A foggy summer night

I once loved life and would never give up easily before my life was taken away. When the Bosnian War broke out, I was still a carefree young girl because the war hadn't reached our remote little town.

But I remember that not long after my 15th birthday, gunfire became one of the noises in the streets. The once bustling city was gone because of the shells that had fallen on it, and the streets were left with only a few hurried pedestrians and garbage and dust flying in the wind.

**********************************

The whole world loves our little town on the Black Sea. In the summer, the enchanting sunshine, the thin sea mist, and the deep blue water would bring waves of tourists to this place nestled between mountains and sea, with stone castles, Gothic churches, cobblestone streets, and creamy chocolate-blonde women. Now, the sunsets and evening glows are still there, but the streets are no longer our streets.

On the mountain, behind the chimneys of every house, Serbs in camouflage uniforms the color of withered leaves, long guns in hand, shot down every pedestrian on the main street, sparing no child. No one lingered on the streets anymore.

I first felt the fragility of life on a bright sunset, when sea fog began to drift sparsely into the streets, but the distant sea and sky shone with a myriad of rays of light. My best friend, Kailin, and I were walking through the alleyways—we could no longer walk on the main streets after school. Ahead, a group of people were busily gathered together, doing something. We instinctively felt something was wrong.

We pushed through the crowd, and lying on the ground was Dai Mei, Kailin's older sister. Dai Mei's blonde hair lay on the ground, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her face was pale, her long-lashed eyes tightly closed, her body contorted, face up to the sky. She was wearing a navy blue tank top and white shorts, tightly wrapping her full, firm buttocks.

There was a horrible little bullet hole in the fullest part of her left breast, from which blood gushed. Beside her, a basket of bread lay overturned on the floor. "Dai Mei!" Kai Ling cried out and rushed over. I stood there, dumbfounded. Dai Mei, so lively and vibrant, always full of energy, Dai Mei whose silvery laughter could be heard even before I arrived—was she really dead?

Eight-year-old Dai Mei was my sister Hai Na's best friend. The two girls in her family were a striking pair of twin beauties. They both had long blonde hair, slender waists, and strong, fair legs. A few days ago was Kai Ling's sixteenth birthday, and our friends from Su Xi Girls' School threw a birthday party at her house. A house full of young girls, chattering and laughing, almost brought the house down.

Kailin led me into Dai Mei's room: "Come on, let's see Dai Mei's secret!" She opened a closet, inside which hung many different colored lace full-body lingerie sets, the very sexy kind. We couldn't help but secretly smile.

"Want to try them on?" My friends and I had once strolled around the Victoria's Secret store in the city, and of course we'd seen such unique lingerie, but we'd never thought of buying them. Firstly, they were too expensive, and secondly, we all thought they were adult clothes—beautiful, but not suitable for us young girls. But now, with Kailin's encouragement, I couldn't help but feel a little eager to try them on.

Kailin and I started taking off our clothes. Kailin quickly stripped naked, and when she saw that I was only wearing a bra and panties, she laughed and exclaimed, "Hey, take them all off! It's a set!" I then looked at Kailin with a start.

I had never looked at her so closely before. Her blonde hair was loosely tied back with a white scarf. She had arched eyebrows, a high nose, large, watery eyes, a bright, clean mouth, and a pretty, oval face. Her breasts weren't high, but they were heavy, with tiny pink nipples. Her waist was incredibly slender, a mere 21 cm, two sizes smaller than mine. I couldn't imagine how it could support her robust body.

A ballet dancer, she had a long, curved back and hips, and strong, slender legs. In the dim, soft light, the tuft of golden down below her flat stomach appeared sparse. Kailin blushed slightly. "Why are you looking at me? Haven't you ever seen a girl naked before?"

Just as she finished undressing, the door suddenly opened, and someone rushed in. "Oh my!" Kailin and I screamed simultaneously, pulling the blanket over ourselves.

The person who rushed in was Dai Mei. "Great, you've stolen my clothes!" We breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled to ourselves.

Dai Mei's personality was completely different from Kai Ling's. Kai Ling was a quiet girl, every move she made was like a lady; but Dai Mei was lively and cheerful, full of youthful energy. She was the captain of the school's cheerleading team and also the captain of the volleyball team.

She suddenly pulled off my blanket: "Wow! Olivia, I haven't seen you for a few days, how come you have such a great figure? Hey, you don't even need to wear a bra! I'm so envious of you!"

I blushed and said, "Dai Mei, don't be sarcastic, okay?" "Hey, who do you want to seduce by wearing my clothes?" Dai Mei didn't hold back at all.

