand a chance, maybe I should...' thought the Colonel.

Then the Sergeant called "Ready? Fight!" and it was too late.

Tanya, didn't waste any time, she charged and launched herself at Grace aiming to bodyslam her into the mats. Grace however took a half step back with her right foot and pivoted to her right as they made contact, literally breast to breast, using Tanya's momentum against her to turn her and slam her into the mats with Grace on top. A loud 'Ooof' was audible from Tanya before loud cheering from the recruits broke out. It surely was a spectacular start to the fight.

Grace slid back into a straddle and sank heavy punches into each of Tanya's breasts before Tanya, badly winded, got her hands up. Grace slid back further onto Tanya's thighs and sank two more heavy punches, a right and a left, into Tanya's stomach, then a rabbit punch to her pussy. Tanya cried out after every punch, especially the last one. Grace's attack had been so rapid and continuous that Tanya couldn't get back into the fight.

Grace turned and grabbed Tanya's ankle, lifting it with both hands as she rose and stood on the other ankle with her feet. Then she wrenched Tanya's foot skywards. Tanya screamed and banged the mat furiously with her hand.   

Grace let Tanya's foot go and knelt next to her "Are you OK babe?" she asked anxiously as the Sergeant hovered over her shoulder and she became aware of the wild cheering from the other recruits.

Tanya nodded and swallowed hard, gesturing for Grace to help her up. They hugged and the cheering rose to a crescendo. "Well I guess I was right about one thing" Tanya thought ruefully as she leant on Grace to limp painfully off the mats "The fight was short!"

The Colonel had a raging boner to contend with as he stood behind a fortuitously located weights rack and thought about Grace doing that to his bitch of an ex-wife. "Fuck!" he groaned.

 

[de Vire]

Grace was a bit self conscious as the cheering for her continued. She hugged Madeleine as she came onto the mats for her bout. Madeleine said quietly in her ear "You're amazing Grace. I knew you could do it. I love you." and Grace whispered in return "Just enjoy yourself Sweetie. I'm so proud of you for doing this. I love you." Then Grace hugged Nora and whispered "Good luck Sweetie, have fun, we'll all be fucking like rabbits tonight." and went to sit next to Tanya who looked deflated after her defeat. Grace put her arm round her and whispered in her ear "I'm sure you'll get me next time Sweetie. I want to submit to you so badly." and gave her a squeeze.

Grace looked at Madeleine and Nora now facing each other waiting for the Sergeant to give the word to start. He seemed to be waiting for the cheering to die down but was, unusually, smiling good naturedly. He even gave Grace a smile and the barest nod. The two girls squaring up on the mats dressed in only their khaki sports bras and pants were certainly a beautiful sight. They were the same 120 pounds but Madeline was 3" taller, which showed in her elegant figure and long graceful legs. Nora was quite sexy too Grace decided, in a more buxom, slutty, tattooed kind of way. Grace loved getting down with slutty girls like Tanya and Nora and so did the previously painfully shy Madeleine, who had really cast off all of her crippling inhibitions. Nora looked quite hot with her short hair growing back in it's natural colour after having been buzzcut. Still too short for hairpulling in a proper catfight though Grace lamented.

Madeleine's scalp was shaved, as was Grace's. They'd shaved each other in the showers and liked the effect. They had also lovingly shaved each other's pussies in preparation for these fights - Nora and Tanya were already clean shaven down there.

That wasn't the only preparation they had done, Grace had done her best over the previous few months to quietly prepare Madeleine for her first fight without the other girls knowing, teaching her in the shower how to clinch and get a knee to a girls pussy. She made Madeleine practice on her until now she could drop Grace to the floor with a single explosive knee lift. Grace made Madeleine take them too and she was impressed with how much her resilience had improved. They found they loved exchanging knee lifts in the shower and Madeleine's confidence soared when she realised she could hurt Grace just as much as Grace could hurt her in a contest of this sort.

Grace also taught Madeleine the basic's of boxing, as Bronwyn and her brother Ted had taught her, exchanging breast punches and loving every moment of it. In bed they straddled each other and mauled each other's breasts. They went to the gym every chance they got - at first Madeleine couldn't believe the weights Grace could lift or the nonchalant way she could perform hundreds of sit ups on an inclined board. At first Madeleine couldn't do a single chin up but she'd been pleased and amazed at how her body responded to the training. The gym also had the wrestling mats but they preferred to sneak off and find a quiet grassy place to work on Madeleine's ground game rather than draw attention to themselves.
   
Grace knew she had done her best to prepare Madeleine for her first fight in the time available. As she looked at her now her heart ached and she knew she loved her in the same way that she loved Bronwyn. "Get her my love!" she thought to herself, clenching her fists.

"Ready? Fight!" called the Sergeant.

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Nora, a victorious veteran of many "scragfights" as she called them and understandably confident of her ability to defeat the novice Madeleine, attacked by throwing punches at her breasts. Madeleine defended and stepped back but the punches were only a diversion as Nora dived at Madeleine's feet, wrapping her arms around her ankles and tipping her onto her exquisite derriere. Nora scrambled forwards to straddle Madeleine, defeating the latter's attempt to scissor her waist by holding her knees apart as she levered herself forward to land sexily on Madeleine's stomach. A stiff knife punch to the nipple of her left breast was the first indication Nora had that she was not going to have things all her own way and her own right fist, poised for a downward punch to Madeleine's left breast, dropped lifelessly as she cried out from the pain. Next Nora felt Madeleine's claws crushing her breasts through the flimsy material of her sports bra, her anguished cry being lost in the outbreak of cheering for Madeleine's comeback - support for the two girls was actually about equal among the 14 male recruits watching their struggle but they were all united in not wanting the fight to be over too soon.

