Training Marines Ch. 01

Disclaimer: Like all lit stories this one would fit in multiple categories. This story has exhibitionism, group fun, multiple females, and some light bondage. If those aren't your things, stop now and find another story.

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(Rayner)

I pushed through the last rep of the set I was on for bench press.

Sitting up I took a drink of water and looked around the gym. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton Marine Corps Base in California. It was a beautiful August afternoon, and the gym was partially filled with fellow Marines and civilians running around getting their sweat on.

The main side gym was the largest on base and had all new equipment, it was a breeding ground for fit men and women serving their country.

I moved to dumbbells to start another set of chest presses and idly noticed a couple fit girls next to me working on the heavy bag.

One was white, medium length blonde hair, short and very fit, with thick thighs and a large chest. The other was medium height, had a light brown complexion from tanning, brown hair in a ponytail, toned body with a flower tattoos on one arm and what looked like otters and turtles on the opposite leg. Both were beautiful and wearing black skintight shorts and sport bras.

The blonde was holding the bag while the brunette was punching away. She moved her feet well but was opening and closing her fists with every punch as she danced around.

I snorted but ignored them, picking up my dumbbells and starting my own set. As I was about to finish the two girls walked over to me and stood still for my last rep.

Frowning I set the dumbbells down and sat up.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"What was that smirk for?" asked the blonde.

"Excuse me," I said.

"The smirk, you looked at us on the bag and smirked your face," the blonde said making a gross exaggeration of my face into a sneer. "Don't tell me you didn't, I saw you."

"It was nothing," I said, waving an arm to downplay it.

The brunette looked at the blonde and rolled her eyes, "Told you it wouldn't matter, why are we wasting our time?"

"Fuck him, I saw him and I hate Marines like that, like we can't work the bag or fight or do things they can do," the blonde replied turning her back. The brunette did the same as they started to walk away.

Now my blood got working, "Excuse me."

They both stopped and faced me.

"You don't know me, why you talking trash?" I asked.

"Cause you can't man up," the blonde said while shaking her head. This close I could see her blue eyes glittering with anger. "I saw what I saw and it annoyed me, you don't even know us and you judge us."

I scoffed, "Look who's talking, judgy much? You don't know a thing about me, yet you think I'm judging you in some way."

"You can't tell me I didn't see what you did," she replied.

I held up a hand, "Fair enough, before this goes any further, I'm Staff Sergeant Rayner, and who are you two?"

The brunette looked at me, "I'm Staff Sergeant Laren, she's Staff Sergeant June."

"Fine, I did SMIRK," I said emphasizing the word.

"Told you," June said.

"Not sneer," I said making my own exaggerated face in mocking of the face June made to me.

Laren giggled but June narrowed her eyes.

"Why?" she growled.

I could see June was pretty annoyed, and I knew from experience that many Marines treated female Marines differently, mostly in the manner she spoke of, but still her reaction to me seemed over the top. Maybe she was having a bad day.

In echo to my thoughts, Laren spoke up, "My friend here got overlooked for a meritorious board that was given to a male staff sergeant that just got to our unit and she's a little cranky right now."

My rising temper deflated, I knew from experience what that felt like. Even though mine wasn't gender, sometimes favorites do come into play. I was an exceptional Marine, but I'd never win any popularity contests. I was kind of a nerd and kept to myself, I also lacked social skills on almost every level.

"Look, sorry I smirked, I happen to be a martial arts instructor and your form had some serious problems," I said, looking back and forth between them.

"Really?" Laren asked, June kept looking at me with narrowed eyes.

I nodded.

"Show us," June said.

"W...what?" I stammered.

"Show us," she growled through gritted teeth. "If you're for real, show us what she was doing wrong."

I looked down at my weights and picked up my water bottle, I was almost finished with my workout anyway, might as well help them out.

I walked back to the bag and they followed. I motioned for June to hold the heavy bag and got into a fighting stance next to Laren.

"The biggest thing you were doing wrong is keeping an open hand," I said.

I demonstrated how she had her hands open and then as she punched forward she'd close her hand into a fist every time.

"This telegraphs your intent, but even more than that it gives your opponent and easy way to beat you," I said.