"Then, you have so many beautiful and sexy lingerie, who do you want to wear them for?" Being a good friend, Kai Ling naturally helped me.

"Alright, alright, let's have a fashion show!" Dai Mei simply took out all the lace lingerie from the wardrobe. Kai Ling and I chose our favorites and started to put them on, while over there, Dai Mei had already taken off all her clothes. Although we were all girls, we were still stunned by Dai Mei's dazzling beauty.

She tossed her long blonde hair back in a graceful stretch. Dai Mei was like a Greek jade statue, her soft curves extending from her long neck to her heels. She was already a fully developed young woman; long, thick golden pubic hair completely covered her lower body, with only two smooth bikini lines shaved along the edge of her labia. Her hips were fuller

, and her legs were more robust. Her breasts were similar in shape to Kailin's, but the peaks were higher and the nipples larger. The only thing she lacked compared to my 19-year-old sister, Haina, was the absence of a deep cleavage. She was a little taller than us, so her legs were longer and more beautiful.

The three of us put on those lace lingerie and posed like real models. I looked at myself in the mirror, and there I was—a young woman with a long, thick braid, a long, white neck, arched black eyebrows, rounded shoulders, a narrow, sturdy waist, full, rounded hips, and cone-shaped breasts. Her areolas were pink, and her nipples were like tiny pearls. I thought my figure was really no worse than Kailin's or Dai Mei's!

We laughed and joked as we put on and took off our lingerie until our friends called for their hosts.

That night, Dai Mei's voice and laughter seemed to still be in my mind: she said she would wear a pink, backless halter top with transparent floral patterns on her wedding night, which could be lifted from the hem of her lace skirt and pulled off over her head.

We even laughed at her for just dumping her boyfriend and dreaming of getting married! Little did we know she would never be able to get married. A damned Serbian bullet that pierced her left breast ended the life of this beautiful, vibrant young woman, like a flower in full bloom! How cruel!

That night, I cried all night, unable to sleep for a long time. The bullet hole in Dai Mei's chest kept flashing before my eyes. I was furious: Why shoot even girls? Why shoot a girl's breast?

I know this question is stupid; of course, when shooting, you aim for the chest, regardless of gender. Why should we girls have our most sensitive area in our breasts?

I just hope there will never be war, that I will never see another young woman's breast pierced by a bullet!

**********************************

Now, the only safe place in town is Suxi. Suxi Girls' School is one of the few remaining schools in town. It's a girls' high school for grades 9 to 11. It's perched in a corner of a cliff, surrounded by four churches. Serbian snipers' bullets can't reach the school, and mortar shells only hit the granite walls, leaving white dots.

Suxi is our domain. It's the only place in the city where I can laugh freely. My best friends, Karen, Roger, Winnie, and Cindy, have spent many happy times with me. The best part of school is studying. Studying allows me to escape the gunfire and forget the dangers around me.

Days passed, and the Serbian army's power grew stronger. Our small town had become an undefended city. The Serbian army could come and go as they pleased, while the UN forces were no different from mannequins in a store, utterly unable to protect us. The Serbian army could arrest people at will, and people frequently went missing. They also extended their clutches to schools; the high school in the city center alone had over two hundred boys abducted by the Serbian army.

Rumors circulated that they were committing genocide, dragging men into the mountains to kill them; others optimistically believed they were merely being forced to build fortifications for the Serbian army. We dared not go out alone anymore, and the frequency of buying necessities was reduced to a minimum. Fortunately, UN aid still arrived regularly, and with the arrival of summer, we no longer worried about fuel and heating. However, the Serbian army was not willing to let us go.

Finally, they decided to move our Suxi Girls' School to the church in the city center, where they would station troops.

**********************************

Everyone knew that controlling Suxi meant controlling the entire city. The main commercial area of the city center was entirely under the view of our four churches. The Serbian snipers no longer needed to crouch on chimneys; their long-range rifles could hit any pedestrian in the city center, and even those on rooftops were under their control.

That night, I, Hena, Cindy, Karen, Roger, Winnie, and I discussed things in our attic.

"What should we do?" We all looked at Hena. She was not only my sister, but also the sister of all of us best friends. She was also a graduate of Suxi, originally studying pre-medical studies at university in Belgrade. The war sent her back to her hometown, and she could never return.

Now she works as a nursing assistant in a city hospital. These days, she has been in deep grief. Last month, she lost her best friend, Dai Mei, and last week her boyfriend was captured by the Serbian army.

"We can't let them take over our school!" Haina gritted her teeth.

Everyone fell silent. Everyone knew that losing Suxi meant losing freedom, losing laughter. But how could we protect our school?

