I used to love life and never gave up easily until it was taken away from me. I was still a carefree young girl when the war in Bosnia and Herzegovina ignited, because it did not reach our small, isolated town.
But I remember shortly after my 15th birthday, the sound of gunfire became one of the noises of the streets. The former downtown had been rendered non-existent by the falling of Trans-Serbian shells, and the streets were reduced to a scattering of pedestrians hurrying past and garbage and dust flying in the wind.
The whole world loves our little town on the Black Sea. In the summer, the stunning sunshine, the thin sea mist and the deep blue water send waves of tourists to this place with its mountains and sea, its stone castles, its Gothic churches, its hessian streets and its creamy chocolate-colored blondes. Today, the sunsets and evening sunsets are still there, but the streets are no longer our streets.
On the hills, behind the chimneys of every house, there were Serbs in camouflage uniforms the color of dead leaves, with long rifles, shooting every pedestrian, even children, on the central street. No one loitered in the streets anymore.
The first time I felt the fragility of life was on a brilliant dusk, when the sea spray began to drift thinly into the streets, but the sea and sky were hazy in the distance. I was walking through the alleys with my best friend Kailin – we could no longer walk the streets after school. Up ahead there was a bunch of people busily huddled together doing something. We had a gut feeling something was wrong.
We pushed our way through the crowd, and there on the ground was Demae, Kayling’s sister. Dai Mei’s blonde hair was draped over the floor, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale, her long-lashed eyes closed tightly, twisting her body on her back. She wore a navy blue girly tank top outfit and a pair of white girly suit shorts that wrapped her bulging, plump, firm girly buttocks tightly.
There was a horrible little bullet hole in the fullest part of her left breast, blood was pouring out in rivulets, and beside her a basket of bread had fallen to the ground. “Demae!” Kailin pounced on her with a woozy yell. I stood there, dumbfounded. Dai Mei, so lively and fresh, always full of vigor, Dai Mei, who could hear her laughter like a silver bell before anyone arrived, died like this?
Eighteen-year-old Demae is a good friend of my sister, Haina. The two girls in their family were a striking pair of sisters. They both have long blonde hair, slim waists and long firm white legs. A few days ago it was Kailin’s 16th birthday, and our good friends from Soo Creek Girls’ School were having a birthday party at her house. A house full of wonderful girls, chattering and full of speeches and laughter, almost brought the house down.
Kylin led me into Demi’s room: “Come on, let’s see Demi’s secret!” She opened a closet and there were many pieces of lace body lingerie in different colors, the sexy kind, and we couldn’t help but snicker.
“Want to try it on?” My friends and I used to get together at that place in town called ‘Victoria’s Secret’
The American stores have wandered, of course, have seen the style of this chic underwear, but we never thought to buy to wear, one is too expensive, two we all think that is the adult’s clothes, although very beautiful, but after all, not our little girl suitable for wear. But now to Kai Ling so a encouragement, can not help but a little eager to try up.
Kai Ling and I started to take off our clothes, Kai Ling quickly took off all the clothes, saw me only take off my bra and panties, then laughed and yelled: “Hey, take it all off ah! It’s a set!” It was only then that I looked at Kylin.
I had never scrutinized her so closely before; she had blonde hair tied loosely in a white sarong, arched eyebrows, a high nose, watery eyes, a clean mouth, and a pretty face like a goose egg. Her breasts towered not too high, but heavy, and her nipples were just little pink grains. Her waistline was thin, surprisingly 21, two sizes smaller than mine, and it was hard to imagine how it would hold up to her thriving body.
She was a regular ballet dancer with a long, curved waist and hips and strong, slender legs, and in the dim, soft light, the clumps of blonde fuzz under her flat belly looked sparse. Kai Ling’s face flushed red: “Why are you looking at me? Never seen a girl naked before?”
She had just finished stripping when suddenly the door slammed, the lock opened, and a man rushed in hurriedly. “Ouch!” Kailin and I screamed at the same time in fear, pulling up the covers to cover our bodies.
The person who rushed in turned out to be Demi. “Great, stealing my clothes!” We just breathed a sigh of relief and snickered cynically.
Dai Mei’s personality is completely different from Kai Ling’s. She is a quiet girl who acts like a lady, but Dai Mei is lively and energetic. Kailing was a quiet girl who acted like a lady, but Dai Mei was lively and full of youthful vigor. She is the captain of the school’s cheerleading team and also the captain of the volleyball team.
She lifted the covers off of me in one go: “Wow! Olivia, I haven’t seen you in a few days, how come you’re in such good shape?
Hey, you don’t even have to wear a bra! I envy you!”
I blushed and said, “Dai Mei, don’t be sarcastic, okay?”
“Hey, trying to seduce someone with my clothes on?” Demae verbalized with no mercy at all.
