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Subject: {ASSM} Tank Girl by Rachael Ross (F/MF, Lesbian, Anal, Reluc, Army, Fantasy)
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Tank Girl

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for Adults
only.
Story Codes: F/MF, Lesbian, Anal, Reluc, Army, Fantasy

Tank Girl
by rache


"Fix the tank. Fix the tank. That's all I'm good for. Hit me."

"That ain't all you're good for, Bren." Jill gave me a sideways grin
and threw a seven on top of my six.

"Might as well be." I muttered. "I'm broke"

I tossed my cards. Black Jack sucked anyways with just two people
playing. It was pretty pointless, just like everything else around the
place.

"What time you got?" I asked her, looking at my watch. "Fucking
Canadian piece of shit."

"Fourteen oh seven." Jill tossed her cards too and leaned back on the
crate she was sitting on.

"I got this watch off a dead Canuck." I frowned, unsnapping the
stainless band so I could set it for the third time that day. It ran
slow, like everything in Canada.

"That'll teach ya then." Jill chuckled, lighting up a smoke.

"Yeah." I nodded. "They shoulda been back by now."

"They're comin'." Jill blew out a cloud of smoke. "Hey, you got any
pills?"

"Shit." I laughed derisively. "I ain't had any pills in two weeks."

"I took my last one yesterday." She bit her bottom lip.

"Don't sweat it." I shrugged. "It ain't like it's gonna matter
anyway."

"I don't wanna have a kid out out here." She spit some tobacco off her
tongue. "Army's big enough already."

"Don't worry, you get knocked up I'll take care of you." I winked at
her.

"You?" Jill rolled her eyes. "Fuck."

"I took care of Karen last week, ask her. I can fix anything." I
grabbed the cards off the barrel, shuffling them for something to do.

"Yeah, maybe." Jill sighed.

"Hey! You two, we got some Chop-Drop coming!" The Top stuck her head
inside the tent. "Let's go!"

"Oh man." I sighed.

"Right on fuckin' time." Jill tossed her butt in the red smoke bucket
and we got up together.

"Maybe they sent some pills." I offered, trying to see the bright
side.

"More like rats I bet." She shook her head, meaning combat rations,
like we didn't have enough of that shit already.

I'd been there 18 months and six days, halfway through my tour. Jill
was a month behind me, so we'd pretty much partnered up the way people
do around there. You sort yourself by time in the field because that's
all that counts. The short timers don't wanna know you anyway and
nobody likes the newbs. So it was me and Jill and a couple others
against the world, against the war and the lifers and the Socialist
Plague.

I guess every war's like that, huh? But who would know, except maybe a
general or two. There weren't a whole lot of stars on the casualty
lists that I saw. Just a lot of grunts like me. One war was gonna be
enough, I knew that much, and if I got out of this one I'd move to
fuckin' Mexico before I ever went to another one.

"Hustle up, we got seventeen incoming!" Sarge was pushing us, all of
us mechanics. The boys were off fighting it out, the girls were
burning the home fires, you know.

Seventeen helicopters loaded with ammo mostly. Fuel came by truck in
the middle of the night, just wasn't any other way to do that. A cold
Polly would burn through a five hundred liters just lighting off,
after that it got about half a mile to the liter, right on the button.
Leastwise mine did and she burned clean and mean.

We humped our asses off unloading those choppers, cause they were in
and out quick. There were angels way up high, some F-27's maybe, or
the new 29's flying suppression so we'd have half an hour of good
airspace, but I didn't know a whole lot about that stuff.

I knew tanks, that was my deal. I was just 19 years old but I knew
more about the M4A6 Powell Main Battle Tank than any of the cross-eyed
bastards who'd designed it back in Motown. I could tear one down and
put it back together with my eyes closed. It was what I'd been bred
for, if you believed the hype.