June snorted, "That's it, an open hand is her bad form? Oh my god," she said rolling her eyes.

This girl was getting on my nerves, "Look mighty mouse, you want to listen or talk trash?"

Laren barked a laugh then covered her mouth while looking at June, who's eyes went wide then narrowed as she silently fumed at me.

"She's sensitive about her height," Laren whispered.

I rolled my eyes, "The reason it's such bad form, is because it's a good way to break your hand."

June stepped up and growled, "Show me."

She dropped into a fighting stance with her hands open.

"You sure you want to do this?" I asked.

In response she snapped out a punch.

I sighed but moved my own hand forward to meet hers. She hadn't closed her grip yet, so when my open palm met her hand her wrist collapsed and she yelped. Gritting her teeth she took a step back while shaking her hand. I stepped forward and brought my hands up and touched a finger to her nose, then grabbed her arms and swung her down to the ground.

"What the fuck dude?" she cried out from the ground.

"You said you wanted to know what was wrong, I just showed you," I said, raising an eyebrow. "It took me less than three seconds to cripple you, then I would've broken your nose and slammed you to the ground. What, did you think I'd stop after you hurt your hand? Real fights don't stop because the other person got hurt, that's kind of the point."

She scowled and looked at Laren, "I'm either going to marry him or kill him, I'm not sure which."

"I was definitely thinking you two need a room," Laren replied deadpan.

I offered June a hand and helped her to her feet.

"You said you're a martial arts instructor," Laren said.

I nodded, the Marine Corps had a fighting system called MCMAP. Marine Corps Martial Arts Program. There were five different belts, tan, gray, green, brown, and black, plus instructor tabs. I was a black belt instructor, meaning I could train and give out belts up to black belt.

"Would you be willing to train us?" June asked.

"What belt level are you?" I asked.

"We're both tan," June replied

"When?" I asked.

"You tell us," June replied.

"I could meet you here after work I guess, five to six or so every day," I said. "But I really don't like training just two people."

"We have two other friends that I know would be interested, and they're tan belts too," Laren said.

"What belt do you want to go to?" I asked.

"Is green too much?" June asked.

I shrugged, "No belt is too much, it just depends on how long you want to commit to training. Assume hour and a half each day, four or five days a week, it'll take four months to get to green."

They looked at each other.

"This was specifically mentioned for my board, that he was green belt certified and I wasn't," June said.

Laren shrugged, "I'll commit with you if you want to do this, you know Nazy and Marazzo will too. It's up to you."

"Would you really do this?" June asked. "Train us."

I nodded, "Believe it or not, it would help me out too. It's always good to log instructor hours, and at a certain point, your skill plateau's so training others is a good way to refresh your basics and allow you to go over them with experience. You tend to get more from it."

They each nodded.

"I do have a condition," I said.

Both raised their eyebrows at me.

"Let's hear it," June said.

"If I commit to this, this is a lot of my time too, that means you flake on me, we're done. I get we can't plan for everything for the next four months, but if you miss a night, I better know about it. You miss once, I'll forgive you, twice, bye bye," I said.

They both nodded.

"That's fair," Laren said.

"Fine, then I'll meet you here starting tomorrow, every night, five o'clock," I said.

June stuck out her hand, "Deal."

The next day I walked into the gym early after scheduling one of the side rooms for training. I waited for the girls to walk in and waved them into the room.

Two other girls joined them and we all introduced ourselves.

Staff Sergeant Nazy was a dark-haired Persian beauty, she was medium height with full lips and a plush but fit figure.

Staff Sergeant Marrazzo looked like the girl next door, she was the same height as Marazzo but with long brown hair held in a ponytail and deep blue eyes, when she turned her around I could see she had a full back tattoo.

All of the girls were wearing skintight black booty shorts and sport bras, they looked about the same age as me, mid-twenties.

I eyed them and shook my head, their shorts barely qualified for the name and the fact that all four of them were fit and beautiful was a personal nightmare.

I stood staring at them for a full minute before June spoke up.

"Is there a problem?" she asked.

"We told you we had two others that wanted to train," Laren said hesitantly.

