Delia dove to the floor. Alice was choking and heaving, but she was still conscious. “Alice! Alice, are you all right? Oh, sweetheart!” Delia said, rocking her head in her arms. “I was so scared.” Delia blinked away tears as they welled up. “The doctor will be back soon, honey, then I’ll take you home.”
Alice nodded. She was crying, too. She was trying to say something but her voice was not working correctly. Delia tried to shush her but she was adamant. “Se-secure him,” she managed to get out. Delia understood and started securing leather straps to the mummy soldier’s arms. She found another set of restraining straps and secured his ankles as well.
Delia heard the whoosh of the door opening at the other end of the ward. “Doctor!” she yelled. “Doctor, come over here quickly!” Though she couldn’t see him, she heard his shoes flapping against the tile as he ran.
“Jesus, Mary! What happened to her, nurse?”
“This man attacked her,” she said, pointing to the knocked out soldier. “He was trying to strangle her.”
“Did you see it happen? Wait, why are you down here? Where are your shoes, nurse?”
“I just had a bad feeling that I needed to get down here. I came through the doors and he was on top of her with both hands.”
“Is that true, Nurse Koning?”
Alice did not speak but nodded meekly.
“My God. How were you able to stop him? Did you sedate him?”
“Not really, no. I punched him in the stomach. He blacked out from the pain.” Her eyes were daring the doctor to reprimand her.
“Well, I’m not sure what the correct response to this situation might have been. Your actions may have saved Ms. Koning, but I’m sure they will have set this man back further. However, under the circumstances, I think you did the right thing.”
Delia nodded. She really did not care if he thought she did the right thing or not. She did what she had to do to save Alice. “I’m going to take her upstairs now.” She was not asking him, she was telling him.
“Yes, yes that’s fine. I’ll watch the ward.”
Damn right you will, she thought but didn’t say.
“Why were his restraints removed?” the doctor asked Alice.
Alice’s voice was weak and it pained Delia to hear it, but she answered the doctor, “I – I was going to bathe him.”
The doctor nodded at her.
*****
Delia helped Alice up and the two of them left the young doctor to try to figure out a solution to his violent soldier problem. Delia stopped when she got Alice to the stairwell.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Alice still had tears in her eyes when she looked at Delia. “I am now. Thank God you came, Dee. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. I should have been more careful around him.”
Delia hugged her tight. “I’m so glad you are all right. I would have been lost without you.”
“How did you know? About him, I mean?”
“I’ll explain it to you another time, okay?”
“Okay. Don’t leave me alone, Dee.”
“I wasn’t going to. You’re staying with me now.” Delia led her up the stairs and to her apartment. She brought Alice to her bedroom.
“Stand here,” she told Alice, placing her next to the bed. Delia slowly stripped Alice’s clothing off. When she was nude, Delia traced her fingers over Alice’s body, covering every curve, every line. She did it slowly, savoring the feel of her skin.
“My sweet baby,” she whispered, gently caressing Alice’s neck, which had a large red ring around it. It would soon turn into an obscene bruise, but not tonight. Delia kissed Alice’s neck and collarbone softly. “I’m so relieved that you’re all right.”
Alice breathed deeply as she watched Delia undress. After peeling off her skirt and top, she slid her panties down and onto the floor. Delia was tingling with anticipation and the humming excitement was coming from between her legs, where her soft sex waited beneath blonde curls. She took Alice in her embrace.
“I want to love you, Alice.”
Alice said softly, “I kind of thought you already did?”
“Not like I’m going to love you now,” she said mischievously.
As their lips touched, Delia guided them both onto her bed. She lay Alice down on the cool sheets then slid on top of her, reveling in the hot flesh beneath her. They kissed deeply, their nerves already on end from the terrifying encounter in the hospital wing. That fear they both had experienced only seemed to charge their passion further. Delia broke away from Alice’s mouth and started softly kissing the side of her neck, where the skin was red and tender. She gently kissed Alice’s injured skin, then moved up and took her earlobe lightly between her teeth.
“I don’t really know how two girls are supposed to do this, but it feels good, doesn’t it?”
Alice giggled, although the sound was hoarse and awkward. She held a hand up over her mouth, I’m sorry, it feels amazing.” Alice gently raked her manicured nails across Delia’s back, causing the tiny hairs there to rise in excitement. Delia moved on, kissing along her neck again and then slowly over her chest.
When she reached Alice’s breasts, Delia cupped them both in her large hands and brushed her thumbs across the dark areolas. Then slowly, painfully slowly, Delia’s tongue traced a path to Alice’s nipples and she began gently sucking one, and then the other. Alice was now writhing beneath her and it felt amazing! Delia had never known this type of power and had never thought she was capable of the passion that coursed through her own body now, as Alice let out a soft moan.
“You are being very naughty, Nurse Jensen.”
Alice’s voice was weak and strained after the near-strangulation, but Delia was happy to hear the sincerity and longing in her words. She wanted to distract Alice, and herself, from what she had gone through.