Haina proposed a surprising plan: after the Serbian army occupied the area, we would ambush them every night, instilling fear in them so they would have no choice but to retreat.

"I've found out that they're using Suxi as a lookout post and warehouse. There's only one squad on guard at night, and only three people patrol the campus each time. We can definitely handle them!" "How?"

"I know there's an armory in the basement of Suxi. After the government troops withdrew, no one took care of it. We can go there and steal guns."

We all believed Haina because her ex-boyfriend was an officer. We knew that as long as we had guns, we weren't afraid of the Serbian army at all. We had all undergone military training, and although we hadn't actually been on the battlefield, using weapons was no problem for us. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone us humans. And what about girls? They're definitely no less capable than boys.

Luo Zhi was very thoughtful: "How do we retreat after the ambush?"

"Don't worry, there's a secret passage in the storage room behind the priest's room in the east building, leading directly to the air-raid shelter of the Catholic Church in the city center."

"Great! We can gather at the air-raid shelter first, and then come here! Our families definitely won't suspect anything!" People in the city often spent the night in the Catholic Church's air-raid shelter because the Serbian army would fire sniper cannons at night, and if they hit our houses, we'd be in big trouble. We were all thrilled to hear this.

"Everyone must keep this a secret, absolutely no leaks!"

**********************************

On the weekend, we stayed behind, and together we stole the weapons and buried the ammunition in several locked cabinets. After the Serbian army occupied Suxi, they definitely wouldn't have time to clean up all the more than a thousand lockers in the entire school. Each of us took an M-Shi 6 pistol, plus a .38 caliber Italian Lexus automatic pistol.

We arranged the ambush positions: Haina guarded the attic of the East Building, I was at the bottom of a dilapidated staircase, Roger was next to the sink outside the cafeteria, Winnie was in the gymnastics room's mat area, and Cindy and Kelly were at the two windows of the East Building's gatehouse. We had all tested it; everyone could run back to the priest's room and retreat within a minute.

**********************************

The operation went surprisingly smoothly. The Serbian army never dreamed that someone would attack them from within their own camp. I leaned against a stone pillar on the dilapidated staircase, a stone block supporting my gun. I gripped the gun handle tightly with both hands until my palms were sweating. The dim streetlights illuminated three figures in tattered, leaf-colored military uniforms approaching. My shoulders pressed firmly against the butt of the gun, repeatedly checking the safety, constantly reciting the mantra of "three points in a line."

When the three Serbian soldiers reached the courtyard, I aimed at the first one and pulled the trigger. He fell instantly. The other two reacted quickly, firing a burst of bullets at me, some hitting rotten wood above my head, covering me in sawdust. My heart was pounding. I had killed someone! I suddenly felt nauseous. Luckily, it was dark, so I couldn't see their blood. Karen and Cindy's crossfire quickly took them out.

The gunfire alerted the Serbian soldiers downstairs in the west building. They rushed out, but Roche and Winnie's fire immediately blocked the entrance. Two Serbian soldiers fell, and several more rushed out. I fired at them, but I was too nervous and missed. A loud gunshot rang out overhead. It was Heina. She took down two Serbian soldiers in an instant.

I fired wildly in the direction of the Serbian soldiers, finally taking one down. The one running back charged into the combined fire of Roche, Winnie, Karen, and Cindy, taking several bullets before collapsing to the ground, motionless. We immediately rushed back to the priest's room and withdrew from the battle.

**********************************

The next day, the Serbian army searched Suxi Girls' School thoroughly, but of course found nothing. They suspected that the guerrillas had entered through the confessional near the back gate, so they set up a guard there and locked it.

The people in town soon learned that the Serbian army had suffered a loss, and everyone was secretly pleased, spreading the news. In fact, only two Serbian soldiers were killed that night, and seven or eight were wounded, but the rumors spread that more than a dozen Serbian soldiers had been killed.

We hadn't been to Suxi for several days; we wanted to wait until the Serbian army was less vigilant before ambushing them.

**********************************

Over the weekend, Haina quietly told me that most of the Serbian army had gone back to their city for the weekend, and the guards at the back gate were gone. Tonight was a good opportunity to act. I immediately called my female companions.

After showering, Haina and I sat by the window in the attic. The setting sun was like blood, and the distant mountains cast a golden light.

"I'm so tired today," Haina said.

"Is your period starting?" I asked.

Hena nodded.

"Then you shouldn't go!" I was worried she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"How can I! If I don't hold that position, you won't be able to get out." "Then you shouldn't wear shorts."

"Fool, it's nighttime, who can see!" Haina said, taking off her skirt. She was wearing white cotton panties, the crotch bulging; I knew she was using those American sanitary napkins with two small wings called Always. She put on black stockings, then a pair of dark blue denim shorts.

