Fire Fight

Rachel was vaguely aware of the dirty bearded face inches away and the foul smell of the man's breath. She knew what was happening when she felt him squeeze her breasts and shove himself inside her. All she could do was spit in his face. She really didn't feel any pain from the slap that followed and didn't have the strength to do anything more about it. She had put up a good fight.

"She's dead," one of the men said, "Roll her over, I want to fuck her tight little asshole."

The decrepit apartment building was abandoned except for a few squatters. Rachel lay on her back in a pool of blood on the floor. Her Browning 9mm inches away from her dead right hand. Her blouse was ripped open and her bra pulled up to expose her voluptuous breasts. Her thigh length tight skirt was pulled up around her waist and her brief panties and hose ripped off. Her long slender legs were spread wide and she was still wearing bone colored high-heeled shoes. The man humping the corpse was clearly not finished.

The man who had spoken pulled out a nasty looking knife and gave the other man a shove. As he let go of Rachel's body the first man shot his cum all over her thighs and blond pubic patch.

The man with the knife picked Rachel up by her blouse and bra and slit the delicate fabric. The clothing came away and she fell back naked to the waist. Two bullet wounds in her chest just below the ribs were still seeping blood. Her small pink nipples stood out on firm rounded breasts. He grabbed Rachel by her slender waist and pulled her skirt down her long legs. One of her shoes fell off and she lay there still wearing the other.

Rolling her face down, he knelt between her wide spread legs and lifted her hips to meet his huge erection. Not to be outdone, the first man picked her head up by the long blonde hair and shoved his erect member in her mouth.

A huge roar echoed down the hall and both men's bodies jerked convulsively. David stood there silhouetted in the light at the end of the hall with a smoking Uzi in his hand. One of the men lay twitching on his back with his huge schlong sticking straight up in the air. The other man was crawling away trying to pull his pants up. Another quick burst from the Uzi stitched him from groin to brisket.

David walked up to Rachel's naked body and checked her for signs of life. He rolled her over and her deep blue eyes looked up at him without seeing. He kissed her bloody lips, closed her eyes and composed her features. There was an old blanket nearby so he covered her nakedness.

Over the years, Rachel and David had been more than just lovers. In a country where men and women fight side by side in the army, they had formed a bond based on respect for each other's ability. Both had tasted their share of combat and had numerous close calls.

Fighting had been easy when everyone wore a uniform and you could tell who the enemy was. Now terrorists killed hundreds of innocent people without warning. It was the job of the intelligence organization to uncover terrorist plots and kill those responsible. Arresting terrorists didn't do any good, with the political situation they were soon out on the street. Since the peace initiative, you couldn't just go in with a squad of soldiers and shoot someone so it was up to individual operatives to do the job.

The target was a young woman who was leading a plot to blow up the American Vice President's car on his upcoming visit. All that intelligence knew about her was a de***********ion and that she worked in a jewelry shop in the Eastern Sector. Also that she liked women.

Rachel was dressed all in white. Her silk blouse clung to her full breasts and let just the impressions of her nipples show through. Her tight, thigh-length dress showed off her slender waist and was stretched across her athletic hips. Her high heels made her look much taller than her natural five-six. "Damn, you look sexy," David said giving Rachel's butt a little squeeze.

"Stop that," she said with mock indignation, and gave David a kiss on the cheek.

Rachel slid into the back seat of a taxi and was off to the Eastern Sector. Walking through the market place she cut a stunning figure. Years in the army had left her with the smooth muscles of a trained athlete. She walked with a strong, purposeful stride in the direction of the jewelry shop. Her white sun hat and dark glasses shielded her from the sun's glare off the white stucco buildings. The click of her high heels on the cobblstone street echoed from the walls of the narrow alley.

The glass door of the jewelry shop slid open with a hiss and the air conditioning felt good after the hot dusty market place. The woman behind the counter had long dark hair cascading over her shoulders and a floor length clinging silk dress. She fit the de***********ion exactly. "May I help you?" she asked.

"I just flew in from the States and I'm looking for some gold jewelry," Rachel said with her best American accent. "May I see what you have in that case?"

"We have some lovely gold bracelets, which one can I show you?"

Rachel took off her hat and dark glasses and let her long blond hair cascade down as she pointed to one of the more expensive pieces in the case. The two women's eyes met and Rachel noticed a smile from the dark haired woman. "My name is Rachel," she said and let her hands linger as she accepted the piece.

"Marjan," the other woman replied.

The two women chatted about the jewelry while Rachel let her hands drift to Marjan's body every chance she got.

"I need to close the shop for lunch, would you like to come upstairs for a cool drink?" Marjan finally asked.

Rachel put her arm around the other woman as they walked up the stairs and paused for a gentle kiss at the top. She let her hands explore the woman's body from the lush breasts down the slender waist to the gentle curve of her hips. She could tell Marjan was getting excited.

"Let's get more comfortable," Marjan suggested as she slipped out of the long silk dress. She was wearing a brief bra and panties underneath. "I'll go and fix us some drinks." "Is ice tea ok?"

Rachel admired Marjan's cat-like grace and her smooth elegant body. She found herself starting to get aroused and thought, "have I been in the army too long?" It took Rachel a little longer to strip to her bra and panties and she finished just as Marjan walked back with the drinks.