Unable to punch effectively, Nora accepted the challenge to a breast maul and sank her claws into Madeleine's exquisite 34B breasts. Both their faces were soon contorted with pain or the exertion or, most probably both as they ruthlessly crushed each other's tits through their sports bras. The agony was writ large on Nora's face as she seemed to be getting the worst of it as her 34C breasts were hanging down and Madeleine seemed to be able to get a better grip on them. The Sergeant wondered if this fight wasn't getting a bit too sexualised but the sight of his Colonel watching unperturbed reassured him and... the lads were loving it...and both girls were fighting hard to win...and girls fought differently to men after all...so... 

He noticed Madeleine drawing both her legs up to bend her knees and put her feet flat on the mat.

"Good girl!" breathed Grace to herself as she knew what was about to happen.

Madeleine threw her body violently sideways, using the leverage from her securely planted feet and her firm grip on Nora's breasts to throw her off. But she stopped short of rolling over on top of Nora...and didn't let go of her breasts...as these became painfully distended and were wrenched free of Madeleine's iron grip by the momentum Nora screamed from the pain and flopped on her back. Madeleine swiftly rolled on to her knees and sank a massive right handed punch into Nora's soft gut, which Grace had identified as a likely weak spot in both their opponents. She raised her left fist to give her another one but it was caught by the Sergeant who said gently "She's had enough Lass. You've won." Then announced "The winner of this bout is Madeleine." to deafening cheers.

Madeleine shielded Nora from the spectators with her body as she realised she was sobbing heavily and asked "Are you OK babe?" Madeleine was actually shocked by the realisation that she had done this to this girl. That she, timid, gentle, little Madeleine, had just done whatever she had to do to win a fight and had hurt her opponent. She felt a rising sense of panic and shame...and...guilt about how good it felt...deep down in her pussy.

Before Madeline could reconcile these emotions Grace was there, with a water bottle, leaning over to whisper in Nora's ear. Madeleine looked up to see the Sergeant, unruffled, looking on, wisely letting the girls look after their own. Seeing the concern on her face, he gave Madeleine a reassuring nod and said "You've done nothing wrong Lass. Sometimes it's a rough game we have to play." and he shrugged.

After a drink of water and a brief whispered conversation Grace was helping Nora to her feet and Madeleine took her other side. Seeing the distress on her face Tommy called out "Three cheers for Nora!" and she smiled weakly as the cheers reverberated around the gym. Grace then called out "Three cheers for Tanya!" and again the cheers rang out and lifted the roof. Grace noticed a curious, thoughtful expression pass over Tanya's face as they locked eyes as she and Madeleine helped Nora over and seated her beside Tanya, who took her hand and squeezed it. Madeleine sat on the other side of Nora and put her arm around her shoulders and Grace sat on the other side of Tanya and took the offered hand in both of hers in her lap.

Tommy was squaring up to the next biggest man, Frank, shorter but strongly built. Grace loved watching men fight and this was a pearler. They brutally slugged it out for 5 minutes until the shorter man took Tommy to the mats and pounded him until the Sergeant again intervened to stop it and declare Frank the winner. A sob escaped from Nora. The girls all liked Tommy who was lying on his back staring at the ceiling breathing hard with the Sergeant kneeling next to him. Grace got to her feet, grabbed a bottle of cold water and extended a hand to help Nora up saying "Come on Nora." They helped Tommy to sit up, putting their arms behind his shoulders and handed him the bottle of water from which he drank gratefully.

Madeleine gave Tanya a hand up and, knowing she liked Frank, handed her a bottle of water and they went over to him still on the mats sitting on his haunches breathing hard and knelt next to him while he drank it down "Great fight Frank!" Tanya said quietly putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked into her eyes and said "My money was on you babe, you were just unlucky today." and she smiled gratefully at him.

Tommy stood up and gathered both Grace and Nora in his arms and proclaimed with a huge grin "Worth getting my arse kicked for any day!" and brought the house down. He extended his hand to Frank now standing between Madeleine and Tanya and said "Great fight chum! No hard feelings." and Frank responded "You too mate." Nora saw Tanya take Frank's hand so she slipped hers into Tommy's and they left the mats in pairs. Grace raised her eyebrow to Madeleine and smiled as they returned to their original position.     

The Sergeant was stunned, he normally insisted on a handshake after each bout but he'd never seen anything like this - he did however recognise outstanding team building when he saw it. Looking over at the Colonel and the RSM he thought they could see it too. His impudent training Corporal just winked at him.

The next 6 bouts between the men were if anything even more intense. The men fought hard, nobody submitted and the Sergeant had to intervene to stop every bout and declare a winner before the man who was losing was seriously hurt or knocked out. The losers all left the mats with their heads held high, knowing they had given their best and their loss being salved by one of the angels of mercy, Grace and Madeleine, who would take bottles of water out to victors and vanquished offering a hand on the shoulder and sitting with them during the following bout. Nora and Tanya just stayed with Tommy and Frank holding hands.