I watched her get dressed; I always wore her clothes, except for bras. She wore a 38C, but I was only a 34D. Now she changed into a backless bra, the kind you only wear to the gym, the kind with fastenings in the front. It made her breasts look even firmer and higher. Her outer garment was a gray short tank top, which accentuated her slender waist and long, beautiful legs. She tied her cascading black hair into a ponytail, and she was dressed.

While my sister was changing, I was also getting ready. I stripped off all my clothes at once and put on my new lace panties—the first lace bra I ever bought for myself. It felt wonderfully comfortable. It didn't have that tight feeling of cotton panties. I was wearing thicker gray stockings. My shorts were still the same denim shorts, quite short, making my legs look almost as long as henna.

I was wearing a corduroy purplish-red women's tank top; because it was so tight, I felt I didn't need a bra, since my breasts were quite firm and perky. The tank top already had some support for the breasts. I jumped a few times, and my chest didn't bounce around too much, which I was satisfied with. I really dislike those suspender bras designed for women; they try so hard to lift the breasts, making them very uncomfortable.

Heina teased, "Hehe, be careful to protect your lace, don't let the bullets hit you!" "Get lost! Shameless! Will bullets hit your genitals?"

"Hard to say, why don't you wear a bra? Are you showing off your breasts to get shot?" "Your mouth is so sharp! Does wearing a bra mean bullets can't penetrate you?" Heina has always loved to tease me since we were little, but she's actually very good to me. I ask her for advice on any difficult questions, especially girls' secrets. At this moment, I remembered another question: "Heina, what does it feel like to be hit in the breast by a bullet?"

"Pain! It's like dying! If you're hit in the chest, you won't die?"

"I know, but... wouldn't it be... very uncomfortable?" I asked this question because I was once hit in the breast by a soccer ball on the field, causing a strange discomfort and pain, and that feeling was really unpleasant.

"I've never been hit, how would I know? But medically speaking, the consequences of a bullet to the chest are the same for both men and women. If the heart isn't damaged, pneumothorax will occur, leading to shortness of breath, vomiting blood, and then suffocation. If the heart is damaged, the process is shorter, and death is quicker. Girls are slightly different because their breasts might absorb some of the bullet's impact, so the damage to the heart isn't as severe, and the suffering might last a little longer than for boys. Plus, girls are naturally more pain-tolerant and have a stronger will to live than boys, so they die more slowly. So, if you want to kill me, it's best to volley bullets into my chest; one painful moment, and I'll die instantly, quickly and without so much suffering. Someone like Dai Mei would be in a terrible situation." Mentioning Dai Mei, Hai Na's eyes reddened.

After a while, her friends arrived. Kai Ling was wearing a school team t-shirt, loosely tucked into a red denim shorts belt, her hair tied back with a yellow ribbon, her small ponytail bouncing. Cindy was wearing orange Miki women's shorts and a dark t-shirt. Rosie's black hair was loose, tied back with a purple ribbon; she wore a short-sleeved sweatshirt, culottes, and dark tights. Winnie had two thin braids and wore a shirt and a short-sleeved sundress.

Everyone stared at her: "Hey, Winnie, going dancing? I told you not to wear a skirt!" "It's special today! I'm all covered up, shorts look awful!" Winnie said helplessly, adjusting her sundress.

"Okay, stop talking." Heina, being the older sister, put her arm around Winnie's shoulder: "Is it tough? Maybe you shouldn't go tonight."

"It's okay, it's just that the domestic sanitary napkins are too loose."

"Try mine." Heina gave her a pack of Always Little Wings: "These are for young women, don't buy the adult kind next time."

"You're so kind!" Winnie gratefully hugged Heina and went to the bathroom.

**********************************

A lonely moon hung in the night sky, its pale light scattering across the ground through the thin mist. The slightly salty fog enveloped us like a soft veil, incredibly romantic. Apart from the chirping of insects and the faint music from the Serbian soldiers in the barracks, we heard nothing else. We quickly took our positions. I wasn't as nervous as before; after all, I had combat experience.

In the dim yellow light of the streetlights, Serbian soldiers in their faded, leaf-colored uniforms emerged from the fog. One, two, three… I aimed at the one in front, about to pull the trigger… Wait! More! One, two, three… Good heavens, how could this be? There were twenty of them! They weren't in formation, but cautiously approaching in skirmish lines! Should I shoot? Could I handle so many of them alone?

But they were getting close to Rozi; hopefully, she wouldn't shoot. Let's run back to the priest's quarters together; together, we'd be stronger! I really regret not bringing a communication device!