“So, who do you want to wear it to when you have so many of these beautiful sexy lingerie?” In the end, we are good friends, of course Kailin is helping me.
“Okay, okay, let’s have a fashion show!” Dai Mei simply took out all the lace lingerie from the clothes kitchen. Kailin and I then chose our favorite ones and started to put them on, and over there, Dai Mei had already stripped naked. Although we are all girls, we were still shocked by Dai Mei’s dazzling beauty.
She threw back her full head of blonde hair in a very graceful stretching pose. Demae looked like a Greek jade statue, the soft curves stretching from her long neck to her heels. She was already a well-developed teenager, and the long, dense blonde grass completely covered her lower body, shaving only two smooth bikini lines around the edges of her labia.
Her hips were fuller and her legs thrived. Her breasts that hemisphere were similar to Kayling’s, but the peaks bulged higher than her sister’s and her nipples were a little larger. The only thing she didn’t have over my 19 year old sister, Haina, was the lack of deep cleavage. She was a little taller than us, so her legs were longer and better looking than ours.
The three of us put on those lace lingerie, like a real model like a flirty hand, I look at myself in the mirror, the mirror is a long thick single braid of a young girl, long white neck, curved black black eyebrows, rounded shoulders, narrow firm waist, puffy plump hips, bulging round bottom, but the cone shaped shrug of the breasts. The areolas were pink and the pink nipples were like little pearls. I felt that my figure wasn’t really any worse than Kailin’s or Dai Mei’s!
We hemmed and hawed and put it on and off and played with it until our friends found their hosts and went out.
That night, Dai Mei’s voice still seems to be in front of us: she said that she would wear that pink backless camisole on the night of her wedding, with transparent lattice, which could be lifted from the hem of the lace skirt and come out from the head.
We laughed at her for just dumping her boyfriend and dreaming of getting married! I can’t imagine that she really can never get married. A damn Serbian bullet fired through her left breast ended the flower-like life of this beautiful, vivacious girl! It’s brutal!
That night, I cried all night and couldn’t sleep for a long time. The bullet hole in Dai Mei’s chest kept dangling in front of my eyes. I was furious: why even shoot girls? Why shoot girls in the breast?
I know full well that this is a stupid question, of course it is customary to shoot people in the chest, it is the same for both men and women, who told us girls to have the most sensitive part of the female body in the chest?
I just hope there will never be a war, and that I never have to see a second teenage girl’s breasts pierced by a bullet!
The only safe place in town right now is Soo Creek. The Soo Creek School for Girls is one of the limited number of schools still operating in town. It was a high school for girls in grades 9 through 12. She was at the dead end of the mountain, with four churches on all sides, so that the bullets of the Serbian snipers couldn’t reach the school, and the mortar shells could only hit the granite fence, leaving a white spot.
Soo Creek was our world. She was the only place in the city where I could laugh freely. My best friends Kayling, Rozie, Winnie, and Cindy spent many happy hours with me. The best part of being at school was reading. Reading made me run away from the gunshots and forget about the dangers around me.
Day by day, the Serbian army grows stronger. Our little town had become an undefended city, where the Serbs could come and go as they pleased, and the United Nations troops, no different from the dress models in the stores, had no way to protect us. The Serbs can arrest anyone they want, and people go missing all the time. They have also reached out to the schools, and the high school in the center of town has taken more than two hundred boys from the Serbian army.
Rumors abounded that they were committing genocide, dragging men to the mountains to be killed; others were optimistic that they were simply being forced to build fortifications for the Serbian army. We were all afraid to go out on the streets alone, and shopping for necessities was reduced to a minimum. Luckily, UN relief still came regularly, and as summer approached, we no longer had to worry about fuel and heating. The Serbs, however, would not leave us alone.
Finally they decided that they wanted our Soo Creek Girls’ School to move to the church in the center of town, and they were going to canton our school.
Anyone who possesses Soo Creek knows that it is the same as possessing the whole city. For all of Main Street, the business district in the center of the city, was under the overlook of our four churches. No longer did the Serbian snipers have to crouch down chimneys; their long-range rifles could hit any pedestrian in the center of town, and even those moving about on the roofs were now under their control.
In the evening, me, Heena, Cindy, Kayling, Rozzy, and Winnie, were in the attic of our house discussing it.
“What to do?” We all looked at Hina. She was not only my sister, but the sister of our group of good friends. She was also a graduate of Sukhi, and had gone to college in Belgrade for pre-med school, and when the war sent her back home, she could never go back.
Now she works as a nurse’s aide at a hospital in town. These days she is in a constant state of grief. Last month she lost her best friend, Demi, and last week her boyfriend was captured by the Serbs.
“We can’t let them take possession of our school!” Hina gritted her teeth.