After the final bout had concluded the Sergeant stood on the mats and said "Well done everyone. In 10 years running recruit courses that's by far the best, toughest and fairest milling session I've ever seen and most importantly, conducted in the best spirit. Every man and woman here gave everything they had and we don't ask any more than that, this was the last hurdle for you to complete basic training and I'm pleased to say you've all passed with flying colours. Sir, would you like to add anything?"

The Colonel cleared his throat and said, to loud cheers "Only that the beers are on me tonight!"

"RSM?" queried the Sergeant.

"Thanks Bill, I'd agree with everything you said, best milling session I've ever seen in nearly 40 years in this man's army. Except it's not just a man's army anymore. The women here today were simply outstanding. I personally can't recall a milling session where nobody washed out. That's a credit to you all and to your instructors. In my opinion Bill here is the best training Sergeant in the Army and you all have the distinction of being his last recruit course, in orders today you'll see he is posted to A Company as CSM, where you will see him again very shortly. His successor as training Sergeant will be Corporal 'Windy' here, ask him over a beer why we call him 'Windy' - something to do with a mortar bomb and a badly timed visit to a latrine." The old soldier certainly knew how to work a crowd!

"Corporal 'Windy'?" spluttered the Sergeant trying hard to keep a straight face.

"Thanks Sarge, they say you shouldn't have joined if you can't take a joke. Great effort everyone. Great course. Really, really, great course, my best one too. I'd just like to remind everyone of the important tradition of buying your instructors a beer at the pub tomorrow night." to more laughter.

"Thank you, SERGEANT 'Windy' " said the Sergeant to roars of laughter "Bar's open everyone!"

Outside the soldier's mess was a marquee with the enticing aroma of a BBQ underway and a bar set up including a keg that two of the cooks were fiddling with, seemingly to no avail - Tanya went over and, to thunderous applause, soon had the beer flowing freely. She sent the two cooks away and soon settled in to pulling beers for everyone, with a liberal helping of barmaid banter thrown in. The Colonel, the RSM, the Sergeant and the Corporal all exchanged a bemused look.

Grace settled for a white wine and poured one for Madeleine. They clinked glasses and Madeleine said "Based on what Corporal 'Windy' said I guess I should buy you a beer tomorrow night?"

Grace laughed "Not a big beer drinker but I'm sure I can think of some way for you to make it up to me." she smiled at her friend "Sweetie, you were fucking sensational today with Nora, you made me proud."

"Oh, I just had a good teacher. I really want to kiss you right now, by the way." said Madeleine.

"Ugh I want you too Sweetie." groaned Grace and giggled "Just as well we have each other because I don't think we'll be getting our submission sex tonight. Just look at Frank and Tommy all over them!"

Madeleine laughed, Grace loved her laugh "You're all I need Grace. But I do have one request. Promise you won't think it's weird because we're friends but...I want to fight you."

"Oh Sweetie, I don't think it's weird at all, I love fighting my friends and lovers. Maybe we can think of a handicap to make it fairer though? Maybe some things I'm not allowed to do but you are?" said Grace.

"Oh, I don't care about fair." said Madeleine "I kind of just want to submit to you. And I want to fight your friend Bronwyn too. I know she'll wipe the floor with me but it will turn me on - would it turn you on too?"

"Oh Sweetie, you're speaking my language!"

Just then the Colonel approached them "Well you girls surprised us all today, you two in particular!"

"How so?" asked Grace challengingly, appraising him, deliberately not calling him 'Sir'. She actually found him attractive. She knew he was only late 30's. In particular she wondered what his mustache would feel like on her thighs and newly shaved pussy. Everyone in the Regiment knew he was recently divorced and living in the Officer's Mess. She giggled to herself "Fuck it, I'm going to have him. But not tonight. Make him work for it!"

Madeleine could sense that there was something passing between them and went to get Grace and herself another drink and did not return.

"Oh" he said "You just got really stuck in, that's all."

"Oh I love fighting" said Grace and had the satisfaction of seeing his Adam's apple bob "I got into heaps of catfights at school."

"Really" he said feeling like she was running rings around him "Ahem, er, yes well what I came over to talk to you about was the magazine article about you that surfaced. It seems that you've had some modelling experience and  er the Army is looking for a poster girl to headline a recruiting drive directed towards women and I took the liberty of putting your name forward and the Army PR people want to come and talk to you about it next week if you're interested."

"Fuck this is going to be easy" she thought "Obviously the sports magazine cover story was handed up the line by the Corporal. The one that shows me lifting weights in the gym in a sports bra and spandex! Fuck, is he blushing?" 

Aloud she said "Sure, I'd be happy to help out.' but couldn't resist adding "Hey, there's only been one magazine feature on me, which pictures did you like the most?"       

"Oh the one's of you on the horse in your riding gear." he said quickly "Do you really ride by the way?"

"Sure, horses, among other things."

"Now you're making fun of me?" he said stiffly.

"Hey, we both know why you came over here and there's nothing wrong with it. Frankly it took a lot of guts to do what you've done just now. To be honest, I fancy you too. I'm a big girl. Let's get it on." said Grace quietly, moving closer.

"It would be the end of my career." he said miserably.