Rosie and Winnie had no idea how many Serbian soldiers had come out!

Rosie was an ordinary young woman. There weren't many girls with black hair at our school, and since Rosie was in my class, we naturally became good friends. Rosie wasn't as pretty as me; she had a few freckles, but her figure was just as athletic as mine. I loved taking pictures with her because it made me look prettier. Rosie did

n't care at all and proudly showed them off to everyone: "Isn't my friend pretty?" Her family were Muslim, but she had a surname that sounded Jewish. She was the smartest student in the class and my tutor; when I didn't understand something, I got the answer from her faster than from the teacher. Rosie wasn't very active; she had such a great figure because I dragged her to exercise—to the gym, to the swimming pool.

After the war, we couldn't run in the streets anymore, but I still dragged her to the indoor swimming pool. When we first became good friends, she was worried about her flat chest, but after exercising for a while, and having Haina alter her t-shirt to narrow her waist, hey, her small breasts quickly swelled up like mushrooms in spring!

A burst of gunfire rang out, one Serbian soldier fell, and the others immediately lay down.

"Roche! Why did you shoot?!" On the other side, Winnie's gunfire also rang out. She didn't see how many Serbian soldiers there were, and she hit one as well. Some of the lying Serbian soldiers returned fire, while others jumped up and rushed towards Roche.

I saw Roche in danger, and she fired a burst at the Serbian soldiers, taking down one, then another. A machine gun opened fire in my direction, preventing me from showing my head.

But through the peephole, I saw Roche stand up and desperately fire at the machine gun. The machine gun fell silent, and a searchlight in the yard illuminated Roche's area. I saw a few splatters of blood on Roche's firm, slightly protruding chest. "Ouch!" Rosie screamed.

I almost cried out too, "Rosie! Rosie's been shot!" She stiffened, clutched her chest, staggered back two steps, bent backward in a graceful arc, dropped her gun, her legs gave way, she knelt, and then collapsed to the ground. Ah! My heart sank, my spirits plummeted. Rosie was dead! How could this be!

The Serbian soldiers surrounded her. No, I had to warn Haina and the others; we'd been tricked, they were prepared! I immediately ran towards the east building, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw several Serbian soldiers in the corridor! I immediately turned back, lifted the wooden planks, and went downstairs. The Serbian soldiers ran over my head, not finding me. A burst of gunfire erupted from the east building; Haina, Cindy, and Kelly had all encountered the Serbian soldiers.

I ran towards Winnie.

Winnie was a charming and shy girl. She was my neighbor; both her parents were doctors, and we'd played together since we were little. Although Winnie was petite, she knew more about sex than anyone else. Once, a few of us were having a pajama party in the attic. As we talked, the conversation drifted to something embarrassing.

"Do you know how babies come about?" she asked with a charming smile.

"They're delivered by cranes, right?" Cindy said.

"I know," Karen said, "Boys and girls sleep together, and they have babies!" Roger tossed his hair: "No, you have to grow up, get married, and then have sex to have children!" Being a clever girl, she knew quite a bit.

"What is love?" Winnie pressed on.

"How embarrassing! Who knows!" I felt my face turn red.

"Let me tell you, when a boy has sex..."

"Really??" Although we'd all taken sex education classes, the teacher never really paid attention to the chapter on the reproductive system, and we were too embarrassed to listen carefully. None of us knew what happened between men and women.

Then, Winnie started talking to us about foreplay, lubrication, the G-spot, and orgasms—all those mysterious, distant, yet heart-pounding and face-burning topics.

"Do you know where the clitoris is?"

We'd all learned the term, but never connected it to our own bodies. Winnie asked us all to take off our underwear. Although we were all girls, we were still girls, and everyone was shy. But Winnie boldly took off her underwear and spread her legs.

Her genitals were covered by a dense layer of brown pubic hair. She used her fingers to separate her labia: "This is it."

We imitated her, exploring. Growing up, we'd never explored our own genitals before, never cared about their structure. This time, we finally understood a little.

"Don't touch it too often. It'll feel good, and then you'll get addicted. After you get married, you won't enjoy sex anymore!" Winnie warned.

I turned around and accidentally noticed that Rosie's pubic hair was also black, just like mine, but much thicker and longer. After that night, we were all even closer.

I ran to the hidden door next to the gymnastics room and froze. The gymnastics room was brightly lit, and inside was a group of Serbian soldiers. Winnie was bound hand-to-hand to the uneven bars. Her pointed, protruding breasts heaved. A bearded man leered and reached out to grope Winnie's breasts.