Personally I figured I'd been bred for fucking, since I'd done about
as much of that as anything else during my stint here. They sure as
hell didn't tell you that at the recruiter, or even in basic, and they
really didn't say shit about it at mech school. Didn't need to be
scaring us, you know. We had enough on our minds being away from home
and all.

But as soon as you got to the lines, you were in it. I was in it, and
deep too. I was probably pregnant as hell right then, but there wasn't
no way of telling til I missed my period, or I started puking my guts
out after breakfast, and I did that sometimes anyway. You couldn't
scrounge a condom if your life depended on it; those things were just
too damn useful for other stuff. Using a condom for just fucking? That
was plain stupid.

"Fuck." I was hot and sweaty and I wiped the salty dampness out of my
eyes.

"No shit." Jill slumped down beside me, sitting in the shade of the
mess tent. We could hear the cookies rattling pots and pans, but it
didn't smell too good.

"I'm gonna get a shower." I sucked my top lip.

"Water hours." Jill had her eyes closed. "They catch you it's gonna be
lashes."

"Be worth it." I snorted.

"You think?" She turned her head like I was serious maybe.

"What, you wanna?" I looked at her. If we got caught it was gonna be
ten strokes with the Top's bullwhip and that hurt.

"Ain't nobody around." Jill was smiling cause a shower sounded good.

"Come on." I nodded, making up our minds. We walked round the camp
slow, and everybody was taking nooners after that ammo hump.

"Hurry up..." I was lifting the heavy canvas so Jill could crawl under,
sneaking into the showers from the back side and then she held it up
for me.

It wasn't much, a floor made out of pallets, half sunk into the mud,
but clean anyway. A half dozen shower heads with spring valves and
chains, like it was a hundred years ago. But that water was gonna be
hot, soaking up the sun all morning and half the afternoon. It was
gonna be good.

"We're fuckin' crazy!" Jill giggled and I shushed her.

"Get your clothes off, hurry up." I was already pulling my t-shirt
off, exposing my pale skin in that weird green glow of the sun shining
through the tent.

I had tan arms and neck and face, real tan, but the rest of me was
white as snow, just like Jill, and we were smiling cause this was so
bad if we got caught. My small hard tits moved as I got my boots off
one at a time and I looked at Jill's tits, a little bigger than mine
with little dark nips. I liked her nipples.

"You got soap?" She asked me, like I'd carry some in my pocket just in
case.

"Who needs soap? I just want water!" I grinned and we were naked in a
hurry.

She had black hair, pretty short like mine, just covering our ears.
Mine was dirty blonde, like my pubes. We were about the same size,
small all around really. Not much over five feet and lean, muscular
even. But that's what it is in the field. Every day you get a workout
and all they fed you is protein and carbs. We had hard tits and tight
hard asses and flat stomachs and we were checking each other out.

I wasn't queer, but you gotta get love where you can and wasn't none
of the tankers gonna love me. Not like I needed, they just played it
up so they could bang you quick. It was the combat, made those guys a
little hot for it. So I was trading with Jill cause that's what we
did. Sometimes like that, in the shower, other times in our racks
maybe, but it was hard. We'd work most the night, catch some sleep in
the morning maybe, hump all afternoon and stand a perimeter watch
after chow.

It didn't leave a lot of time for the other stuff.

"I miss my boyfriend." Jill had big brown eyes and she was frowning.

"I know, come here." I got her under the water, holding her tight and
letting the girl close her eyes, pretending I was some guy a million
miles away when I kissed her.

She pulled the chain and that water was hot, but good even so. It
would have been better cold, but fuck it. Wet was wet and that's all
we wanted. I pushed my tongue in her mouth, reaching down with one
hand to squeeze her ass, sliding my fingers between her cheeks. I
could feel her nipples hard on mine, our tits rubbing and I rubbed my
finger around her asshole for a second, pushing inside just a bit so
she'd get a little tight, give me a little moan.