There was a moment of silence. Everyone knew that losing Su Xi was the same as losing freedom and laughter. But what can we do to defend our school?
Haina comes up with an amazing solution: ambush the Serbs every night after they move in, so that they are so cowed that they have no choice but to retreat.
“I’ve already inquired, and they are using Su Creek for a lookout and storage. There’s only one squad on guard at night, and only three people come out to patrol the campus at a time. We can totally deal with them!”
“How do you deal with that?”
“I know there’s an armory in the basement of Soo Creek that’s been left unattended since the government troops pulled out. We could go there and steal guns.”
We all trusted Hina because her former boyfriend was an army officer. We also knew that we were not at all afraid of the Serbs as long as we had guns. We had all gone through military training, and although we hadn’t actually been to war, we had no problem using weapons. When a rabbit is chased, it will still charge and bite, not to mention that we are human beings. So what if we’re girls? We’re definitely not worse than boys.
Luo Zhi was very careful: “How to retreat after the ambush?”
“Don’t worry about that, there’s a culvert in the storage room behind the priest’s room in the east wing that leads to the bomb shelter of the Catholic Church in the center of town.”
“Great! We can meet at the bomb shelter and then come back here! The family won’t suspect a thing!” People in the city often spent the night in the shelter at the Catholic Church because the Serbs would fire cold artillery at night and it would be a disaster to hit our house. We all leapt up at the news.
“Everyone has to keep it a secret, absolutely no secrets!”
At the end of the week, we stayed at the end and we all worked together to steal the weapons and bury the ammunition in a couple of lockers. The Serbs would never have had time to clean out all 1,000 lockers throughout the school after they took over Soo Creek. We each took an M-16, plus a .38 Italian Lysol automatic.
We lined up our ambush positions: Hina guarding the attic of the east wing, me at the bottom of a crappy staircase, Rozzy outside the dining room by the sink, Winnie in the mat room of the gymnasium, and Cindy and Kayling in the two windows of the east wing communication room. We all tested it, and in under a minute everyone could have run back to the priest’s room and retreated.
The operation went surprisingly well. The Serbs never dreamed that someone would actually attack them in their barracks. I leaned behind the stone pillar of the rotten staircase, a stone pier holding my gun. I squeezed the handle of my gun with both hands in a death grip until my palms were sweaty. The dim streetlight reflected three figures in rotting leaf-colored uniforms approaching, and with my shoulder pressed dead center against the butt of my gun, I double-checked the safety and kept chanting the three points into one mantra.
When the three Serbs walked into the small courtyard, I took aim at the first one and pulled the trigger, the man fell with a thud, the two behind me reacted really fast, and a barrage of bullets came my way, hitting the rotting wood above my head and landing all over me in wood shavings. My heart was beating like it was going to pop out of its cavity, I had actually killed someone! I suddenly had a very sickening feeling, luckily it was dark and I couldn’t see them bleeding. Kayling and Candy’s crossfire net took care of them immediately.
The gunfire alerted the Serbs downstairs on the west floor and they rushed out, Roz and Winnie’s web of fire immediately sealed the doorway, two Serbs went down and a few rushed out, I shot at them but was too nervous to hit them.
A loud shot rang out overhead; it was Hina, and she knocked out two Serbs at once.
Against all odds, I fired indiscriminately in the direction of the Serbs, one was finally taken care of by me, and the one running backward ran into the combined fire net of Rozzy, Winnie, Kayling, and Cindy, and, with an unknown number of shots in his body, flopped to the ground, never to move again. We immediately darted back to the priest’s house and pulled out of the fight.
The Serbs searched the Soo Creek Girls’ School the next day and of course found nothing. Suspecting that the guerrillas had come in through the small back door by the confessional, they posted a guard at the small back door and locked it.
The townspeople soon learned that the Serbs had suffered a loss, and everyone was happy to suppress laughter and roll over.
In fact, only two Serbs were killed that night, and seven or eight were wounded, but the legend turned out to be that a dozen Serbs were killed.
We haven’t been to Sukhi for a few days, and we’re going to wait for the Serbs to ambush them once their defenses are lax.
Over the weekend, Haina whispered to me that most of the Serbs had gone back to their town for the weekend, and with the post at the small back entrance gone, tonight was a good night to make a move. I immediately called my female companions.
After taking a shower, Hina and I sat in front of the attic window. The sun was bloodshot, and the distant peaks cast a golden glow.
“I’m so tired today.” Hina said.
“Is it a good friend coming?” I asked.
Hina nodded.
“Then you shouldn’t go!” I was worried that she wouldn’t be able to handle it.
“That won’t work! If I don’t hold there, you won’t be able to retreat.”
“Then you don’t wear shorts.”