Winnie screamed and cursed, suddenly kicking him in the groin. The bearded man cried out in pain and squatted down. Another Serbian soldier immediately spread Winnie's legs and tied them together. The bearded man grinned and lifted Winnie's skirt.

"No!" I closed my eyes in anguish.

Her stockings were ripped off, revealing Winnie's dazzlingly white legs. She was wearing pink panties, the crotch bulging. The

bearded man's hand moved up her legs, and Winnie struggled and screamed desperately. I knew that if I jumped out, my fate would be the same. The bearded man's hand touched Winnie's crotch: "Damn it!" This filthy man had discovered my secret.

He stepped back, spoke to some Serbian soldiers, and then they all burst into laughter.

The bearded man squatted on the ground, another Serbian soldier lifted Winnie's skirt, and the bearded man aimed his gun at Winnie's groin.

"My God! They actually did this!" I was stunned, unable to believe my eyes!

Winnie understood what they were going to do. She tilted her head back, bit her lip, and closed her eyes.

I silently cried out, "Winnie! Struggle! Why aren't you moving? Why are you standing there letting them shoot you in the groin? Winnie!"

But Winnie didn't move, didn't struggle.

"Bang! Bang!" The gunshot rang out!

"Ouch! Oh my god!" Winnie screamed. The bullet pierced her genitals, and a burst of blood erupted from Winnie's pink panties, flowing down her long, white legs. A lot of blood gushed out; I knew what kind of blood it was. It had exploded!

Winnie struggled, writhing, when suddenly a strange expression appeared on her face—a mixture of pain and pleasure. She struggled and convulsed in shame until her legs stopped writhing and stiffened.

I trembled, unable to believe that my two best friends had died before my eyes. Tears blurred my vision, and I forced back sobs, firing a burst of bullets through the door at the beasts, taking down several Serbian soldiers, including the bearded man, before fleeing to the south building in the chaos.

In the south building's corridor, I finally met Karen and Cindy, both panting heavily.

Cindy exclaimed angrily, "Damn it! The east building is full of Serbian soldiers! We're surrounded!" I heard gunfire still coming from the east building. "Where's Heina?"

"She's trapped in the priest's room!"

I breathed a sigh of relief; if she couldn't hold out, she could retreat first.

"Where are Olivia, Winnie, and Rozelle?"

"Dead, they're all dead! It's terrible!" My tears flowed again.

Both girls cried.

The gunfire in the east building suddenly stopped. Had Haina retreated or been killed?

"What do we do?" Karen and Cindy both looked at me.

"We have to fight to the last bullet! We can't let them capture us alive! The humiliation would be unimaginable," I said through gritted teeth.

We found a spot in the laboratory next to the toilet in the south building. Each of us could lean against a stone pillar and fire outwards to control the corridor. Karen had told me there were at least two or three hundred Serbian soldiers!

We nervously watched the corridor, and finally, Serbian soldiers appeared at the stairwell. We fired three shots simultaneously, taking down two. The rest retreated. Suddenly, a large group of Serbian soldiers appeared behind us, rushing towards the door. I fired as I retreated into the laboratory.

Karen and Cindy were a step too late. They held the door shut, shouting, "Jump out the window!" I leaped down, landing in the bushes below. The instant I jumped, I heard the door collapse, and Karen and Cindy fell into the hands of the Serbian soldiers.

**********************************

Among my friends, Cindy is quite special. She has long, straight blonde hair. While other blonde girls have loose, curly hair, hers cascades down like a small waterfall. Cindy loves to dream. She often fantasizes about being a little princess, waiting for her prince charming to rescue her.

She's the youngest girl in her family, and she's very charming and pretty, with bright, sparkling eyes, a delicate nose, and two dimples that appear when she smiles, making her a pampered girl. Her two older brothers indulge and spoil her.

Cindy is most concerned about dating. She doesn't have a steady boyfriend, but she often discusses with me what it feels like to be with boys.

"What does it feel like when a boy kisses your lips?" She's timid and would never let a boy kiss her on the lips.

"How would I know?" I don't have a boyfriend myself.

"Ask your sister?" Cindy said cautiously.

Of course, I was also very curious. After asking my sister that day, Cindy excitedly hid in the attic with me, listening to me describe every word of a girl's kissing experience, completely captivated.

"I really want to know what that kind of impulse and pleasure feels like!" she finally said.

"Then hurry up and find a boyfriend to try it out!" I picked up her long hair and brushed it against her pretty face.

The bright lights illuminated the small playground as if it were daytime. Sai Jun tied Kailin and Cindy's hands behind their backs and forced them onto a wooden platform with a paint rack.