Marjan set the glasses down and the two met in a more passionate kiss. She unclipped Rachel's bra and started sliding her panties down over her hips. Rachel did the same and soon the two lay naked on the bed. Rachel ran her hands over Marjan's body and felt the long smooth muscles. She was a genuinely beautiful woman, a little shorter than Rachel and with softer curves. She had dark brown eyes and light olive skin. Her dark nipples and pubic patch contrasted with Rachel's natural blonde features. The two explored each other's bodies with more passion than Rachel thought she had.

Just then the phone rang and Marjan excused herself. This was the break Rachel was waiting for and she slipped a small capsule in Marjan's drink. A slight fizz and the cyanide disappeared. When the woman came back she took a long sip and put her arm around Rachel just as the poison took effect. Rachel stifled her cries with a pillow as the body jerked and twitched. When her spasms finally subsided Rachel let the naked body relax across the bed.

As Rachel dressed to leave she couldn't help admiring Marjan's beautiful dead body. The lovemaking had left her fairly excited and she couldn't help stroking the voluptuous breasts and feeling the dark nipples one last time.

Back out on the street Rachel had the uneasy feeling she was being followed. As she turned a corner in a quiet part of he market, a shot rang out and a bullet ricocheted off the stone wall a few feet from her head. She ducked into a doorway and looked up and down the street trying to see where the shot came from. She dashed for the door across the street and another shot rang out. This time the bullet ricocheted off the stones a few feet in front of her.

She saw a dirk figure in a doorway with a gun. Down the street two more dark figures were walking her way with their guns out and she realized she was being driven into an ambush.

David always said, "Take the easy shots first." So she slipped her Browning 9mm out of her purse and shot the man in the doorway.

As the body tumbled into the street, the two walking men dove for cover. She managed to shoot one of them but the other made it to a doorway and returned fire. When she realized she was in a firefight, she thought, "Oh for an Uzi and some grenades." All she had was her Browning and two clips.

Other operatives had been ambushed in the Eastern Sector and none had ever made it out. "If I don't make it at least I'll take out as many of them as I can." She thought as she dashed for cover on the other side of the street. Bullets whistled around her and she saw two more men coming up the street. She returned fire and they ducked for cover.

An open door led to a long hallway and she ran inside. One of the men came in after her and she shot him when he was silhouetted in the doorway. She looked around desperately for another way out and couldn't find anything. A shot came from down the hall and missed her by inches. She turned and shot the man before he could get off another round.

Just then Rachel heard a sound behind her and spun around to face a well-dressed man less than ten feet away. Their guns went off at practically the same instant. She felt the impact of the bullet in her lower chest and instinctively clutched the wound with her hand. The impact knocked her back into the wall and she stood there with a shocked expression on her face looking at the blood running between her fingers.

Using the wall for support Rachel struggled to gain her composure and get her gun back on target. The man just stood there and looking at her.

Rachel was soaked with sweat. Her sheer silk blouse clung to her body and had become completely transparent. Her firm round breasts and pink nipples stood out in all their glory. Blood ran across her tiny white skirt and down her long slender legs. Her long blonde hair hung around her head in a tangle. A slight trickle of blood ran from the corner of her sensuous mouth. She was panting from the effort and her chest heaved as her body struggled fir air. She could feel the blood rising in her throat and swallowed hard to keep from choking.

"You killed five of my men," Rajkumar said calmly.

"I should have killed ten," she hissed back.

"Your gun's empty," he said watching her efforts to point it at him.

"Fuck you," she snarled, only then noticing that the slide was locked back.

"I'd love to but I'm afraid I can't hang around that long." "A patrol will be here soon and they have real guns."

As he started to raise his gun their eyes met. Rachel's deep blue eyes just stared back defiantly. "God, what a beautiful woman," he thought, "What a shame to kill her." She was far better looking than any of the women in his life and what a spirit! He hated to kill her but he was staying far too long.

The squatters from the building were starting to gather around. One of them was playing with Rachel's hair and tried to feel her breast. She slapped at him and continued fumbling in her purse for a fresh ammo clip.

Rajkumar aimed at Rachel's chest just below the big beautiful breasts and pulled the trigger. Her body jerked and she couldn't help a short scream of pain. Her face grimaced and her eyes closed as her legs buckled under her and she started to slide down the wall. The squatters crowded around and started ripping at the clothing of the dying woman.

Rajkumar gave one last look as Rachel's body slumped to the floor. A squatter had shoved her skirt up and was ripping at her panties. He had dropped his pants and his huge erection stood out in front of him. Another one was masturbating in the shadows.

"Animals," he thought as he motioned to his men and quickly disappeared out the door.

Headlines in the paper the next day were about the American Vice President's visit to meet with local leaders about the peace initiative. There was a short story about a soldier that had been killed by terrorists in the Eastern Sector and the riot that erupted when the army sent a patrol in to retrieve the body. Several locals were killed. The army was censured for endangering the peace process. There was also a footnote about a shopkeeper found dead of a heart attack.

"If only they knew," David said, folding the paper and throwing it in the trash.