"No it won't." said Grace "Not if we're smart."

"Said everyone before they got caught ever." he said wanly.

"If we get caught I'll take the blame. I'll say I was infatuated with you and you were a perfect gentlemen. I'm not like your ex-wife, I'd never do anything to harm you. Now speaking about being smart we've already been talking for too long. You've got a cover story with that PR bullshit but let's not push it. Tell me your room number and how to find it and I'll come to you at 2am. Flesh and blood, all yours, not pictures in a magazine."

He swallowed hard "Room 18, top floor, last room in the West wing, come up the fire escape, I'll chock the door open, the shade tree will put you in shadow."

"Good!" she said "Now circulate." and she was gone.     

 

 

[de Vire]

Grace found Madeleine and gave her the PR Campaign explanation. "Oh" she said and it was clear she didn't entirely buy it but Grace would settle for plausible deniability. She thought as long as she didn't fuck up Madeleine would forget all about it.

Grace had always collected trophies. Before she finally made it with girls she had always competed with them over boys at school. Looking back she knew she had been trying to provoke other girls into a catfight over these boys because she was too hung up and worried about being thought weird if she just challenged them to a fight or simply asked them if they wanted to fuck. Bronwyn and her family had changed all that - now she just went after what she wanted - and still collected trophies! And she wanted this man. Older - that was part of the attraction. Damaged - there was something sweet and vulnerable about him. With an apparently bitchy ex-wife - imagine getting it on with her!

Grace thought it best to hang around until the party broke up and made a point to talk to the RSM, the Sergeant and the Corporal for longer than she had spoken to the Colonel. She hadn't really spoken to any of them before but she realised that now the recruits had passed basic training they were considered as part of the Regiment and thus their relationship with these men had fundamentally changed. The RSM was gruff, friendly and fatherly. The Sergeant and the Corporal, as she still thought of them, were highly complimentary about her leadership qualities and deeply touched her. Above all, they were all very nice and funny now she was seeing them in this new way. She 'worked the room' and made sure she talked to everyone, except Tanya and Frank and Nora and Tommy, who seemed to have disappeared. Which was good, because they became a subject of ribald speculation.

When Grace and Madeleine returned to the room at 9pm however Tanya and Nora were in the shower, so they joined them. "Thought you'd forgotten about us!" Grace challenged playfully.

"No, we owe you submission sex and we want to deliver." groaned Tanya, kissing her. Grace backed Tanya up against the tiled wall and it was on in the shower, both showers on full bore streaming water as the four girls gyrated on the tiled floor below. When the lights went out they towelled off and moved to the beds. Grace and Tanya  in Tanya's bed and Madeleine and Nora in Nora's bed opposite. Grace found dominating Tanya incredibly satisfying. There's nothing quite like sex with your opponent after a catfight. Grace made her worship her feet and legs and sat on her face for a long time. Tanya told her she'd never lost a fight before and now just wanted to be her slave. Grace realised she'd triggered a very powerful change in Tanya and she liked it. Really liked it as she revelled in her strong body working her over.

Then Grace and Madeleine swapped and she found Nora incredibly submissive and eager to please, she'd never been so turned on by her. At midnight Tanya and Nora, having admitted to fucking Frank and Tommy earlier, were completely done. They each fell asleep in their own beds.

Grace popped out briefly to put the girls washing on - this was something that she often did at night because the laundries were always free. When Grace returned she joined Madeleine in her bed, who grumbled about the "romantic interlude" and made they made love vigorously as they talked about fighting each other and other girls like Bronwyn. At 1am Madeleine finally fell asleep. Grace waited until 1.30 and then quietly eased herself out of Madeleine's bed, put on her PT gear and slipped out the door. Just as it was closing Madeleine said quietly "Have fun!"

"Fuck!" thought Grace "She's onto me. Nothing for it now but to brazen it out tomorrow." She went to the laundry and switched their washing to the dryer. Then she set out jogging as if she couldn't sleep and was going for a late night run around the depot. Certainly not unheard of. She ran into the shadow of the shade tree and checked her watch: 1:50am. She waited 5 minutes, letting her breathing die down, watching to see if anyone else was around, then quietly padded up the fire escape. The fire door was chocked open with a slim wedge. She entered and there was Number 18 with faint light showing under the door. She quietly turned the door knob and entered.

[de Vire]

The Colonel, Hugh, was dressed in a silk robe sitting in an armchair with a whisky on the side table next to him. He was looking at her photoshoot. He rose quickly and came to her, wrapping his strong arms around her and kissing her passionately before throwing her on the - what else in the Army - single bed. He pinned her wrists, which she liked, and ravished her. "Ooh la la" she thought "I wonder how long it's been since his wife left." He desperately and expertly removed her clothes and threw off his robe before going down on her. He devoured her and her breathing was becoming ragged. She fought him for control but he easily overpowered her and gently slipped his huge member inside her. His powerful thrusting made her cry out and she bit her lip before he covered her mouth with his. Her hands ran over his powerful shoulders and rock hard chest with more hair than she was used to from the younger men she had slept with. Despite having had hours of sex with three girls that night already, she came quickly and he kept pounding her through so many orgasms she lost count. She slid her legs back and put her feet on his chest and he thrust deeper into her while caressing her legs and she moaned helplessly as he nailed her to the bed. He started talking about her catfight with Tanya which provoked a rapid fire series of orgasms from her until he finally bellowed and exploded inside her. He lay on top kissing her as his member retracted.