"We'll release you if you call your accomplices out to surrender!" an officer said smugly.

"We have no accomplices, kill us!" Karen and Cindy screamed and cursed.

"Haha, not so easy!" Two Serbian soldiers stepped forward, one grabbing Karen, the other Cindy, and reached out to grope their breasts. They struggled desperately. Suddenly, one of the Serbian soldiers holding Cindy cried out and fell backward. Cindy had stabbed him in the stomach with a hidden knife.

The Serbian soldiers stopped, pointing two guns at Karen and Cindy, who clung to each other.

"Cindy, don't look at me when I'm shot, okay?"

"Karen, don't say that!" Cindy cried uncontrollably.

"Ready...fire!"

"Bang! Bang bang!" The gunshot rang out.

"Ouch! Mommy!" The scream came from Cindy.

Poor Cindy! Our precious girl! Alas, could she endure such pain and shame? Two streams of blood gushed from her bulging breasts, and then another red flower sprayed from the crotch of her shorts.

She convulsed, one hand covering her genitals, the other her breasts, her mouth open, swaying from side to side a few times, bending her legs, and slowly, with great difficulty, collapsed; Cindy lay there on her side, her long blonde hair draped over her face, her legs still kicking.

Oh, Karin, why didn't you look at Cindy? If you had, you would have known where those perverted Serbian soldiers were shooting at her! Why did you wear denim shorts? Before I could finish thinking, the damn gunshot rang out again.

"Ouch! You'll die a horrible death! Shooting a girl here!" Karin let out her last scream. My best friend, the beautiful Karin, had finally been shot! A red light tore open the bulging crotch of her denim shorts, spraying out a flower of blood that flowed down Karin's slender thighs.

Karen convulsed, covering her genitals with both hands, blood continuing to flow from between her fingers. She lay on her back, brows furrowed, mouth agape, staggering back a few steps until she pressed herself against the wall.

"Bang!" Karen's body jolted, and a jet of blood spurted from her high, full left breast.

She reached out a hand to cover her breast, convulsing and bending backward, her body limp, unwillingly collapsing! She kicked a few times, then her body stiffened and she lay still.

Karen! Cindy! I wanted to shout, but no sound came out. I could only hold back my tears and quietly climb the stairs to the east wing.

**********************************

I came up from the storage room inside the women's restroom in the east wing, and someone suddenly hugged me.

"Hina!" I exclaimed, both surprised and delighted. We embraced and wept bitterly.

"Henna, why haven't you retreated yet?"

"The priest's quarters are full of Serbian soldiers, there's no way out! I've run out of bullets, and it was only with great difficulty that I managed to retreat here. If you all come and concentrate your fire, we might be able to break through."

"They won't come, they're all dead!" I cried.

Henna listened with tears in her eyes as I recounted what had happened. She said, "Olivia, one of us has to break through. I'll lure the Serbian soldiers away from the priest's quarters, and you can use that opportunity to escape!" "No, I can't leave you!" I hugged my sister tightly. "

Listen to me, I brought you here, I can't go back. How can I face Karen, Cindy Winnie, and Rozelle's parents? My dear sister, don't forget to avenge me!" After saying this, Henna picked up her pistol, loaded it with the magazine I had given her, and rushed out.

She ran down the corridor to the priest's quarters and fired inside. Then she ran desperately down the corridor. I seized the opportunity to rush out and saw all the Serbian soldiers chasing after Henna, so I dashed into the priest's quarters.

Hena is my complete encyclopedia of childhood life. She's a wonderful older sister. I ask her for help with all my childhood problems and doubts, never even asking my mother. Karen's relationship with her sister isn't as close as mine with Hena. Partly because I'm not as inquisitive about my sister's secrets as Karen, and partly because Hena shares everything with me, including her first kiss with her boyfriend. She's a very thoughtful and caring girl.

Hena is most proud of her breasts. From the very beginning of puberty, I shared every feeling and change with her. When my breasts started to develop, I often compared them to hers, hoping to have an enviable bust shape like hers. Hena takes great care of her breasts, frequently applying breast cream to make them smoother and doing breast exercises to make them firmer.

She uses different bras at each stage of breast development to ensure her breasts receive the most appropriate protection. Under her influence, I also became particular about wearing different bras, and like her, I started wearing small halter-neck bras from the age of 12, even before most girls wore bras.

Haina ran swiftly under the searchlights. She usually ran very fast, but today her steps were a little unsteady. I remembered she was menstruating; I shouldn't have let her distract the Sai army.

Haina was finally caught at the end of the corridor. She pressed herself against the wall, her chest heaving violently. Just as she raised her pistol, a burst of gunfire rang out. Several jets of blood gushed from Haina's proud, high, full breasts.

