Posted by Moore on May 03, 2003 at 10:10:30:
Phoenix handcuffed the women's hands in front of her. He wrapped several layers of 100 mph tape around her ankles while his men covered her with their weapons. Phoenix wasn't going to take any chances.
He nodded to his men, and he dragged the women about five meters from the river, near the dock. Phoenix pointed to himself and said "Phoenix". The women pointed at herself and said "Sylwia". She had a rich, confident voice.
Sylwia was pleased Phoenix was talking with her. Maybe she had a chance to get out of this. Her boat was so close.
Phoenix look at the seven meter, V hulled power boat. A boom had been jury rigged on it. He pointed to it, and nudged Sylwia. She nodded. Hope rose in Phoenix. If that was her boat, then she knew the local waters. They could work together. She could pilot the patrol boat, ensuring it didn't run aground on sandbars or hit underwater debris. Although the Vistula had been straightened and navigational aids added before the war, the river had reverted to a more primitive, wilder state. Phoenix realized sadly that he couldn't trust her. What was he thinking? Just because she's cute and in a black tank top he was going to risk everyone's lives with a women he didn't know? He had just had her friends and/or family killed next to her.
Sylwia watched the man. Expressions quickly darted across his face, ending in a look of anger. She had to do something. Stanislaw had only had her at night, in bed, with the lights off, under the covers, with him on top. He had been her first for she had been saving herself like a good Catholic girl for marriage. She knew she should have been relieved Stanislaw didn't make too many demands on her, but if she was going to sin anyway, she had hoped it would have been a little more... Sinful. Now was the time to be wicked. Sylwia got on her hands and knees, waggled her ass, flipped her muddy hair over one shoulder, and gave Phoenix her best come hither look.
Phoenix took in a deep, long breath. Phoenix never had a women tell him no directly to sex. He still knew he was forcing them, but if any of them had actually said no he wondered if he had enough humanity left that he would stop.
He kneeled down behind her on his knee pads, sinking slightly into the mud. Sylwia wiggled her shorts off, and started to pull up her tank top up. "No" Phoenix said. He positioned himself behind her. Sylwia turned and forced an encouraging smile on her face. He took her then, but held her hips still. He nodded to her boat. "Sylwia" he said. She said a few sentences in Polish, of which he only recognized "zhe-ka", which he thought meant river. They moved their hips slight, getting the feel of each other. Phoenix leaned over her. He ran his hands over hers, then up her arms and felt her girlie muscles. Sylwia told him in Polish she was strong from fishing, and blushed when she saw his desire for her. Phoenix stoked Sylwia's cheek gently. He traced her jaw line, savoring the moment. "Sylwia sliczny" he said. Sylwia blushed again. No one had called her pretty in a long time.
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. 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. She 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.
Sylwia nodded yes to him, and stopped his hips from moving. She began to move her own hips back and forth while he staid still. "Now this is sinfully wicked" Sylwia thought. She clamped down on him internally for a second, then let go. She squeezed again for a second, harder this time. Phoenix balanced on his forearms so his hands were free. He squeezed her chest each time she thrust. Sylwia pumped back and forth, squeezing tighter and tighter, until she thought Phoenix was ready. Sylwia tried to move her hands to rub the smooth patch of skin in front of his testicles, but Phoenix pulled away, and grabbed her hands.
Phoenix shook his head "No" at her, and pointed to her hands, then his genitals, then his face. She nodded. Sylwia nudged him with her shoulder to say sorry, and Phoenix calmed down. Sylwia tried to get him to lay down. When he did, she didn't even think to make a run for the boat. The tape around her ankles was removed quickly. She put one foot near his head and the other near his knee as she mounted him. She went slowly at first, then faster and faster. He groaned and grinned at her. She grinned back. They took their pleasure together.
After he recovered his senses he sighed. Phoenix got her off of him and checked his gear. He gently moved her back onto her hands and knees. Sylwia thought he had a lot of stamina. Phoenix quietly drew his knife. He tried to think of some way he could avoid killing her. But she might know the patrol boat's crew, and he couldn't take the risk. Even though she was fun, she could jeopardize Rachgee's future, and that is what all this killing was for. "At least she wouldn't die alone" he thought as he absentmindedly rubbed a huge old scar hidden under his helmet.
Sylwia was bent over on her hands and knees. Her hands were still handcuffed in front of her. Phoenix knelt behind her, and slammed the knife into her belly. If he was mad at his prey, he would often show them the knife first, let them taste the fear, know they were about to die. He liked Sylwia, and wanted her suffering to be brief.
The force of the blow pushed the air out of Sylwia's lungs. For a moment she looked at him confused, then her eyes widened as the pain hit her. Phoenix straightened her into a sitting position on his lap. Her breath was coming in shallow pants. Blood oozed down her flat, tone stomach. They looked in each other's eyes.
He cut upwards with a savage lift of the knife. Sylwia made a "huh" sound. Her toes clenched and mud squeezed between them. She ground her teeth. Sylwia tried to arch deeper in Phoenix to get away from the knife. They continued looking at each other. Sylwia started lifting her hands toward Phoenix's face, but he twisted the knife slightly to stop her.
It was time. Phoenix cut upward again, and this time cut into her heart. Sylwia felt her heart beat one last time. She arched, then she relaxed. Phoenix held her until Owl cautiously approached. "Some of the villagers tried to run northeast to the river, but Legless got them good" Owl said. "All right then" Phoenix said.
Phoenix carried Sylwia to the river and released her.