“Fool, it’s nighttime, who can see!” Hina said as she took off her dress. She had on a pair of cotton white women’s boxers with a bulging crotch, and I knew that she was using one of those American tampons called ALWAYS that had two little wings. She put on a pair of black hosiery pants and then a pair of dark blue denim shorts.
I watch her get dressed and I am forever picking up her clothes except for her bra. She uses a 38C but I’m only a 34 D. Now she’s changed into a back cross strap bra that she only wears when she goes to the gym, the kind that clasps and snaps in the front. It held her breasts even firmer and higher. Her coat was a gray girly tank top that made her waist shapely and her legs long. She tied her small waterfall of black hair into a ponytail, and stopped her attire.
While my sister was changing, I was getting ready. I stripped off my clothes in one gulp and put on my new lace panties first this was the first piece of lace lingerie I had ever bought for myself. It felt cool and comfortable. It didn’t have that tight feeling of cotton women’s panties. I wore the thicker gray hosiery. The shorts were still the same denim shorts, quite short and looked like my legs were almost as long as Hina’s.
I was wearing a corduroy fuchsia girly tank top, and because it was so tight, I didn’t feel like I had to wear a bra to make it work, since my breasts were so firm and uplifted anyway. The girly tank tops were supposed to have a little bit of room in the chest to hold up the breasts. I jumped a few times and was satisfied that my breasts didn’t jiggle terribly. I disliked the kind of halter style bras for teenage girls that desperately tried to hold up people’s breasts and made them uncomfortable.
Hina snickered, “Hee, be careful to protect your lace, don’t let the bullets hit you!”
“Fuck you! No shame! Do bullets go down?”
“Hard to say, why don’t you wear a bra?Showoff your boobs to someone?”
“Your dog’s mouth is so full of ivory! Do you wear a bra so bullets can’t get through?”
Hina loved to tease me as a child, but she was actually very kind to me. I asked her for advice on any difficult questions, especially girls’ secrets. At that moment, I remembered another question: “Hina, what does it feel like to be hit by a bullet in the breast?”
“Ouch! Die ah! Hit in the chest and you’re still alive?”
“I know, but… will… it be… hard?” I asked this question because I had once been hit by a soccer ball on my breasts at the stadium, causing a very strange wave of discomfort and pain, and it was not a pleasant experience.
“I’ve never been shot, how would I know? However, medically speaking, the consequences of being shot in the chest are the same for both men and women. If the heart is not damaged, there will be a pneumothorax, and soon they will have difficulty breathing, vomit blood, and then suffocate to death. If the heart is damaged, the process is shorter and the death is quicker. Teenage girls are slightly different in that their breasts may block the impact of the bullet, and the damage to the heart is not as sharp, so the torture may take a little longer than for boys. In addition, young girls are naturally stronger than boys in terms of pain tolerance and vitality, so they die more slowly. Therefore, to kill me, it is best to shoot me in the chest, a little pain, immediately die, dry, and do not have to suffer so much torture. Like Dai Mei would be miserable.” At the mention of Dai Mei, Hina’s eyes got a little red.
After a while, the friends arrived. Kayling wore a varsity t-shirt, loosely bunched in a red belt of denim shorts, with a yellow ribbon in her hair, her little ponytail bouncing. Cindy wore a pair of orange Maggie’s girl’s midriffs and a dark t-shirt. Rozee’s dark hair was worn over her shoulders and tied back with a purple hair tie, she wore a short sleeved sweatshirt and dress pants and dark colored socks and pants. Winnie had two thin pigtails and wore a blouse and a small halter top skirt.
Everyone was staring at her: “Gee, Winnie, going to the dance? I told you not to wear a dress!”
“I’m special today! It’s hard to look bad in shorts when you’re all wrapped up in a bulge!” Winnie said with a helpless look on her face, straightening her suspenders with her hands.
“Okay, stop it.” Hina was the big sister after all, she put her arm around Winnie’s shoulder: “Sharp?
Or don’t go tonight.”
“It’s okay, it’s just that the domestic tampons are too loose.”
“Try mine.” Hina gave her a pack of ALWAYS Little Wings: “This is the girly type, don’t buy the grown-up kind later.”
“You’re so sweet!” Winnie gave Hina a grateful hug and went to the bathroom.
In the night sky, a bright moon hung there alone, emitting a pale white light that shone through the mist on the ground. The fog, with its slightly salty odor, wrapped around us like a soft veil, and was very romantic. We could hear nothing else but the chirping of various insects and the faint music of the stuffed troops in the barracks. We were soon in our places. I wasn’t as nervous as I had been on the previous occasion, after all, I had had some experience in the field.
