(The following is a fictional story with fictional characters and fictional events. English is not my native language so forgive me for the imperfections.)
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I and my friend Anna were arrested by the enemy forces and were sentenced to execution by firing squad.
We were still hoping to be rescued by our freedom fighters but time was running out.
Me and her were working at our border town in an store till late evening when the enemy's diversant forces rushed in an captured us. We both had concealed weapons on us but since we were overwhelmed we weren't able to use them.
They shot us with tranquilizers and put us in their cars then transported us to their location.
We woke up in a cell remembering what had happened to us. Both of us were strong women and believed in our men even though we understood our complete vulnerable position and what the enemy will do to us.
Anna was a little younger than me and newly married. I was married for years and my man was the head of one of our freedom fighting groups.
Anna had long, straight, and light brown hair and dark green eyes. She was a bit shorter and thinner than me but she was no less able. We both had gone through trainings as all mature men and women and knew about the war.
Anna was wearing a pretty black summer dress and flip flops.
I had dark brown hair that were wavy and reached my mid back. I had hazel eyes. I was taller and little larger than her. She looked up to me both because of our age difference and built.
I had an unpadded and thin black bra on with a matching panty. I also had a pair of sheer black stockings on supported by a garter belt. The enemy confiscated my white high heels when they brought us to the sell along side both of our pistols.
I felt self conscious being shoeless even in front of Anna. I was known for being formal and elegant in our town.
I had a long black slit skirt on that showed my left leg where my concealed weapon was hidden just above the slit.
I had a light white shirt on which was a little sheer.
We both had full makeup on. My nails were done in dark red and Anna's in light pink.
Suddenly we heard the cell door opening and the enemy officer and his soldiers coming in.
He read our sentencing which was decided to be done with firing squad. I looked at Anna and saw a little fear under a veil of bravery in her. I didn't realize that small fear in me as I had my right hand over my heart.
I knew where they would aim as they always had.
It was early morning. They took us to the yard for execution. My nipples were more erect than before as the weather was cold and slightly visible.
Enemy officer: "We have to search and remove anything unnecessary before carrying out the execution."
They approached Anna, confiscated her marriage ring. The enemy officer shamefully touched her breasts and realized that she wasn't wearing anything under.
He then approached me and checked me from head to toe.
Enemy officer: "No bras."
I started to resist even though I was being held by two of their soldiers and surrounded with armed ones.
He slowly unbottoned my shirt from the top.
Me: "Bastard."
I couldn't resist but to spit on his face.
Enemy officer: "You bitch."
He slapped my face hard as a drop of tear rolled down my eye.
He exposed my upper chest, took out a large knife, and started cutting my bar's straps. He then violently removed the bra and exposed my breasts.
Enemy officer: "Too bad I have no time to play with you two."
He started to button my shirt back but left two button open from the top.
I looked at Anna and saw tears in her eyes. I myself had some too.
I'm glad he didn't treated her the same way he did to me.
Anna still had her flip flops on. I was standing on the cold stone floor of the yard shoeless in only my stockings which were already ruined.
His soldiers tied our hands behind a poll and offer us blind folds which we both refused then they stood back as the enemy officer decoded to carry out the sentences himself. He took out his pistol and aimed at me first as he was ready to pull the trigger we heard some gunfires from the watch towers and saw a couple of enemy soldiers falling to the ground.
Me: "Anna they are here."
Anna smiled but we quickly realized that it was a little late for me.
The enemy officer pull the trigger. My smile quickly turned into a painful surprise as I felt the bullet entering my vulnerable chest.
I looked down and saw a circle tear on my shirt with a bullet hole at it's center. It was on my left breast between my nipple and sternum and felt another bullet entering my right breast next to the nipple.
Anna screamed as she saw me shot.
I looked at her and smiled while still standing.
I saw the enemy officer aiming at Anna now. I was becoming weak.
Anna: "Shoot me you dickless son of a bitch."
Right when he was about to a bullet struck him in his head and he fell down and his soldiers were in intense fire fight with our men.
I looked to the main gate and saw my love running towards me while shouting my name.
I felt relieved but weaker and started sliding down the poll. I knew that the first bullet had got me in the heart and the second one my right lung. I was groaning loud fighting for my life.
Our men started to cut the ties that were holding my hands as they had taken control of the location.
Marcus: "Stay with me my love."
He hugged in his arms and laid me on the floor. He opened my shirt in quick move and saw the pool of blood on my chest.
I raised my left hand an put it on his cheek and smiled. I lusted after him like no other time before. His hands were on my chest and he knew there was nothing he could do.