I nodded dumbly, "That's not the problem. Okay, full disclosure. I'm a bit of a nerd and kinda antisocial, I have like two friends on base."

All the girls looked at each other.

I held up a hand, "Let me just say what I'm going to say before you get those looks on your face. I know that seems like a weird thing to say from your instructor but bear with me."

The girls all nodded or shrugged.

"Where I'm going with this is I don't have a lot of social interaction with girls or anybody for that matter, so training four girls that are breathtakingly beautiful is a new thing for me," I said.

All four suddenly tensed and looked at me intently.

"Don't act like you don't know it or hear it all the time," I said. "But that is not the problem, if you could do me a favor and at least wear some baggy sweats or something when we train, because these outfits are very distracting."

"I know in a perfect world I'd be able to overlook it and just train you, but as I just said, I'm a bit of a loner, so it'd really help me out if you didn't distract me," I continued.

Laren held a hand to her mouth in an obvious attempt to cover her laugh, which made Marrazzo turn her head to chuckle, then Nazy and June couldn't keep it in and all of them giggled for a few seconds.

"Really?" Nazy said.

"Oh come on, that was adorable," Marrazzo said.

"It's kind of a fair statement girls, look at us, porn films start out like this, cute nerdy guy trains four hot chicks," June said.

"Shenanigans ensue," Laren said in her best move commercial voice while raising her hands in a rainbow arc.

Nazy rolled her eyes and smirked, "Fair enough, we'll try to dress less distracting."

The other girls nodded.

"Thank you," I said.

True to their word, the girls dressed in baggy t-shirts and clothing for following training sessions. Weeks passed and we met religiously every day after work. I took them through forms and physical training and as the weeks passed, we became friends.

I started to look forward to the training sessions and slowly the girls took me into their group. At first it was just an invite to grab a bite to eat after training, then it turned into a movie on a Friday night. Soon I was going to dinner with them one or two times a week and they'd talk about their lives while we trained. Before I knew it, I was as close to them as I was to anybody else on base.

One night while training, June asked me, "You said you have a black belt in martial arts before you joined the Marine Corps right?"

I nodded.

"So how effective is this training compared to that?" June asked.

I paused for a moment to give her answer the attention it deserved.

"Truthfully, it is an effective system. It relies heavily on a person that is fully clothed and possibly wearing gear, that's kind of important," I replied. "Don't get me wrong, martial arts are fun and they can be effective, but real-life training is different from gym training, and while I think it's more practical than many martial arts, there are definitely some gaps in MCMAP training."

"Like what?" Laren asked.

"Well, specifically for females," I said. "Most of the time you're going to be fighting in a different weight class, girls need to understand that and adapt."

I continued, "If you get into a real fight, it's rarely going to be with another girl, so you need to know how to fight a stronger larger male."

"Is that something you can train us on?" Marazzo asked.

"I mean, I can, but it'll extend the training we're already doing," I said.

"Show us what you mean," June said.

I nodded and moved to square up against her.

"Treat this for real," I said.

She nodded.

For a moment I eyed her, then moving forward at a casual pace I stepped in and grabbed her, sticking out my foot I twisted my body and brought her to the ground with my body pressed on top of hers. For a moment she was in shock, and I used that to grab her tits. Her mouth dropped and she froze, I easily grabbed her hands and then pinned them under my knees. In seconds I had her immobilized, straddling her body.

I looked to the faces of the other girls as they stared at me in shock.

June bucked underneath me, but I had a firm grip with my knees, and I easily outweighed her by fifty pounds of muscle. After a minute she relaxed and I stood up, offering her a hand to bring her to her feet.

"That's what I mean, no practical world application for fighting someone bigger and stronger," I said.

"I know, you're all looking at me crazy, but the simple fact is, all it took to freeze her was to grab her boobs, then you didn't know what to do," I said looking at June.

"Well, yeah,...but that's cause you're my instructor, I didn't expect that from you," she sputtered.

"Why?" I asked.

"What?" June replied.

"Why didn't you expect it from me? What part of treat this for real escaped your attention?" I asked straight-faced.

"Well, I mean," she said.