“You just stay put, Nurse Koning, I’m just getting started,” Delia said with a wink, and once again began kissing Alice’s soft skin. As she did so, she let one hand slide slowly down Alice’s body – way down, where it found warm flesh that was eagerly awaiting her. Delia’s heartbeat picked up as her fingers gently felt the velvety soft area between Alice’s legs.
“So naughty.”
Chapter Twelve
Francis could have sunk deep into depression. His psyche could have slowly broken down, like the soles of his feet after marching hundreds of miles. That never happened though, because it never got the chance. The troop was moving that morning, and quickly. They were nearing an objective known only to his superior officers and they were insistent on making good time. Their troop was several hundred large and they combed through the rolling landscape like locusts.
At last they topped a large hill and looked down into what he presumed was the city of Bastogne. Francis and a dozen or so men were out front on point, as always. The man next to him pulled out a set of very long binoculars and started scanning the city in front of them. It was only a half-mile from their location, so any advance had to be very cautious. The enemy, if they were down there, had the clear advantage of being able to see any forces that may approach from all angles.
“It looks quiet to me,” the man said. He passed the binoculars to Francis who began perusing the clusters of buildings just as the other man had. He did not see any unusual activity. He was setting the binoculars down, then stopped short and brought them back up to his face and concentrated as far into the town commons as he could. There was no suspicious activity there at all. In fact, there was absolutely no activity of any sort. It was a Saturday afternoon and there should have been people in the streets, or out in their yards, something.
He set the binoculars down.
“Well,” the other soldiers said, “what do you think?”
“Tell the Lieutenant it is safe for us to advance.”
“Roger.” The soldier got on a large radio handset and relayed the information back to the troop.
A long, dark smile crept over Francis’s face. He coul
d almost smell the blood already. He wanted it. He needed it. He needed to kill. Francis motioned to the others that were out front with him.
“Let’s go back and get some grub. It’ll take them a while to get up here anyway.” The others agreed and the men headed back toward the large mass of soldiers that was steadily advancing toward them. They were at least a mile in front of the rest of them. Once they were off the hill Francis began to jog. His legs were springy and alive with excitement.
*****
Delia woke up feeling more alive than she ever had before. Her body felt so good. She rubbed her hands across her naked torso, remembering the passion of the night before.
“Good morning, baby.” Alice was watching her curiously. “You sleep well?”
Delia responded by kissing her on the mouth. “I could taste you on my lips all night. It was amazing.”
Alice smiled widely. “You still want me?”
“I more than want you.” Delia said. She let her fingers trace down Alice’s neck, where bruises in the shape of two large hands were starting to form. Delia winced a little at the sight, but tried not to let Alice see.
Alice snuggled in against Delia’s neck. Delia wondered how she had gone from being so passive only months ago to being so confident now. It was as if the bond and the passion she shared with Alice had emboldened and awakened not only the deepest parts of her libido, but had strengthened the very core of her being. She felt stronger, more alive and optimistic about a future with her new lover. Delia decided right then that she did not give a damn what the world or anyone else thought about them. She put her arms around Alice.
“Alice, I’m going to keep you, all right?”
Alice nodded. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Delia was wide open now, the protective barrier over her mind and heart had been peeled back, exposing all the raw nerves and dangerous emotions she had worked so hard to keep in check. It was Alice. When she was with her, Delia felt as if she had no boundaries, and that there was nothing that could stop them from being happy. Finally she felt free from the cave she had carved out for herself. She felt like she could be anyone she wanted.
“I have some things I need to tell you about myself,” Delia told her. “Things that might make you think I’m a little…strange.”
“Stranger than what we did last night?”
“Well, no, probably not.”
Alice laughed, and though her voice was still a little strained, it was a good sound.
“My God, Dee, I came so hard I thought I was going to pee on you!”
“Alice!” Delia gasped at her. “We are still ladies!”
“Ugh, fine. We can roll around naked together but I can’t talk about pee around you?”
“That’s right.”
Alice rolled onto her belly and propped her head up with her hands. “All right then, out with it.” With a deep kingly voice she commanded, “Delia, tell me your secrets.” Then she burst into giggles.
Delia cleared her throat. “So I’m just going to get right to it then, because there’s no real way of telling you that doesn’t sound insane. I can hear evil. Yesterday when you were attacked, I knew something was happening. That’s why I came running to find you. I could sense the malice in the air.”
Delia looked to Alice for a reaction. Alice had her head cocked just a little to the side, something she did while trying to work out a problem. She said nothing though, so Delia continued.
“I’ve heard it before, several times, actually, and it’s usually only when something really terrible is going to happen to me or around me. Here, at war, there’s always a little bit of a tremor in the air and I can usually block that out, but there are other times it fills me so completely I cannot shut it away.”
“What does it sound like?”
“Whispers, sometimes. Other times it sounds like water rushing through a stream, or waves crashing. Sometimes it howls like wind inside my head. It’s not something I ask for or anything, and I can’t get rid of it. I don’t want you to think I am crazy.”