***
I and my friend Anna were arrested by the enemy forces and were sentenced to execution by firing squad.
We were still hoping to be rescued by our freedom fighters but time was running out.
Me and her were working at our border town in an store till late evening when the enemy's diversant forces rushed in an captured us. We both had concealed weapons on us but since we were overwhelmed we weren't able to use them.
They shot us with tranquilizers and put us in their cars then transported us to their location.
We woke up in a cell remembering what had happened to us. Both of us were strong women and believed in our men even though we understood our complete vulnerable position and what the enemy will do to us.
Anna was a little younger than me and newly married. I was married for years and my man was the head of one of our freedom fighting groups.
Anna had long, straight, and light brown hair and dark green eyes. She was a bit shorter and thinner than me but she was no less able. We both had gone through trainings as all mature men and women and knew about the war.
Anna was wearing a pretty black summer dress and flip flops.
I had dark brown hair that were wavy and reached my mid back. I had hazel eyes. I was taller and little larger than her. She looked up to me both because of our age difference and built.
I had an unpadded and thin black bra on with a matching panty. I also had a pair of sheer black stockings on supported by a garter belt. The enemy confiscated my white high heels when they brought us to the sell along side both of our pistols.
I felt self conscious being shoeless even in front of Anna. I was known for being formal and elegant in our town.
I had a long black slit skirt on that showed my left leg where my concealed weapon was hidden just above the slit.
I had a light white shirt on which was a little sheer.
We both had full makeup on. My nails were done in dark red and Anna's in light pink.
Suddenly we heard the cell door opening and the enemy officer and his soldiers coming in.
He read our sentencing which was decided to be done with firing squad. I looked at Anna and saw a little fear under a veil of bravery in her. I didn't realize that small fear in me as I had my right hand over my heart.
I knew where they would aim as they always had.
It was early morning. They took us to the yard for execution. My nipples were more erect than before as the weather was cold and slightly visible.
Enemy officer: "We have to search and remove anything unnecessary before carrying out the execution."
They approached Anna, confiscated her marriage ring. The enemy officer shamefully touched her breasts and realized that she wasn't wearing anything under.
He then approached me and checked me from head to toe.
Enemy officer: "No bras."
I started to resist even though I was being held by two of their soldiers and surrounded with armed ones.
He slowly unbottoned my shirt from the top.
Me: "Bastard."
I couldn't resist but to spit on his face.
Enemy officer: "You bitch."
He slapped my face hard as a drop of tear rolled down my eye.
He exposed my upper chest, took out a large knife, and started cutting my bar's straps. He then violently removed the bra and exposed my breasts.
Enemy officer: "Too bad I have no time to play with you two."
He started to button my shirt back but left two button open from the top.
I looked at Anna and saw tears in her eyes. I myself had some too.
I'm glad he didn't treated her the same way he did to me.
Anna still had her flip flops on. I was standing on the cold stone floor of the yard shoeless in only my stockings which were already ruined.
His soldiers tied our hands behind a poll and offer us blind folds which we both refused then they stood back as the enemy officer decoded to carry out the sentences himself. He took out his pistol and aimed at me first as he was ready to pull the trigger we heard some gunfires from the watch towers and saw a couple of enemy soldiers falling to the ground.
Me: "Anna they are here."
Anna smiled but we quickly realized that it was a little late for me.
The enemy officer pull the trigger. My smile quickly turned into a painful surprise as I felt the bullet entering my vulnerable chest.
I looked down and saw a circle tear on my shirt with a bullet hole at it's center. It was on my left breast between my nipple and sternum and felt another bullet entering my right breast next to the nipple.
Anna screamed as she saw me shot.
I looked at her and smiled while still standing.
I saw the enemy officer aiming at Anna now. I was becoming weak.
Anna: "Shoot me you dickless son of a bitch."
Right when he was about to a bullet struck him in his head and he fell down and his soldiers were in intense fire fight with our men.
I looked to the main gate and saw my love running towards me while shouting my name.
I felt relieved but weaker and started sliding down the poll. I knew that the first bullet had got me in the heart and the second one my right lung. I was groaning loud fighting for my life.
Our men started to cut the ties that were holding my hands as they had taken control of the location.
Marcus: "Stay with me my love."
He hugged in his arms and laid me on the floor. He opened my shirt in quick move and saw the pool of blood on my chest.
I raised my left hand an put it on his cheek and smiled. I lusted after him like no other time before. His hands were on my chest and he knew there was nothing he could do.