"Well, I mean," I said imitating her voice. "Uhhhhhhh, yeah, great job learning all the stuff I've taught you."

"That's not fair, you caught me off guard, you moved so slow at the start I didn't think you were for real," June said.

"So that's all it takes to throw you off guard, just don't jump and scream at you," I said. "Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

"You shouldn't have to move like a maniac if you know what you're doing. Casual speed is more than enough to get the job done," I continued. "And yes, I know what I did caught you off guard, that was kind of the point. You quit thinking. In a fight, that's death, in a fight you should always be thinking, what am I doing, what's he doing, what do I need to do?"

"Training allows muscles to be guided by little or no thought, but you must still think," I said.

"Let me try," Nazy said.

I nodded and I took a few steps to the side before we squared up, unlike June, when I moved in, she was ready and was able to prevent my first attack from bringing her to the ground. She smiled so I pushed forward with my weight, and she tripped on her gym bag and we went to the ground together. She kept her cool and managed to prevent me from pinning her arms as we wrestled. I looped one arm over her left side but when I tried to grab her right arm but she kept wiggling and then started hitting me in the side of my ribs.

I let this go on for a few seconds before I called a halt.

We stood up together both breathing a little hard from our exertion.

I nodded, "That was better but not perfect."

"If I hadn't had tripped," she started to say.

"You think that was an accident?" I asked.

All the girls looked at me again, "Know your surroundings, I moved you over there on purpose, pay attention to those kinds of things, what's at my feet, what can I grab, what can I introduce your head to either by grabbing it and smacking you with it or by grabbing your head and bringing it into contact with it."

"And why were you hitting me?" I asked.

"What do you mean, I was trying to fight back?" Nazy said.

"And that's what you came up with, keep hitting me in the ribs when you have no leverage?" I asked.

"What was she supposed to do?" Marazzo asked.

"I don't know, how about take her finger and see if she can tickle my brain by reaching through my eye?" I said.

"Ewww," Marazzo replied.

"Look, if you're in a fight with another girl over some guy you met or something equally stupid, fine, keep punching. But let's face it, if you're in a fight, the number one reason is probably sexual assault, right?" I asked looking around at them.

They each nodded.

"So that means you have a few choices; one, keep punching till he overwhelms you or you get lucky and help comes. Two, give up. Or three, reach your finger into his eye and permanently blind him," I said.

I had an idea, I reached into my gym bag and pulled out the leftover apple from my lunch.

I tossed it to Nazy, "Put your finger through that."

She frowned, "Like, just..."

"Pretend it's my eye and shove your damn finger through it," I said.

She grimaced but squeezed with her thumb and made a dent.

"You're about to get raped, and that what you're gonna do? You might as well offer him a blow job," I said.

She glared at me and then focused back on the apple, easily shoving her thumb through it to the core.

"Let me try," June said as Nazy wiped her fingers off and handed her the apple.

One by one each girl tested themselves and felt the pressure needed to damage someone as I continued to talk.

"It's simple, if you're fighting for your life, focus on things that can't be strengthened. Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, hit joints in the opposite direction that they are intended to move, knees, ankles. If you slam your full weight against a knee on the side, I promise that person will feel the pain." I said.

"I can't guarantee you won't get raped or hurt or worse, but if you leave damage like that, they'll never forget you. Cup your hand and smack his ear, he'll be permanently hard of hearing, rip out an eyeball, you have to decide what your limits are and what you're willing to do," I said.

"There's a semi famous quote by Bruce Lee," I said. "Forget about winning and losing; forget about pride and pain. Let your opponent graze your skin and you smash into his flesh; let him smash into your flesh and you fracture his bones; let him fracture your bones and you take his life! Do not be concerned with escaping safely- lay your life before him."

Their eyes went wide as they absorbed what I said.

I spent the next week teaching them grappling and catastrophic damage techniques that would permanently injure assailants.

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(Marazzo)

"Did you guys still want to go out tonight?" I asked as we changed over in the girl's locker room.

We'd just finished our session with Rayner and had taken showers and were getting dressed when I asked them. It was a Friday night, and I was feeling energetic. We'd been training for weeks, and it was beginning to show in our moves and strength.