Alice’s head was still cocked to the side, trying to work through things. After a moment she nodded. “Okay. I don’t exactly understand, but I don’t need to. If this means you’ll be able to come to my rescue again someday, then I’m fine with that.”
“Really? Do you still want to be with me?”
Alice inched up to her a little more, and kissed her gently on the mouth. “I’m all yours.”
“Then I’ll always come to your rescue,” Delia said with a smile.
*****
The Germans did not attack until they were off the hill and entering the lowlands surrounding the city. Francis knew it was coming. He was waiting eagerly for the attack, in fact. The hundreds of American and British soldiers were pouring into the depression just outside the city when .50-caliber fire rained down on them from the rooftops above.
Blood and chaos ensued. Soldiers were literally cut in half by the large caliber rounds that were sizzling through the air all around them. All order broke down and the men deserted their positions as they ran for shelter in the city. More German soldiers were there to meet them. They had silently watched the American advance, so they knew exactly how many were coming, from what direction, and where the commanding officers were.
Francis briefly heard the same young Lieutenant who had clocked him with the rifle barrel shouting an order before a shell exploded through his head. He remained standing for just a moment, then fell to a heap on the ground. Francis sprinted ahead and entered the city with the first few dozen Americans. They were being slaughtered. Nazi soldiers were camped out in the buildings at street level, waiting to mow them down as the came running to escape from the .50-cals.
The soldiers around him looked terrified. They were panicking. They had been caught so off-guard that even these men who had marched with him for months in enemy territory were acting like grunts just out of boot camp. Francis reached a doorway to a small shop and burst through.
There were two German soldiers with rifles aimed out the windows only a few feet from him. He grabbed one by the back of the coat and drove his knife into his chest. As the man dropped to the ground, Francis drew his sidearm and put two bullets in the Nazi next to him, who had only just realized they had been found out. Satisfied with his work there, Francis ventured back out into the firefight, looking for his next victims.
It did not take long. A small detachment of German soldiers came running up the side street to his left. Perfect timing, he thought. Francis dropped to one knee, raised his rifle and fired off six shots in quick succession. Four of the soldiers went down. Francis dropped the rifle and pulled out the KA-BAR.
The last advancing soldier was firing at him, but Francis knew it was nearly impossible to shoot accurately while running. Francis heaved the great knife through the air. In a split second the foot-long weapon had crossed the distance between them and found a home in the young Nazi’s neck. He fell to the ground on his knees, gurgling out an incoherent prayer.
He was just getting warmed up. Soldiers were running helter-skelter through the streets. Francis did not know who was winning or losing at this point and he honestly did not care. He ran over the top of American and German bodies lying in the street.
A machine gun was booming loudly in its staccato voice. The firefight had lasted five minutes now and a gray haze was creeping through the city from all of the gunpowder and explosions.
Francis ducked into another storefront that he thought was likely to house more soldiers. He was right, but the aging Nazi was already dead. It looked as if he had been shot while sniping from the window. There was another man in the shop though, behind the counter. He was a heavyset man in brown pants and a white apron and Francis realized he was in a bakery.
“So, you think it’s okay to just let these Nazis camp out in your store and shoot us when we come down the road?” he asked the frightened man.
The man said nothing but shook his head franticall
y.
“No, you don’t think that’s okay? Then why was he in here, huh?” Francis started to advance on the fat baker. His round body and face reminded him of his brother. Even the sunken black beads of his eyes were like Larry’s.
The baker backed up until he was against the wall.
“Non, non Monsieur. Je n'ai pas les aider. Je n'ai pas le choix, s'il vous plaît monsieur, je veux seulement la paix.”
“Gobbledygook, “ Francis replied with a nasty sneer on his face. He reached the counter that separated him from the baker. “I think you like seeing us Americans die. You think it’s good sport, don’t you?”
The baker glanced behind him. There was a stairwell just a few feet away.
“No,” Francis said, as he palmed the hilt of his knife. “You’ll never make it.”
The man ran for the stairwell, but Francis was just too fast. He deftly jumped the low serving counter while pulling the KA-BAR from its sheath. The baker had made it to the first of the stairs when Francis leapt on top of him and sank the knife down between his shoulder blades. The man shuddered and fell beneath Francis onto the stairs.
Francis was grinning manically now, his thirst for violence finally beginning to feel sated. He heard a creak above him and snapped to attention, pulling the knife out of the fat baker, ready to spring on whoever approached from above. As he looked up, he saw that standing at the top of the stairs, trembling in a plaid dress was a young, brown-haired girl. Her lips were quivering and her eyes watered.
Francis leapt up the stairs two at a time. The girl tried to run, but he caught her easily. He grabbed the girl by the back of the neck and slammed her into the wall of the stairwell to his left. She cried out once then was silent as Francis whipped up her skirt then tore away the white panties she wore. As the fabric ripped off her pale body, Francis was filed with lust at the sight of her tiny buttocks. He held her in place with one hand and with the other he made to unbutton his pants. He had only gotten the top button released then suddenly stopped.
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