Jill was holding my head with her other hand, digging her fingers in
my hair while we kissed. She was dreaming of that boy, dumping water
on us every few seconds, not a lot, but enough and I moved my hand
lower. Her cunt was wet already, excited and greasy for my fingers and
I fucked her slow from behind the way Jill liked it. She opened her
legs for it, lifting the left and sliding her foot up and down my
calf.

I'd get her off if I could. Sometimes it happened, sometimes it
didn't. I might even get off myself, but best for me was when Jill
went down on me in the dark. I could pretend she was one of the guys I
knew back home, one of the kids I'd played with in my daddy's barn,
rolling in the hay. That was my fantasy, my dreams of home.

Jill liked the kissing, making out and getting fingered, so that's
what we were doing. It was her turn and I didn't mind.

"Well, what the fuck we got here?" It was one of the staff sergeants
from supply.

"Shit." Jill breathed, mostly cause she'd been close.

"Lesbian cluster fuck, eh?" She grinned at us.

"We was just..." I started saying, like I had any thing to say at all.
We were busted.

"Got a chit for that water?" The lifer stared at me.

She was ugly too, with her face scarred up like some Canuck had taken
a flame thrower to her head. She didn't get no love, except what she
could steal. All the ugly people ended up working supply, like it was
a magnet for pimps.

That made the rest of us, girls like me and Jill, nothing but whores
when we needed something. Or got caught doing something we weren't
supposed to be.

"I guess I gotta write your asses up, huh?" She was grinning and big,
like growing right in front of us. She looked like a tanker, except
for her big tits.

"Hey, Sarge..." Jill smiled cause she knew the drill. "...You ain't gotta
do that, we were just having some girl fun."

"Little rock n roll, you know." I played with my tits for the bitch
cause she liked blondes. "Ain't gotta write us up..."

"...not when we could do some extra duty maybe." Jill bit her lip. "You
got anything for us to do?"

"Shit." The Sarge smiled and shook her head. "Get your asses outta
there before somebody else comes along."

We got dressed quick, not drying off or anything, just putting on our
clothes and the Sarge led us back to one of the supply tents. We were
gonna be doing extra duty, that was for sure, and it coulda been
worse, but the Sarge wasn't in a sharing mood.

I've been gangfucked before and it isn't fun.

"Get your pants down." Sarge grabbed me by the back of my neck,
pushing me over a pallet loaded with Cokes.

The bitch was digging for something, a strap-on, of course. You just
knew a cunt like her would have one. All I could do was wait, bent
over those hard soda cans with my pants down around my knees. Jill was
standing there, waiting for something to do and she gave me a little
look, like what did we expect. We were lucky it was this bitch,
probably. At least we weren't gonna get whipped.

"You, suck my tits while I fuck this slut." The Sarge was talking to
Jill and she hadn't even removed her trousers, just strapped that big
dildo on over the top of her web belt.

She'd pulled off her t-shirt though and I looked over my shoulder,
seeing her big heavy tits jiggling and then I gasped as the ugly dyke
put that cock to my ass.

"Start sucking, bitch." Sarge grabbed Jill by the hair, pulling the
girl so she was on top of me, her thighs spread around my head as she
leaned over the soda's the other way. Her body on mine.

I grunted hard and then screamed a little as that dildo tore into my
ass, stretching me hard without so much as a pillow to bite on. I'd
just got out of the shower, yeah, but I was dry inside and the Sarge
was fucking me hard with it, raping my ass while Jill held me down
with her body, her tummy against my back, and sucked those fat tits
for the Sarge.

After a few minutes that cock didn't hurt so bad. It was smooth anyway
and I'd been fucked in the ass plenty of times, but a little grease
woulda made it almost nice. The worst part was those stupid Cokes,
those fuckers hurt, digging into my skin, pushing on my body while I
got fucked. And Jill wasn't trying to make it worse, but she couldn't
help it as the Sarge kept her on top of me, adding her weight to mine.

