SENTRY REMOVAL

Mixed killings     * author’s note- I started this piece because of a drawing I found but once I got into it I found it was     not as rich a vein as I had hoped. I’m not entirely pleased with it but here it is. 1212

    It was almost too easy. She never heard a thing. The thin cord slipped over her head and as I pulled it tight a twisted so I was holding her body over my shoulder like a sack of coal. her naked body writhed against mine as she strangled. Her heels kicked against the back of my legs. I could hear her gurgles as she tried to release herself from my deadly embrace but I had her. Once she stopped struggling I waited another minute before lowering her to the ground. It was too dark to see if she still had any signs of life and it was important that she never raise the alarm so I removed the cord from the groove in her neck and with a single cut opened her throat. The way was open and her sisters would pay the price for her inattention. 

    Judith was a good sentry and she took her duties seriously but she never stood a chance. Her leaders had decided to place her and the other sentries behind fires. Her night vision was ruined by the flickering flames and she never noticed the shadow that slipped between her fire and the one of the next sentry. The crackle of the dry pitch laden wood covered up the small sounds behind her. A hand suddenly covered her eyes and a knife plunged into her back. Her left kidney was sliced in half. Another stab ruined her right one. The now bloody hand with its sharp knife reached around her naked body. One more time the steel entered just under her ribs but this time it was her heart that felt the edge. Judith’s body was first frozen by the shock of the attack and then by the pain. By the time she was carefully laid on the ground she was dead but the killer plunged the knife into her right eye just to be sure. To either side a similar play was unfolding as Judith’s friends and sisters were also killed. Once more the mercenary outfit known as the Spooks had struck. The battle and the war was already lost and before dawn Judith’s shade would have lots of company.

   The brush was not that thick and was wet so I had little trouble getting into position. Once I had spotted the naked woman on sentry I waited until I had discerned the limits of her movements. Still I waited until a heard the distant horn sound. I moved to where I would have a clear shot when the time came and only then did I load the bolt into my already cocked crossbow. A second call from the horn was the final warning. I took aim and followed her movements. By the time the sound of the third call had faded the arrow was on its way and I was up and following it. Something had warned her but it was too late. She had just started to turn toward me when the point entered her body. The sharp steel broadhead missed her heart, instead it sliced through her back just to the left of her spine and exited through her right breast. Still she went down and I was on her before she could even scream. I saw her eyes grow huge as my war hatchet came down. I struck her so hard I almost severed her head and the haft of the hatchet broke under the impact. No matter I would not need it again. Form each side came the soft birdcalls that signaled success. My comrades had completed their missions as well. Within a minute I was being passed by the troops that would give the camp a very nasty wakeup call. 

    I had somehow managed to escape the camp but I had avoided the various guards and sentries between myself and freedom. That is all but the last. She was right by the river I would have to swim and there was no way past her. Since I would already be killed if caught and surely would be missed in the morning one of us would die tonight. I too was naked but unlike her I had no weapons save my body, I thought about how to use it and hoped it would be enough. I took a hiding spot behind a large tree that marked the limit of her beat and waited. Once she stopped too far away and the second time she was looking the wrong way. Three times is the charm, as she turned I kicked the side of her knee and as she went down I struck her head with the rock in my fist. A second blow stunned her but I lost the rock. Somehow we ended up with my body laying on top of hers and between her legs. Its funny, there we were fighting for our lives and it must have looked like we were screwing. She was not a big woman and was kind of young as well. I managed to get my hands around her throat and started squeezing.  She fought back as best she could but I had already injured her enough to ensure my victory. Still it took a while. As her movements weakened I became aware of the nude body under mine, the hard tits against my chest, the friction of our private parts against each other. Then it happened, I felt myself slide into her. My hips took over and I began to forcefully fuck her dying body. My hands strangled her while my hips raped her. Her hands beat weakly against my back but there was nothing she could do. I was a man possessed and had superhuman powers over her. She finally went into her death throes. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her hands dropped to the ground and her body started shaking. I gloried in it all. I fucked even harder and faster. As she died I expended my lust into her belly and for a few seconds we were still together. But I was the only one to arise from that deadly embrace. I went to her piled equipment and stole anything that might help me. Then I went into the river and pulled her corpse in behind me. With luck her body would never be found and I sure as hell was not going to tell them.  
    
    I spotted her finally. She was leaning against a tree and was all but hidden by its lower branches. It was a good spot for a sentry but it had a price. The same foliage that hid her so well also blocked her vision and allowed me to get within range. It took longer than I liked but there was nothing to be done about it. Maybe the extra time it took was a gift from some kindly god to me though. Just about the time I was getting into position to shoot her she had a visit from the sergeant of the guard. A couple of minutes later and she would have found her guard pinned to the tree and the whole plan would have been screwed. So I watched and waited. After several minutes both my target and myself grew confident that the sarge would not be back for a while. She relaxed and I slid my short horse bow into position. She heard the soft twang as I fired but the arrow crossed the short distance before she could react to the noise. The arrow took her at the base of her throat and pinned her to the trunk. Her hands were still trying to free herself when my knife plunged into the soft flesh under her ribs and angled upward into her heart. A shudder and a gush of blood and she was no longer a threat. I cut off her nipples to add to my collection and signaled that the way was open.