"Ouch!" she cried out in a final cry, her arms outstretched, pressed against the wall, biting her lip, raising her head, thrusting her chest high, her whole body curving into a captivating young woman's silhouette. She stood there motionless, pressed against the wall, enduring the pain of not falling. After a while, her body stiffened, and crimson blood stained her chest.

She convulsed, her body went limp, her long legs bent, and she slowly collapsed against the wall… The Serbian soldiers surrounded her.

**********************************

I opened the storage room door. Now I was alone. As long as I went down the stairs, walked through the storage room, and locked the door, I would be free.

I had only gone down two steps when the storage room light came on, and a Serbian officer stood below.

I froze, unable to move. Our eyes met; he was a young and handsome officer. He slowly reached for his gun. The dark muzzle didn't frighten me outwardly, but inside I felt a surge of panic, pain, and regret. It was finally my turn!

My six years of life as a young woman flashed before my eyes. Ah! I was about to be shot dead! I didn't want to die! I pressed myself against the wall, my hands gripping the wallpaper tightly.

The gunshot wasn't loud. I only felt a throbbing, hot sensation on my right nipple, which had been rubbing against my pink tank top, followed by a twisting, excruciating pain—different from the feeling of a soccer ball hitting my breast. A surge of hot, sensual fluid shot straight to my groin. I couldn't help but scream, "Ouch!" My left hand involuntarily covered my right breast. I could feel my soft, yielding breast; I had never pressed my breast so tightly before!

A hot, sticky liquid—my blood—gushed from between my fingers. I felt a salty taste in my mouth; I was vomiting blood. My throat felt constricted, making it hard to breathe. I opened my mouth wide, struggling to get air in. I didn't feel pain, only numbness in my right breast. Was this what it felt like to be shot in the breast?

The officer raised his gun again, this time aiming it at the bottom of my denim shorts zipper—my new lace panties, the most private and shameful place a girl should be in! Why shoot me there?! My young life has finally ended in shame.

"Ouch! You're disgusting! No! Don't hit me there!" I cried out in despair, but no sound came out. I lifted my head and shook it, my long black hair brushing against my face. I closed my eyes in shame, biting my lip, waiting for the most shameful moment.
The gun fired again. "You can even shoot a girl in the urethra!" I screamed, both ashamed and angry, but only a muffled sound came out.
I felt a hard slam into the crotch of my denim shorts, and it burst open. A heat shot through my urethra, and my entire lower body shuddered. A gush of hot fluid "plop!" gushed out, and the urine suddenly became uncontrollable, all of it leaking out!
My right hand immediately covered my genitals tightly. That hot, slightly painful, and shameful feeling only lasted for a moment. Suddenly, the feeling changed, transforming into a hard-to-describe, sexually arousing pleasure that only young women can experience.
First, it felt like an urgent need to urinate, then like several small hands gently scratching, a tingling, shy, and weak sensation slowly rising, making me want to hug something. Erotic thoughts arose, my temperament changed slightly, and I couldn't help but groan.
I finally understood what my friends meant when young women were shot in the genitals! No wonder Winnie didn't struggle at all, letting the bullet easily pierce her genitals; no wonder her expression was so strange when she struggled after being shot! She knew this feeling was coming!
The pleasurable waves surged through my body, growing ever stronger, and I was incredibly ashamed.
"Ah! Almost at the most pleasurable moment!" My legs stiffened, and suddenly my whole body tensed with an intensely pleasurable sensation, a giant wave of pleasure engulfing me. My whole body trembled and convulsed, each convulsion releasing a burst of pleasurable molecules that rushed through my body. The sweet, hot sensation made my face flush red, and tears streamed down
my face. As the final wave of pleasure surged forth, everything went black. My legs went limp, and I collapsed, rolling down the stairs. I struggled with my dying kicks, one, two, three… Suddenly, my throat tightened, my whole body stiffened, and "Gulp… Ah!…" I exhaled my last breath, and then I knew nothing more.
My eyes were closed, but I could see myself lying on my side on the ground. The officer turned me over, so I was on my back, a faint, shy smile still lingering on my lips. Only he and I knew how he had ended my dreamlike, youthful years. He began to remove my tank top, denim shorts, stockings, and my new lace panties.
I still loved my body deeply, but it was dead, no longer mine. The officer stared at my naked body for a long time. I felt no shame, nor did I ever need to!

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/143440.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=143440&aspx=1

Previous Page : Very tempting incest

Next Page : Sexy Prey: Beautiful Secretary Zhiqing

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

A foggy summer night

comment Open a new window to view comments