In the dim light of the streetlamps, Serbian soldiers in rotting leaf-colored uniforms appeared out of the fog. One, two, three… I aimed at the one at the front and was about to pull the trigger… Wait a minute! There’s more! One, two, three… Oh, my God, how can this be? There were twenty of them! They weren’t lined up either, but were groping their way towards me in a carefully scattered line! Should I shoot? Can I take on that many on my own?
But, they’re getting close to Roche’s place, so hopefully she won’t shoot and we’ll run back to the priest’s building together, there’s more power in being together! I wish I hadn’t thought to bring my comms.
Rozzy and Winnie have no idea how many Serbs are coming out yah!
Rozee was a usual teenage girl. There weren’t many girls with black hair in our school, and Rozee was in the same class as me, so naturally we became good friends. Roz was not as pretty as me, she had a little bit of freckles on her face, but she had a very fit body like me. I liked taking pictures with her because it made me look prettier.
Rozee didn’t care at all, and was proud to show it around: “Isn’t my friend beautiful?” Her family was Muslim, but she had a Jewish last name. She was the smartest student in the class and my homework advisor. When I didn’t know how to do my homework, I went to her to get the answer faster than to the teacher. Rozzy was not very active, and she got in such good shape because I dragged her to work out, the gym, swimming, and so on.
We couldn’t run on the streets after the war, but I still dragged her to the indoor pool. When we first became good friends, she used to worry about her flat chest, but after working out for a while, and then getting Hina to alter her T-shirt to narrow her waist, hey, her little breasts puffed up like mushrooms in spring!
A shot rang out and the Serbs planted one, the others immediately went prone.
Roz! Why are you shooting? On the other side, Winnie’s gun went off as well, she didn’t see how many Serbs there were in total, and she hit one. Some of the prone Serbs returned fire, some jumped up and lunged at Roz. I saw that Rozy was in critical condition and fired a barrage at the Serbs, knocking down one, then another, and a machine gun came my way, hitting me so hard that I couldn’t get my head out of my ass.
But I saw in Shidun’s eyes that Luozhi stood up and fought desperately toward the machine gun. The machine gun was mute, and there was a searchlight in the yard that lit up all of Luozhi’s place. I saw a few splashes of blood on Luozhi’s firm, slightly bulging breasts. “Ouch!” Rozzy screamed.
I almost shouted along with him, “Roz! Luo Zhi has been hit!”
She saw her whole body harden, her hands cover her breasts, she stumbled backward two steps, bent backward in a very graceful arc, dropped the gun, her legs went weak, she fell to her knees, and then she planted herself sideways on the ground. Ahh! My heart sank and went cold. Luo Zhi was dead! How could this be!
The Serbs surrounded them. No, I have to inform Hina and the others that we’ve been tricked and they’re prepared! I immediately ran towards the east wing, but as soon as the door was pushed open, there were surprisingly a few Serbs in the hallway! I immediately turn back and walk, lifting the boards to get down the stairs. The Serbs ran over my head and didn’t find me. Intense gunfire went off in the east building, and that was Haina, Candy, and Kayling all running into the Serbs.
I ran towards Winnie.
Winnie is a delicate and shy little girl, she is my neighbor, both parents are doctors, we grew up playing together. Despite her petite looks, Winnie knew more about the sexes than anyone else. One time, a few of us were having a slumber party in the attic. As we talked, we got into blush-inducing stuff.
“Do you know how children come to be?” She asked us with a charming smile.
“Crane sent it, didn’t he?” Cindy said.
“I know,” said Kailin, “when a boy sleeps with a girl, he makes babies!”
Luo Zhi tossed her hair: “No, you have to grow up, then get married, then have sex, then you can have kids!” After all, she is a talented girl, she knows a lot.
“What do you mean by love?” Winnie pursued.
“Shame on you, who knew!” I felt my face go red.
“For your information, when a boy makes love…”
“Really?” Although we all took physical hygiene classes, the teacher never took the chapter on the reproductive system seriously, and we were too embarrassed to listen attentively to anyone who wasn’t sure what would happen between a man and a woman.
Then Winnie told us about foreplay, love juices, the G-spot, orgasms, and other mysterious and far-fetched topics that made our hearts beat and our faces heat up.
“Know where the clitoris is?”
We had all learned the term, but never associated it with our own bodies. Winnie asked us all to take off our panties, and even though we were all girls, we were girls after all, and everyone was shy. But Winnie graciously took off her panties and spread her legs.
Her pussy was covered by a dense layer of brown pubic hair, and she parted her labia with her fingers: “This bit is it.”
We explored like she did. Growing up, I had never explored my lower body, what the construction was like never cared to know, and this time it was just a little bit of understanding.
“Don’t touch it too often, it’ll get comfortable and then you’ll get addicted to it and by the time you’re married, you won’t find sex enjoyable!” Winnie admonished.