Finally he rolled to the side and she rolled to put her head on his shoulder submissively and stroked his chest. Unlike a lot of boys she'd slept with, he didn't feel the need to ask if it was OK, he knew it was OK. "That was really beautiful Hugh." she said quietly.

He kissed her forehead. "It was Grace. You're utterly incredible. Whatever happens now I don't care, I had to have you!"

She giggled "So, ah, you liked my catfight with Tanya today?" she purred.

He groaned "I've never been so turned on in my life."

She laughed and cooed "Well get used to it because, as I said, I love catfighting and I'll fight any woman that you'd like to see me fight." she paused and he swallowed hard before she continued "Including but not limited to, your ex-wife."

He gasped and groaned. "You'd like to see that, wouldn't you naughty boy?" she said as her hand strayed lower "Do you have any pictures of her?"

He exhaled loudly and reached for his phone. She watched as he held it front of her and scrolled through. "Oh you have kids, how lovely!" she commented.

"Yes, three between 6 and 12." he said tersely. "I haven't seen them since this bitch took them three month ago." he said, handing her the phone.

"Oh wow!" said Grace "She's obviously a bitch to do that to you but she's very beautiful. I'd love to get it on with her. What's her name, how old is she?"

"Margot is thirty five, three years younger than me and I'd love to see you pound her into submission as you did to Tanya today." he said grimly.

Grace scrolled through some pictures "Margot" she savoured rolling it through her tongue "Great body! Do you know if she's been in any catfights, Darling?"

Grace's use use of the word of the word 'Darling' in reference to him, talk of her fighting Margot and her gently stroking his manhood was certainly having an effect on Hugh. "No" he said in a strangled whisper "Not that she's ever mentioned."

"Hhmm" she said "Kind of looks like the type who would be up for it. Something in her eyes. It would be a great catfight. Who knows, she might pound me into submission!"

Hugh groaned involuntarily.

"Not that you'd have a problem with that either, would you naughty boy?" she teased "You're still in love with her, aren't you?"

"I miss my kids." Hugh said defensively.

"Of course you do Darling but how long were you married for?" she probed gently.

"15 years" he said through gritted teeth.

"And there it is." said Grace "You're the sort of man  who would have loved her very much."

"I did." he admitted as a tear formed in the corner of his eye.

"That's OK Darling. I understand the difference between love and lust and at the moment I'd say we're at the tender end of the lust spectrum. It will take time for you to get over her. But I love competing and I want to compete with her over you. In every way." she said as she rolled on top and took his now rock hard manhood into her mouth.  Then she straddled him and rode him home as he caressed her perfect breasts and legs.

"I'd say you're winning!" he gasped when they were done and Grace threw her head back and laughed as she felt him still inside her. 

"There's a wedding in two weeks." Hugh said at last "Mutual friends. Margot is going with her new 'partner' [he used the word scathingly]. Would you go with me?"

"I'd love too Darling but...would there be any army people there?" asked Grace.

"Oh no, different crowd entirely. It's at their place in the country a couple of hours away. Of course, Margot took the fucking car as well so I'll have to hire one - it's a beautiful drive though and it would be even more beautiful with you by my side, Darling."

Grace's eye's glittered and she said "Of course I'll go with you, Darling but no need to hire a car, I have Daddy's truck here." and bent down to kiss him.

They kissed and caressed and talked quietly until Grace asked "Darling, did Margot ever give you a threesome?"

"No" he grinned "Bugger it!"

"Not very attentive to your needs was she?" Grace asked rhetorically "Well Darling I'd love to compete with another girl in a threesome over you and it might help to solve an operational security problem that has arisen. You remember that girl I was talking to when you picked me up?"

"Madeleine? Who could forget Madeleine? So beautiful and what a great victory over Nora!" he said warmly.

"Well she's very smart and she picked up straight away on the chemistry between us and gave me a razz about it." Grace said.

"Oh." said Hugh.

"I thought I'd thrown her off but unfortunately when I sneaked out the clever bitch wasn't really asleep and she said "Have fun!"

"Oh fuck." said Hugh.

"Now, obviously, I was going to keep this thing just between us but, given that she's already worked it out, I'm thinking it might be better to bring her into the tent and offer her the opportunity to play with us tomorrow night. She and I have been fucking since the first night and I think she fancies you - but then I might be biased."

Hugh stared at the ceiling in silence for fully two minutes before saying "You really have a brilliant mind you know and...I love the audacious way you think." [and, dropping into army jargon] "I agree with your appreciation of the situation and recommended course of action." then added "Besides which I really want to shag her
and see the two of you going at it!"

"But wait, there's more" said Grace "She want's to fight me and if you're a good boy she might even let you watch!"

"Oh fuck!" groaned Hugh.

The alarm on Grace's watch went off at 5.30am. They had slept for maybe half an hour. They kissed passionately, desperately, until Grace pulled away and threw on her clothes.

"OK, so I'll get a room at the pub tonight and leave a key at reception under your name. All you have to do is get yourself into the room without being recognised by anyone from here. If the stars align Madeleine will also join us." Grace kissed him and was gone.

