The rape of the young warrior girl.
Act III of an erotic tale taking place during an hypothetical civil war.



jeune fille warrior
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- She was a young women like you.

jeune fille warrior
I look at her lengthily while she coiled herself. I imprison her in my arms and I stay silent. I recall the young warrior girl and I embrace her strongly as to break her. She groan, she asks for still more of that.

- Fuck me now, fuck me before it is too late.

She squeezes me up, she hides her nose in my mouth, little hind all offered and ready to give life more than death; I am temporarily comforted in my attributes of male and my prick start cramping and slipping over her smooth belly. But my mind is elsewhere.

"She had coldly killed three of our men and how many others, I hardly dare to imagine it. I look at you and I see you, it is as if I saw her face again, and that frightens me. I wonder how many men you subdued like that, with your weapons which serves you as well as a Kalachnikov?

- She was a soldier, man or women, what difference it is, if she had to kill? You understand now, there is no difference between man and women.

"They wanted her skin. I protected her from the others, I called upon a certain convention of Geneva that nobody respected anyway, I would have prefered to make her captive."

- Idiot, you will not impose to us to take back this fuck'n'whore. She is wounded, she will never stay on her legs. You're really dump.

"I was idiot, it was true. Or, I was simply unable to kill her. If she had been a man, I would have shot her down with my own hands. You see very well that there is a difference between man and woman. I would prefer not to have a women-soldier in front of my rifle."



- She would have never hesitate to kill you and you know it.

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"She begged us to kill her. We discussed sharply, in front of her, without any embarrassment; was it necessary to let her die right there or to kill her in cold blood, she begged us to finish her. I thought of all those she kills with her own hands, my companions of fight, my friends, and courage came back to me, I decided I would be the one who will put an end to her days. I convinced my companions to leave, I would be at her sides, all the time, necessary to kill her in cold blood."

- You did not kill her? You would not be here, caressing my skin; you would be shameful to make love to me; did you kill this defenceless Indian woman?

jeune fille warrior
"I stayed there, for long hours, from night until early morning, a time which appeared interminable to me. We spoke about war, this war which belonged to others more than to us and from which, we were only the instruments."

"All that night, I stayed at her sides. She begged me to kill her. I could not manage to press the trigger. We spoke, we discussed, we confronted our convictions, I could feel the deepness of her convictions and the weakness of my own. She believed she was defending a just cause, but was she just the unconscious instrument of another cause? She recognized in me the adventurer who fights for another reason than the cause he defends."

"She was laying there, under my body, defenceless and yet triumphant. I could see fragments of her coppered flesh through her torn military clothing spoiled by her own blood. Her blood slowly ran out around the wounds of her body. She fixed me with her piercing glance, proud, she had the arrogance of someone who never surrender; in her defeat, she was victorious more than defeated.

"She was beautiful and triumphant, I had a sudden desire to take her in my arms and to make love to her."

I feel she is pushing me back vigorously, I loosen the pressure for a moment, she looks at me with a pitiful glance. She is jealous and so fragile, I embrace her again and she lets herself go; she is as fragile as a small trapped animal, she lets herself rape again. And my spirit, like my fingers, travels again over her denuded body.

soldat et warrior
"Blood coagulated around her wounds. Without reason and against any logic, since I had decided to kill her, I was going to bandage her wounds. With my hunter's knife, I cut out her clothing, I released her small nipples, they showed up to me like loots of war; I stripped her body down to the birth of her thighs, I released her vagina, it was half opened and blood already run out from it, moistening the lips of her vulva, it was not a wound of war."

"I gently slipped my hands on her wounded flesh, affecting to bandage her wounds, it was to caress her. My fingers were agitated on the tended springs of her small nipples, I surveyed her belly, her thighs and her buttocks, then my fingers slipped furtively on the lips of her vulva, wet and viscous; they penetrated gently, she opened herself submissively, they penetrated deeply, they lost themselves in the mud of her vaginal mucous membranes; I got carried away, she also got carried away, then she groaned lengthily, was this of pleasure or the suffering of someone who just had been raped?

jeune fille warrior
"She did not make any effort to prevent me from taking her. It was like if she expected that, or that I was just answering to her hidden phantasms. She was triumphant although she was seemingly conquered. Did I answer her major desires, or was I raping her, I could not say?"

"I was laying on her, she could not resist or she had not been able to push me back. She always begged me to kill her, but she let herself submissively impale. I embraced her passionately, she did not resist, she submissively agreed to let me rape her. My penis penetrated gently to the abyss of her uterus, like an assassin dagger into the flesh of an innocent victim. She let herself impale, helping herself with her wounded members, then she reached the orgasm, agitating herself with erratic spasms. I outpoured myself in her, a long river of a joyful ejaculation that made me loose consciousness."

"I suddenly heard a detonation, I woked up from my torpor, my skull had just exploded. I understood I was going to die."

"I was shocked and still, my tongue hidden in her mouth, my penis resting deeply in her belly. I was motionless, blinded, I could only hear the reverberations of the detonations hammering my painfull skull, I was dying but I did not suffer, I was going to die still deeply impaled in her womb. She was motionless. Slowly, I released myself from her embrace, I was still alive. I had painfully released my face from the cervical residues that veiled my vision. She was there, motionless, her skull burst into a pulp without any consistency. She had seized her weapon which lay beside her; she had discharged her weapon on herself while both of us, where plunge into a deep orgasm."

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"She was there, her stripped body of half naked girl soldier, she was motionless and raped. Her kalash lay at her sides, she firmly held the weapon with her left hand, her finger always pressed on the trigger; hidden in the scattered remainders of her burst skull, the barrel of the weapon still smoking; I perceived a smile on her still intact lips, a smile of irony, of satisfaction perhaps!"

Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (Translated from french, translated from french, july 2002,) © july 2002 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
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