I turned around and stumbled upon Rozzy’s pubic hair, which was just as black as mine, but much denser and longer. After this night, a few of us were better.
Running to the dark door by the gymnastics room, I froze. The gymnastics room was brightly lit and contained a group of Serbs with Winnie tied to the uneven bars with her hands behind her back. Her pointedly bulging breasts rose and fell. A bearded man smiled lewdly as he reached down and groped and squeezed Winnie’s breasts.
Winnie screamed and cursed, and suddenly kicked him in the lower back, causing the bearded man to crouch down with a strange cry of pain. The other Serbs immediately tied Winnie’s feet apart, and the bearded man laughed as he lifted Winnie’s skirt.
“No!” I closed my eyes in sadness.
The jockstrap was ripped off, and Winnie’s snow-white legs were dazzlingly beautiful. She wore a pair of pink women’s boxers that bulged at the crotch. The bearded man stroked up her legs all the way as Winnie desperately struggled and screamed. I knew that if I jumped out as soon as I did, I would end up the same way.
The bearded man’s hand touched Winnie’s crotch: “Bad luck!” The girl’s secret was discovered by this man.
He took a step back and discussed something with a couple of Serbs before they all laughed together.
The bearded man crouched on the ground as another Serb lifted Winnie’s kilt up and the bearded man aimed his gun at Winnie’s crotch.
“My God! I can’t believe they could do such a thing!” I was stunned, not believing my eyes!
Winnie also realized what they were up to, and she tilted her head back, bit her lip, and closed her eyes.
I screamed in my heart: “Winnie! Struggle! Why don’t you move? Why are you standing there and letting them beat you down? Winnie!”
But Winnie didn’t move, didn’t struggle.
“Pop!” The gun went off!
“Ouch! OMG!” Winnie screamed in agony. The bullet had shot through her pussy, and Winnie’s pink women’s panties exploded in a shower of blood that ran down her long, white legs. A lot of blood gushed out, and I knew what it was. Bursting plasma!
Winnie twisted her body in a struggle, and suddenly a very strange expression came over her face, both like pain and enjoyment, and she struggled and jerked shamefully until her legs stopped twisting and stiffened.
I was shaking, unable to believe that my two best friends were dying right before my eyes. My eyes blurred with tears as I fought back sobs and shot a barrage of bullets through the door at the beasts, knocking down a few of the Serbs, including the bearded man, and ran to the south wing in the confusion.
In the hallway of the south building, I finally toweled down to Kayling and Cindy, both of whom were panting.
Cindy said furiously, “It’s bad! The east building is full of Serbian soldiers! We’re surrounded!”
I heard gunshots in the east wing. “Where’s Hina?”
“She’s trapped in the priest’s room!”
I was relieved that if she couldn’t hold her own, she was perfectly capable of retreating first.
“Where are Olivia, Winnie and Roz?”
“Dead, they’re all dead! It’s tragic!” I couldn’t hold back my tears again.
Both girls cried.
The gunfire in the east wing suddenly stopped. Did Hina withdraw or was she killed?
“What to do?” Kayling and Cindy both looked at me.
“We will fight to the last bullet! Never give them a chance to be captured alive! The humiliation is beyond your imagination.” I said through clenched teeth.
We found a spot in the lab next to the restrooms in the south building where each of us could control the corridor by leaning on the stone pillars and firing outward. I heard from Kayling that there were at least two or three hundred Serbs!
We kept a tense eye on the corridor, and finally, the Serbs appeared at the stairway. We fired three shots and knocked down two. The rest retreated back. Suddenly, a large group of Serbs appeared behind us, lunging for the door, and I fired as I retreated into the lab.
Kylin and Cindy were a step too late, and they were holding on for dear life, yelling, “Jump out the window!” I jumped and landed in the bushes downstairs. The moment I jumped, I heard the door fall, and Catherine and Cindy fell into the hands of the Serbs.
Among my friends, Cindy was very special. She had very long, soft, straight blonde hair. All the other blonde girls had hair that was loose and curly, but hers was straight down like a little waterfall. Cindy loved to dream. She often fantasized that she was a little princess waiting for Prince Charming to come and rescue her.
She was the youngest girl in the family, and she was charming and delicate looking, with watery eyes, a small nose, and two little swirls that appeared when she smiled, so she was a dainty girl. Both of her brothers gave in to her and spoiled her.
Dating was Cindy’s main concern; she didn’t have a regular boyfriend, but often discussed with me how special it would be to be with a boy.
“What do you feel when you are kissed on the lips by a boy?” She was timid and would never dare to let a boy kiss her on the lips.
“How should I know?” I don’t have a boyfriend myself.
“Ask your sister?” Cindy said carefully.