The Sarge did me for a good ten minutes, maybe more, and it was hot as
hell in that tent. All that water from the shower just made it worse
too. I was burning up and sticky and sore now, in my ass and
everywhere else. I was almost ready to take a whipping instead when
the bitch finally had enough of my ass.

She was hot and sweaty too and the dyke dropped to her knees after she
pulled that dildo out of my butt and shoved her ugly face between my
thighs. She was just into dirty holes and I was wide open now, loose
and ripe with sweat and who knows what else. Sarge was eating my
asshole hard and fucking my tender red anus with her tongue. That was
pretty sweet, actually and I was humping my ass back like I might get
off if the bitch would just give my clit a rub.

Jill had gotten off me once the woman was done fucking, and she was
just waiting on us now, watching the old Sarge get her jollies sucking
my rectum. I even got off myself, a little by the end of it. Not
really cumming or anything, but it was feeling good and after a long
while the Sarge finally pulled away from me, licking her lips and
grinning like she'd just had a big hot fudge sundae.

"Go on now, get your asses outta here." She slapped my butt hard and
laughed, unstrapping that dildo and walking away so she could stash it
again. I just pulled up my pants and didn't look back, I didn't want
her to think I'd liked it.

"What a perv." I giggled, walking a little gingerly out of the tent
with Jill.

"Did it hurt?" She asked me.

"Heh." I snorted. "What do you think?"

"Sorry." Jill said, then she looked around. "Hey..."

"What?" I looked at her and she was smiling.

"Check it out." She looked down as we walked and I followed her eyes.

Jill pulled her hand out of her pocket and she was holding a couple
boxes of pills, rectangular and thin, a month's worth of birth control
in each one.

"Shit." I giggled. "She'd have killed you."

"I got six of them, three for you." Jill shoved the boxes back in her
pocket.

"You keep 'em." I told her, heading towards the machine shop. The
tanks would be back soon.

"I told you I got six." She grinned at me.

"I been off too long, I'm probably knocked up already anyway." I
shrugged, but she really wanted to give them to me because I'd been
the one getting fucked.

"So sell them or something." She told me. "Trade for some rubbers."

"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "Stash 'em, I'll get 'em from you later...Tanks
coming."

We could hear the whine of those engines, big LM3650 Gas Turbines, and
then the metallic rumble of sixty-five tons rolling across the Dakota
scrub. The klaxons went off, thirty seconds of wake-up siren and the
camp came to life around us.

"See ya later." I gave Jill a smile.

"Yeah." She nodded and started jogging ahead to the machine shop,
where she worked, while I turned around and headed for my lager.

I rubbed my ass while I walked, frowning cause it was pretty sore.
That supply dyke had reamed me hard and even that hungry tongue of
hers hadn't made the pain go away.

"Where the fuck you been?" Tina was there.

It was her tank too, but she was fresh, like two months old, so she
just did whatever I told her to do. In a year and half when I rotated
home she'd get a newb of her own and it was a never ending cycle like
that.

"Shut up." I told her. "You got the computers up yet?"

"Yeah." She scowled at me cause that's all I let her do. Diagnostics
and electronic systems repairs. I wasn't gonna let her turn a wrench,
not yet, no fucking way.

Tina was pretty too. More than me, just cause she was so fresh mostly.
She wasn't really better looking, even with her short red hair and
freckles. The 18 year old was just new and so she looked pretty and
I'd had to bust her in the chops a few times so she didn't get some
kind of attitude. It was a fuckin' war, not a popularity contest.

We were really just behind the real lager, which was a defensive
firing position. If we had to fight it out the tank would get hull
down up there behind a big ass berm and roast Canuck's like it was
Christmas. We'd done it before.

This place was a concrete bunker, reinforced with steel and open at
both ends. They'd drive the tank in facing the lager so if they had to
move, it was straight up the little hill about fifty meters and they
were ready to shoot. We had everything we needed to fix the tank in
that bunker, least I hoped so, parts were getting scarce. But we had a
good crew in my tank, lots of experience.