She kicked the wedge out of the fire door and left it on the carpet inside so the door closed properly and crept quickly and noiselessly down the steel fire stairs, waiting in the shadows at the bottom as her vison adjusted. She then boldly jogged out of the shadows to the laundry, put the now dry communal washing in the large laundry bag and carried it back to the room. The other girls were all asleep so she stripped off and slipped into bed and was asleep moments later thinking gratefully that, at this stage of the course, there was no roll call on a Saturday and she could sleep all day if she wanted to.

[de Vire]

Having been burning the candle at both ends recently, even for a very fit 18 year old, Grace didn't wake up until 2pm on Saturday. She was delighted to find Madeleine snuggled in to her, watching her intently. They began caressing and kissing each other and inevitably wound up making love.

Having confirmed that 'the barbarians', as they privately referred to Tanya and Nora, were out, Grace enquired "So, how do you feel today, Catfight Queen?"

"Argh! I feel incredible!" groaned Madeleine "My body feels incredible, the pain in my tits is making me permanently wet and I can't stop replaying the fight in my mind and obsessing about Nora's body and fucking her!"

"Yes" smiled Grace "Your first time is always special and you never forget the girl you fought. I have to admit though I can't stop thinking about Tanya either."

"Liar!" said Madeleine "You didn't seem to have any trouble forgetting about her in the small hours of this morning! Go on, fess up and please don't try to tell me you were just doing the laundry, save that for the dullards at the other end of the room!"

Grace giggled hopelessly and said "It was fantastic actually. He's just lovely, all broken up about the divorce and not seeing his kids. My heart just melted."

"That's what I'm worried about girlfriend, your heart. It was an older man who broke my heart remember but he wasn't THIS MUCH older."

"It's funny you know, it's just not a factor when we're together. And don't think he took advantage of me, if anything it was me who made all the running after he stumbled over and stared at his shoes." said Grace.

Madeleine hooted with laughter "That I can believe! And I get it, he's fucking hot!"

Grace cocked her head "So, would you like to join us for a threesome tonight?" she asked "He thinks you're fucking hot too by the way."

The smile spread slowly across Madeleine's face until she finally nodded and said "You're on!"

[de Vire]

After spending the evening in the front bar of the pub with the other recruits and their instructors, as tradition apparently required, Grace and Madeleine quietly slipped away and went upstairs to the room Grace had hired. Tonight was the first night they were eligible for an overnight leave pass and they intended to make the most of it. Hugh was waiting in the room as arranged. Grace had had a bottle of the whisky he favoured sent up by housekeeping when she checked in and he was sipping from a glass by his side as classical music played in the background. It was the best room in the house. Hugh slipped his arms around Grace's waist and kissed her "The Bridal Suite?" he mocked "I didn't know your intentions were that honourable, Darling."

"I can assure you that my intentions are entirely dishonourable Darling, I'm an absolutely dissolute and wanton woman." Grace said, eyes sparkling.

He chuckled "Seriously you must let me pay for the room Darling, this must have cost you a bomb."

"Don't worry about it Darling, that's what trust accounts are for." Grace said lightly before kissing Madeleine deeply.

Then Grace drew back and Madeleine stared boldly into Hugh's eyes as they slowly drew together and kissed. His arms around her were strong and his chest hard as she thrust herself into him and he pulled her closer. The three of them began to tear their clothes off and they landed on the bed in a wild free for all. What almost blew Hugh's mind was Grace and Madeleine wrestling frantically over him, literally over the top of him, delivering hard slaps to the face and body and tipping each other out of the bed several times and calling each other 'bitch' 'slut' and worse; the loser launching herself back on to the bed to renew the struggle. Madeleine managed to mount Hugh before Grace could get back to dislodge her so she sat on his face instead as Madeleine took him deep inside her. Eventually the three lay tangled together, completely spent and dozed off for a while.

Grace awoke to find Hugh and Madeleine talking quietly about her fight with Nora as Madeleine gently stroked his manhood back to life.

"I loved the way it was the two of you against the two of them: the two beautiful posh girls against the two tattooed streetfighters. I thought the two of you were going to get pounded to be honest, I think all the blokes watching thought the same. Incredible performance for your first fight too and you were just so hot kicking her arse." Hugh groaned.

"Well all the credit belongs to Grace, she trained me and prepared me for the fight. Without all her hard work Nora would have beaten the shit out of me for sure." said Madeleine.

"What prep did you do?" Hugh asked curiously.

"Hold that thought, we'll give you a demonstration." said Grace joining the conversation and moving closer "We'll just blow you first. Emphasis on 'we'."

After their mouths, tongues and teeth had done their work and after a brief period of recovery, Grace said "Right, demo. From the top babe, you on me, your tits must still be in agony from that bitch Nora." and stood up with her feet slightly apart.

Hugh watched spellbound as Madeleine approached Grace, quickly reached out to grip her shoulders and drove her knee up hard into her pussy. Grace cried out and dropped to the carpeted floor like a puppet with its' strings cut.

Grace flopped onto her back and lay with her arms spread wide before Madeleine mounted her and paused briefly before sinking a fist into each of Grace's perfect breasts, again causing Grace to cry out.

Madeleine sexily settled her pussy into Grace's stomach before gripping her breasts and crushing them. Grace cried out and began to whimper from the pain as Madeleine twisted and crushed her breasts without mercy for several minutes.