I was curious, of course, and after asking my sister that day, Cindy was thrilled and excited to hide out in the attic with me and listen to me talk word for word about what it’s like for a girl to kiss, mesmerized to no end.
“I’m so curious to know what that rush and quick beauty feels like!” She concluded.
“Then get a boyfriend and practice!” I picked up her long hair and swept it across her pretty face.
Headlights lit up the small playground like daylight. The Serbs escorted Kayling and Cindy, with their hands tied behind their backs, onto a wooden platform with a paint rack.
“If you call your cohorts to come out and surrender, you will be released!” An officer said triumphantly.
“We have no accomplices, kill us!” Kailin and Cindy screamed and cursed.
“Haha, where’s the bargain!” Two Serbs went up, one holding Kyling and the other holding Cindy, and reached out to squeeze and fondle their breasts, as they struggled desperately. Suddenly, one of the Serbs holding Cindy screamed strangely and fell backwards, it turned out that Cindy had stabbed him in the stomach with a concealed knife.
The Serbs were no longer going up, two guns aimed at Kayling and Cindy as they wrapped their arms around each other.
“Sendy, don’t look at me when I’m shot, okay?”
“Cailin, stop it!” Cindy cried as if she were a tearful woman.
“Ready… shoot!”
“Bang! Pop!” The gun went off.
“Ouch! Mommy!” The scream was from Cindy.
Poor Cindy! O our dainty daughter! Alas, alas, could she endure such pain and shame? Two columns of blood blossomed from the peaks of her bulging maiden’s breasts, and then another crocus erupted from the crotch of her Maggie’s midriff.
She convulsed, covered her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other, opened her mouth, rocked from side to side a couple of times, bent her legs, and slowly, with great difficulty, planted herself; Cindy lay there on her side, her long blonde hair cascading over her face, her legs still stomping and kicking.
Why don’t you watch Cindy? If you did, you’d know where those perverted Serbs are hitting her! Why are you wearing jean shorts? I hadn’t finished thinking about it when the fucking gunshots started again.
“Ouch! You mustn’t die! Hitting other girls here!” Kailin let out one last scream.
My best friend, the beautiful Kailin, had finally been shot! A red light ripped through the bulging crotch of the young girl’s jean shorts, striking a splash of blood that flowed in rivulets down Kailin’s slender thighs.
Kailin spasmed and covered her pussy with both hands as blood continued to flow from her fingers. She leaned back, frowning, mouth open, staggering, falling back a few steps against the wall.
“Bang!” Kailin’s entire body shook as a column of blood erupted from her high, plump left breast.
She reached out with one hand, covering her breasts, and bent backwards convulsively, her whole body going limp as she planted herself reluctantly! She kicked a few times, her whole body hardened, and she didn’t move.
Cailin! Cindy! I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t, so with tears in my eyes, I crept up one of the stairs to the East Staircase.
I came up from the utility room inside the women’s restroom on the east straddle and a man hugged me at once.
“Hina!” I was shocked and delighted. We hugged and cried.
“Hina, why haven’t you pulled out yet?”
“The priest’s house was full of Serbs and there was no way back! I ran out of bullets and managed to retreat here. When you guys come and concentrate your fire, you’ll probably be able to rush out.”
“They’re not coming, they’re all dead!” I cried out.
Hina listened with tears in her eyes as I told her what happened down there. She said, “Olivia, one of us has to break out. I’ll lure the Serbs away from the priest’s house, and you take advantage of the opportunity to break out!”
“No, I can’t leave you!” I hugged my sister.
“Behave, I’m the one who brought you here, I can’t go back, how will I have the face to meet Kayling, Cindy Winnie and Rozie’s parents? Good sister, don’t forget to avenge me!” Hina said, grabbed her pistol, slapped one of the pikes I gave her on it, and stormed off.
She rushed down the hallway to the priest’s room and shot inside. Then ran down the corridor as fast as she could. I took the opportunity to rush out, and when I saw that all the Serbs in the room had gone after Haina, I rushed into the priest’s room with a single bound.
Haina is my encyclopedia of teenage life. She was a good older sister. I went to her for all my teenage problems and questions, instead of ever asking my mom. Kailin wasn’t as close to her sister as I was to Hina. On one hand, I don’t like to pry into my sister’s secrets as much as Kailin does, and on the other hand, Hina shares everything with me, including her first kiss with her boyfriend. She’s a very attentive and caring teenager.
Haina is most proud of her breasts. From the time they first developed, I shared every feeling and change with her. When my breasts started to grow, I often compared myself with her, wishing that I could have enviable breasts like hers. Hina took good care of her breasts, applying creams to make them smoother and doing exercises to make them firmer.
She was careful to use different bras at every stage of her breast development in order to give her breasts the most appropriate protection. Under her influence, I was also very particular about wearing different bras and, like her, started wearing teenage halter-style bras from the age of 12, before most girls were wearing bras.