"What the fuck did you do to my tank?" I screamed over the sound of
the engine winding down.

It was parked now, under that concrete and steel roof, and there were
3 big holes in the right side engine compartment, a lot of smoke too,
thick and black.

Marley was getting down from the commander's hatch, swinging from the
long ass tube of that 120mm gun. He was a staff sergeant on his second
tour and he knew what he was doing. Most of the time.

"Shit." He was grinning, scratching his head and looking at those
holes.

"You fucker!" I popped him hard right in the mouth and he didn't see
it coming.

"Fuck you!" He spit out some blood, sitting on his ass on dusty
diamond tread.

Kelly was grabbing me, Riley too, that was the rest of the crew.
Driver and gunner respectively. They didn't have to though, the fight
was over.

"Goddamn." Tina giggled, but nobody cared.

"What did you do to my tank, Marley?" I stared at him, shaking myself
loose from Kelly's arms.

"We took some little stuff." Riley shrugged. "Thirty mill I think."

"Yeah, thirty." Kelly nodded, giving Marley a hand to grab and pulling
him up. "They hosed us down pretty good."

"And you didn't see that shit?" I frowned at Marley and then went to
look at my tank.

"We toasted 'em." Marley said, like that fucking mattered.

"Lost at least four plates." Tina was standing there looking pretty.
"Gonna be hard to find that much armor."

"Six." I muttered, grabbing a spanner so I could get at the engine.
That was gonna be ugly. "How far did you go like that?"

"I dunno, uh...Twenty klicks maybe." Kelly said. "It was real sluggish
too, didn't want to drop you know?"

"No shit." I looked at Tina and she just looked back at me. "Get the
computers linked?"

"Oh." She nodded quickly and finally started doing her job.

"You lost half your hydraulics at least; the voidance overflow is
behind door number one." I pointed at a hole with my wrench. "You're
number two blower is there..." I pointed at another hole. "And right
here we have...Anyone?"

The guys all looked at the last hole and then at me, Marley rubbing
his jaw.

"That's your starboard oil sump." I was turning bolts again. "Didn't
it make you wonder where all the smoke was coming from?"

"Aw, look..." Marley got close, putting his hand on my back. "I'm sorry,
Brenda, come on. You can fix it right?"

"Yeah." I frowned, ignoring him. "But I shouldn't have to."

"He was hid good, baby. We didn't see shit." Marley was behind me,
pressing his body closer, massaging my shoulders. "That Canuck was
smart too, loosed a couple rounds, blew the armor off. Couple more and
the Kevlar gave..."

"Don't do that." I said, shaking my head.

"...The last couple...Wham, gave us all a good scare." He was rubbing his
crotch against my ass and his hands were on my tits, squeezing me
through my damp t-shirt.

"I about shit my pants." Riley chuckled and he was watching us,
smiling and grabbing his cock through his uniform.

"Where'd that new bitch go?" Kelly laughed, walking around to the
front of the tank to give Tina some attention.

"You want this tank fixed, or what?" I finally sighed, looking over my
shoulder at Marley.

Marley was tall and dark and dirty and he had a nice cut on his
swollen lip now. He looked good and I was glad he was still alive.
We'd been together for over a year and this one had been close. A few
feet forward and those thirties would have found the ammo locker, but
they wouldn't have penetrated...Maybe.

"Let it sit for a minute while you cool off." He grinned at me,
sliding a hand down my arm so he could take the wrench from my
fingers.

"Cool off, huh?" I smiled despite myself.

"Yeah, baby...It was a long day." He turned me around and bent his lips
towards mine. "We all need to relax a little..."

He was kissing me and I felt his hands on my ass, big and strong,
grabbing my round cheeks like he was gonna lift me off my feet. Riley
was saying something, bitching about sloppy seconds, like he always
did. But Marley was the tank commander and so he got first dibs and I
was the tank girl, just doing my job.


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