Madeleine slid back and took one of Grace's engorged pink nipples into her mouth, grinding it between her teeth. Then did the same to the other one. Grace was sobbing heavily by now but still made no attempt to fight back.

Madeleine sat up and rubbed Grace's stomach. Grace tensed her abs. Madeleine sank a heavy right and left handed punch into Grace's tensed abs, causing her to grunt.

Madeleine slid down and buried her mouth in Grace's pussy. Hugh realised with a shock that Madeleine was biting her there. Grace started screaming and squirted cum on Madeleine's face.

Madeleine wiped some of it off and licked her fingers, staring boldly at Hugh. She stood and, demonstrating superb balance, wiped her elegant bare feet one at a time over Grace's stomach and breasts before wiping them on her face. Grace took Madeline's slender toes from both feet into her mouth in turn and sucked submissively. Madeleine then sat on Grace's face until she came.

Madeleine stood up and went to Hugh on the bed, impaling herself on his huge member now turning purple. His eyes bulged as she rode him, looking down at him and smiling. Then she said breathlessly "Would you like to see us fight over you, Hugh?" and he couldn't help it, he exploded. She laughed "What's the matter big boy? More than you can handle?" and took him into her mouth.

They woke up in the early hours. Hugh and Madeleine gently caressing Grace as they talked.

After a while Grace said "Hugh, any chance you could take us both to the Wedding? That would really fuck with Margot's mind!"

He grinned and said "I'll make enquiries."
 

[de Vire]

Hugh took the salute at the passing out parade for the recruit course, with the Regimental band playing and another 400 men drawn up on the square behind them. Grace's parent's both came, bringing her girlfriend Bronwyn with them. Grace took Bronwyn to meet Madeleine just before they went on parade. Grace was understandably concerned about how this meeting would go, even though they knew about each other, had commented favourably on pictures of each other and even talked to each other during numerous 3 way conversations. Bronwyn was also the least jealous person Grace knew and they had always had an 'open' relationship...still. She needn't have worried, they were all over each other and Grace thought they were going to fuck on sight in their barracks room.

Grace's elder brother, James IV, came in his Air Force dress uniform, complete with pilot's wings and rows of ribbons. Grace screamed "Jimmy Four" when she saw him and hugged her favourite sibling. The tall, handsome, blue eyed, blond haired 30 year old fighter pilot bore a strong resemblance to his beautiful sister and attracted a lot of attention, not least from Bronwyn and Madeleine.

Grace and Madeleine looked sensational in their tight fitting dress uniforms as they drilled on the square and marched past. It came as a surprise to nobody and drew thunderous applause from all the graduating recruits, when their former training Sergeant, now Company Sergeant Major, awarded the prize for top of the course to Grace with Madeleine as runner up, as determined by himself and his training Corporal.

Afterwards luncheon was provided outdoors for the recruits and their friends and families, Hugh and the other staff circulated. When he came to where Grace was seated with her family she was interested to observe the dynamic between him and her father and brother. They seemed to like him as did her mother. With amusement she noticed Bronwyn giving him an appraising look. Indubitably he was a handsome man. Grace had sworn Madeleine to secrecy on their affair, even from Bronwyn and he would keep his distance during this visit, which Grace was already finding hard. She was surprised by how fond of him she had become in such a short time.

They had dinner at the local pub where her father had booked rooms for the night. Grace had been sad when she learned that Madeleine had nobody coming to see her pass out so she had naturally invited her to join them. Madeleine had declined the offer of a room on the basis that she would return to the barracks. Actually Grace hoped she would join herself and Bronwyn in their room.

The food at the pub was excellent and the wine flowed freely for a very merry evening. Jimmy Four adroitly seated himself next to Madeleine and they were engrossed in each other's company for most of the night and just seemed to disappear at the end of the evening.

Bronwyn seemed to be spitting chips about it but when they got to their room she collapsed into helpless laughter. "He thinks I'm your girlfriend and she's just your friend! The poor sap doesn't realise that you fuck everyone!" Grace had to laugh. "Anyway" said Bronwyn "It's nice to have you to myself after three months apart."     
     
After they made love they lay together and Bronwyn said "OK, she's fucking hot, when do you think she'll be ready for me?"

"Not for a while Sweetie but you and I might be due for another tussle." smiled Grace.   

[de Vire]

Madeleine returned to their quarters late on Sunday. She was humming, with a noticeable spring in her step.

"Well?" asked Grace from her bed where she had been reading, signalling with a thumbs up that the Barbarians were not about.

"Well what?" asked Madeleine with faux innocence before rushing over and hopping on the bed, kissing Grace passionately. "It was magical! Unbelievable. Oh, he was wonderful!" she gushed.

Grace held up her hands in a blocking motion "No details please, that would be gross!" she said trying hard not to laugh "You do realise that my sisters told me that Jimmy Four went through ALL their friends? He's a player babe. Protect yourself at all times."

"Oh" said Madeleine running her tongue over her lips deliciously "I think I've got him right where I want him. He's going to take me up for an unofficial joyflight! Can you imagine it?"

"I don't have to imagine, he's taken me up. Don't eat beforehand is my advice." said Grace then "Babe, you're not going back to men on me are you?"

"Pfft you can talk." laughed Madeleine and asked in a low voice "Nocturnal visit tonight?"

