Posted by Moore on May 03, 2003 at 10:09:09:
... Her sister was hit once in the head. Another shot sent mud flying when it impacted between the two women. Her sister threw up and started convulsing. Stanislaw panicked, and half stood up. A burst from a machine gun jerked him left, the right, then his right knee burst and his lower leg hung loosely in tatters. Groaning, Stanislaw fell over, and slid a meter down the muddy hill.
Sylwia knew there was only one way to survive. She had to play dead. Saying a quiet prayer for her dying sister, she flinchingly gathered some of her sister's oozing brains and rubbed them in her own hair. Sylwia added some blood to what she hoped was a convincing disguise.
She was dead. Still as a corpse. Eyes open. Flat on her back. Didn't, couldn't hear gunfire, explosions or screams. She couldn't hear the men coming closer. Sylwia held her breath.
A large man in fatigues jumped over the ridge. He flopped down on Sylwia's right side. His weapon came to rest under her right breast and over her left. The barrel was cool and heavy.
(Dead, don't move.)
He was panting from the run. His breath was warm. As a looked down the barrel of his weapon, his face was turned toward her and he was panting on her chest. Sylwia felt her nipples harden.
(Dead, don't move.) She then realized he was using her as a sandbag, to hide behind and help steady the weapon. Sylwia fought the urge to push him off of her, or scream "How dare you!"
The warrior then licked Sylwia's bare arm. It was more of a taste then a tentative touch. She tried not to jump. He moved forward on top of her so that his face was over her right breast. (Dead, don't move.) He lowered his head. Through her thin black tank top he began nibbling and sucking on her nipple. Sylwia fought to keep still.
The sounds faded in the distance. Sylwia tried to hold her breath. If she made his weapon rise and fall with her breathing he would certainly know she wasn't dead. (Dead, don't move.) Then he seemed to relax. He took his face away from the weapon, and said something in a language she didn't know. His men fanned out beyond her view. (Don't follow them with my eyes!)
The warrior then stood up. He took Sylwia's knees and dragged her down toward the water. Sylwia was limp. Her arms dragged in the mud. She offered no resistance, she was dead. Mud oozed into intimate places through her thin shorts. He stopped about five meters from the boat dock. Sylwia risked breathing. Slowly. Then he knelt down in front of her and removed her shorts. Sylwia didn't object to this treatment, she played dead. He then pressed on her lower abdomen. By the time Sylwia realized he was trying to void her bladder, he had already moved his hand away. He cradled her head in his hands as he lowered it back to the mud. (Dead, don't move.)
He looked at her closely then. Sylwia fought the urge to get up and bolt. He reached for her neck. For a moment, Sylwia thought he was going to feel for a pulse, but he gently turned her head from side to side to get a better look at her. He said something; gentle and regretful. Sylwia tried to relax her limbs, but it was hard to keep her eyes from looking at something.
He undid the groin protector on his body armor. "He wouldn't..." Sylwia thought. (Dead, don't move.) As the man lowered himself onto and into her, Sylwia relaxed. A few minutes of this and she be alive and it would be over.
He lightly licked Sylwia's lips. He then took her bottom lip in his and sucked gently. Sylwia felt an odd response to this, a tightening of arousal. (Dead, don't move.) He explored her mouth for a while, tongue darting in and out. Sylwia considered briefly biting him, but things were going well, so she didn't. Then he intensified the kiss, deepening it. He began inhaling with his mouth over Sylwia's. (Dead, don't move.) She staid limp, and let him draw the air from her lungs. It was an oddly intimate contact. He began thrusting. He passed the same breath back and forth between the two of them. His thrust grew faster and harder. Sylwia fought to stay silent, to stay still.
He released, and arched against her. Panted in her mouth, the shared air starting to stale.
Sylwia was disappointed when he took his mouth from hers. Their eyes met. They looked at each other. The man jumped off her with a plop sound and leveled both his guns at her.
... Sylwia stretched out in the mud. Sylwia looked at the man towering over her. Her sister and what's his name were dead. How was she going to get out of this?