Haina darted under the searchlight, she was usually a fast runner but today her stride was a little off, I remembered that she was on her period and I shouldn’t have let her lure away the Serbs.
Hina was finally chased to the end of the hallway, her chest heaving violently as she pressed herself against the wall. A shot rang out just as she raised her pistol. Several columns of blood jutted from the high, full teenage breasts that Haina was so proud of.
“Ouch!” She uttered a last wail, spreading her hands wide and pressing them against the wall, biting her lip, lifting her head, and raising her breasts high, her whole body bending out in a girlish and moving curve. She stood there motionless, clinging to the wall, enduring not to fall, and after a while her whole body stiffened, and crimson blood leaked red all over her breasts.
She convulsed, her whole body went limp, bent her long legs, and slowly fell down the wall… The Serbs surrounded her.
I pull open the door to the storage room. I’m the only one left now, so all I have to do is go down the stairs, walk through the storage room, unlock the door, and I’m free.
I had only gone down two flights of stairs when the light in the storage room came on and there was a Serbian officer standing below.
I froze, unable to move a muscle. Our eyes met, he was a young and handsome officer. He slowly reached down and drew his snatch. The blackened muzzle didn’t frighten me on the outside, but a wave of panic, pain, and pity washed over me that it was finally my turn!
Sixteen years of teenage life, one scene flying by, ah! I’m going to be killed! I don’t want to die! I cling to the wall, my hands gripping the wallpaper in a death grip.
The shot wasn’t loud, and all I felt was a jolt of heat from my right nipple, which had been rubbing against my pink girly tank top outfit, followed by a twinge of particularly unpleasant pain, a little different from a soccer ball hitting the peak of a breast, and a sensual hot rush straight to my nether regions. I couldn’t help but scream “Ouch!” My left hand involuntarily covered my right breast, and I could feel the softness of my teenage breasts, I’d never pressed my breasts so tightly before!
A hot stream of mucus, which was my blood, raced outward from my fingers. I felt my mouth go salty and spit up blood, my throat felt like it was stuck on something and I had trouble breathing. I opened my mouth wide and struggled to draw in air. I felt no pain, just numbness in my right breast. Is this what it feels like to be shot in the breast?
The officer raised his gun once more, this time aiming it at the underside of the zipper of my jean shorts, my new lace women’s boxers, the most private and shameful place in a girl’s home! Why hit me there?
Declaring that my teenage life has finally come to a humiliating end.
“Awww! Nasty! No! Don’t hit there!” I called in desperation, but no sound could come out of my mouth. I shook my head up, my long dark hair sweeping into my face, and I closed my eyes in shame, biting my lip as I waited for the most humiliating moment of all.
The gun went off again, “Beat the piss out of all the other girls!” I screamed in shame and annoyance, but only a muffled sound came out.
I just felt the crotch of my jean shorts being hit hard, bursting open, the place where I peed was hot, my whole lower body shook, and a stream of hot water went “poof!” A hot stream of “pfft!” spewed out, and the urine was suddenly uncontrollable, and all of it leaked out! My right hand immediately covered my pussy. The hot and painful feeling of shame only lasted for a while, and then suddenly the feeling changed to a kind of sexually charged pleasure that is hard to describe and that only a young girl can experience.
I finally experienced what my friends experienced when a teenage girl was shot in the pussy! No wonder Winnie didn’t struggle at all, letting the bullet go right through her pussy, and no wonder she had such a strange look on her face as she struggled after being shot! Turns out she already knew it would feel like this!
The waves of that quick beauty surged throughout my body, getting more and more raging, and I was mortified.
“Ah! Almost to the most comfortable moment!” My legs stomped straight and stiff, and my whole body suddenly tightened with extreme pleasure, and a huge wave of pleasure overwhelmed me. My whole body was trembling and convulsing, and with every convulsion, a wave of pleasure molecules rushed throughout my body, and the sweet hot flashes caused my face to turn red, and even tears flowed out of my eyes.
As the last wave of pleasure washed over me, I blacked out, bent my legs limply and fell, rolling down the stairs. I struggled with my dying kicks, one, two, three… Suddenly, my throat tightened, my whole body froze, and I let out my last breath with a “gh… ah…”! I let out my last breath, and I knew nothing more.
My eyes were tightly closed, but I could see myself lying on my side on the floor as the officer rolled me over on my back, a shy smile still lingering at the corners of my mouth. Only the man and I knew what he used to end my dreamy teenage youth. He began to remove my girly tank top outfit, my girly jean shorts, my hosiery pants, my new lace women’s boxers.
I still loved my body dearly, but she was dead and never to be mine again. The officer gazed longingly at my nakedness, I had no shyness and never needed to have it!