"No, it's too risky to keep doing it." Grace replied, kissing her.



Unbeknownst to Grace, the RSM had already spotted her once, looking out the window from his room in the Sergeant's Mess by pure chance, as she jogged back to her quarters, seemingly after an early morning run. He picked up her movement near the Officer's Mess. This reinforced a feeling he already had...   

The RSM had drawn night vision glasses from the stores and set up his Laying Up Position in his room by moving an armchair to the optimum position near the window and carefully pruning the shrubs either side of it to give the widest field of view. After dark he also walked over and surveyed the area under the shade tree, quietly removing some of the lower branches to expose the area underneath and reduce the amount of shadow from the nightlights that played on the area. He padded up the fire escape and spotted the wedge in the fire door. "Stupid bugger." he said to himself. Returning to his room he made himself comfortable in the armchair and settled down in the darkness to wait. Sure enough the light went on in the last room next to the fire escape. "That's where he is then." he breathed to himself. The old soldier knew he might be in for a long campaign so he let himself fall asleep, reasoning that if his supposition was correct he would have two chances every night to see Grace coming or going and he would rely on luck or instinct to wake him up - and the fact that he was always awake before 5.30am when he had previously seen Grace by chance. He'd now had several nights of fruitless vigil.

He just needed to know before he confronted the fool. He would never make it official. His job was to fix things before they became official.




By 11pm Grace's resolve had weakened. They both donned their PT gear and did the laundry run before jogging over to the Officer's Mess. Hugh was delighted to see them but like Grace was concerned they were pushing their luck. "Just a short visit" she said "Maybe an hour. If we vary the times and somebody sees us they shouldn't see us again. But maybe this should be the last time, it's just too risky." she said this knowing that she wouldn't be able to stick to it, her desire was just too strong. She felt like a moth drawn to the flame.

Their lovemaking was urgent and the consciousness of the risks they were running added a certain flavour of it's own. They finally left at 1am, jogging back to the laundry block to switch the washing into the dryer before returning to their room. Exhausted, they slept in their own beds. Something troubled Grace as she fell asleep. Something was different...




The RSM was awakened by something. He scanned the landscape carefully. Then, through some trees, a light went out. He searched his memory of the compound. A laundry block? He could see no movement. He reasoned that the light was probably on a sensor so it had possibly woken him up when it went on. Lots of soldiers over the years did laundry runs late at night for convenience. It provided a plausible, mundane, excuse for being out late at night, particularly if coupled with a run. "Oh you clever, clever girl." he breathed as he settled back into his chair. He didn't know whether he had caught her on the outward or return journey. He awoke at 5am as usual and kept watch until first light. Nothing.

Next day he confirmed that the building was indeed a laundry block with a sensor light over the entrance. Going back to his armchair he realised that but for his pruning the shrubs away from his window he wouldn't have seen the light - which was why he hadn't seen it when he spotted Grace the first time.



Hugh answered his phone, showing a Private Number that he knew would be Grace calling "Hugh, I know this may sound stupid but could you check the shade tree near the fire escape? I think someone may have pruned it. I definitely felt more exposed last night."

He said "I'll look into it my love."

When he strolled under the tree he noticed several fresh cuts. "Fuck me." he said. His tactical eye scanned the landscape for vantage points for a possible observer. The best position was one of a row of windows in the Sergeant's Mess. He walked briskly past and ran his eye along the windows, all neatly framed by foliage. Except one. Where it had been cut away on either side to improve the vista. Without going too close, the cuts looked fresh. He turned and was looking straight under the shade tree and at the fire escape. He continued on to the gardener's shed, where in casual conversation he elicited that now was not the time of year for pruning. 

At the arranged time he called Grace back "You are so clever Darling. Someone may have seen you on a previous occasion and was trying to get a clearer view. Let's not do that again. We need to come up with a new plan. I should have thought of this before but from tomorrow you two can go off base in the evenings."

The RSM continued his vigil but saw nothing. He checked the laundry, nothing. And the wedge in the fire door was gone. And he didn't have enough to go to the Colonel.

As fully fledged soldiers now, Grace and Madeleine were allowed off base 5 days a week from 6pm to 11pm and overnight on Fridays and Saturdays.

Grace and Madeleine would leave the base at 6pm in "Daddy's truck" and pick up Hugh hiking along the road beyond the village then repair to a suitably secluded spot where the picnic rug would come out.   

They drank wine and made love in the open air and talked - that week mostly about the wedding they were going to that weekend for the girls to 'meet' Hugh's ex Margot. Hugh was incredibly turned on by Grace and Madeleine's interest in Margot, constantly looking at pictures of her and talking about how they would get her into a catfight and what they would like to do to her when they did!

On the return journey the girls would drop Hugh, who had no curfew, in the same place to hike back separately, which gave him time to be alone with his thoughts.

The RSM didn't know that Grace had a car on base until he saw the girls heading out in it the following Friday. He had realised that they might be going off base but had been casually keeping an eye out for them leaving on foot, at a discrete distance from the front gate.. He realised straight away why he had missed the Colonel with his ability to come and go at any time. It also hit him that he wouldn't necessarily see Grace again until 11pm on Sunday. He assumed that Grace was just giving her friend Madeleine a lift to the pub. Then he thought...the two of them? Surely not...