Message-ID: <14926eli$9809011510@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Loch Raveena" Subject: NEW: "Apocalypse" (m/f/war) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980831001553.4952.qmail@hotmail.com> "APOCALYPSE" by Loch Raveena He told her he would be alright when he left her. She would be safe in the shelter while the men went off to fight. The enemy had advanced on the city, but resistance was strong. I love you, she said, as he turned and walked off with his group. She watched him until he and his group faded into the darkness that seemed to shroud the city in a blanket of pending doom. The other girls tried to comfort her, but the booming of bombs and crackle of gunfire grew ever closer. Suddenly the lights went out and smoke filled the shelter. The walls rattled and parts of the ceiling crumbled around them. There was screaming and running, and Jennifer found herself on the run. Chaos, gunfire, orders being shouted. She rounded a street corner and saw young soldiers in jungle uniforms and their faces painted black. They fired at targets at the other end of the street. Karen couldn't see what they were shooting at, but then a young man ran out into the middle of the street and tried to throw something at the soldiers. He got so close - just a few feet from where Karen was hidden around the corner from the soldiers. A single shot ran out and the boy was thrown backwards while in the middle of his run. The object he had been carrying landed near the soldiers. Flames suddenly engulfed the spot where it had hit - but not close enough to the soldiers to phase them. The boy had landed on his back and is body jerked violently. His body arched and then went still, his eyes staring up at the black sky. His body twitched twice suddenly before going still again. The soldiers didn't see Karen, and after a few minutes, they inspected the body and moved on. Karen approached the dead boy and looked at him. She was entranced by his delicate features. His lips were parted and blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth. His eyes were dark brown, his hair almost jet black. His clothes were tattered and the violent nature of his death had crumpled his t-shirt up to his chest, exposing his slender stomach and middle. The kid - no, he was not a kid she saw, rather a man in his early to mid twenties - had a tiny blue hole in his stomach just to the left of his protruding navel. It was surprisingly a small hole, she noted, for the bullet to abrutly fling him backwards in the middle of his graceful stride like it did. She became hypnotised by the sight - so beautiful the guy looked in death. His delicate almost feminine face held an expression of genuine surprise. Her eyes fell on his, and she gazed into them. All sounds and activity of the chaotic city around her faded into nothinness as she lost herself in his gaze. Her eyes moved down to his curved belly and found herself mesmerized by his tender protruding navel. A warmth spread throughout her that reminded her of Johnny, her lover. Just then the boy's body became that of Johnny, torn and tattered and lying in the street. "Oh" she gasped and her hand went to her mouth. Johnny! She had to find Johnny! "Johnny!" She called out his name over and over as she ran through the city's streets, her dress and hair flailing behind her. The streets were completely empty now. Karen, her colorful spring dress now torn and dirtied, wondered through the streets with hollowed eyes. Her hair was badly ruffled - she looked like a ghost. Or mad. Dead bodies were on nearly every street - all of them young rebels who had so recently spoken bravely of victory. Her Johnny was among them she knew. She had to find him. Part 2 Jennifer aimlessly rounded a corner and saw a group of bodies lying neatly in a row in the street. Soldiers were busy off-loading bodies from two trucks and stripping them. Groups of women hovered over the bodies, moaning loudly as they discovered their loved ones. Jennifer silently stepped forward. Soldiers ignored her - they had seen the harried look before. All the women here had it. Jennifer walked on, slowly. Jennifer didn't even see the well-dressed young woman standing with a microphone and speaking into a camera. She walked right past her as the woman spoke. "The government has assured us that the latest offensive was a success and are now preparing rebel casualties for mass burial" The cameraman then focused in on Jennifer. "Another woman has arrived to claim her loved one..." As Jennifer passed each corpse, she afforded them a quick glance. The staring eyes, the torn bodies - they all looked like the poor youth who was gunned down earlier in the night as she watched. The camera focused in on Jennifer as her eyes widened and her lips suddenly stiffened, then began to tremble. She threw herself down upon a young man's body. "Johnny!" she wailed. "No, Johnny, nooooo!" The camera focused in on the corpse. The man was apparently young and athletic. His eyes were wide open and staring at the black sky above. His mouth was partially open and dried blood caked the corners of his mouth. The body was naked and had two small holes in the torso - one in the sternum and the other just beneath his right nipple. The camera watched as the woman cradled the body and sobbed hysterically. She swept the boy into her arms and let his head reast on her thighs. She lifted his upper body squeezing him into her. His head then lolled, and thick fresh crimson blood poured from open mouth and nostrils. With each sob, the body trembled spilling more blood from the boy's mouth. Another woman tried to comfort her, but the woman sobbed and wailed uncontrollably. Jennifer held onto her dead Johnny like she would never let go. She lifted her head finally and laid him back down gently, examining him. His penis was erect, she saw. Inexplicably, this enthralled her. No - she musn't think such thoughts! But why was his penis erect? Strangely, she grew excited... His eyes were glazed and staring off nonchalantly - her heart raced with excitement. What was happening? She examined his belly - so smooth and young and inviting. His navel was tiny and round and cute - she never realized how cute it was when he was alive! His hairless chest was strong - she shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. What was she doing?! Oh, but how the blood poured from his mouth! She gingerly tilted his head and almost yelped with excitement as fresh crimson fluid poured down his boyish cheek, puddling on the asphalt. She lifted herself off the ground, furiously wiping the tears from her face. The newswoman spoke into the camera now, saying something about offensives and martial law. Jennifer gazed at Johnny's naked and beautiful corpse. She was growing giddy, like she was drunk! What was wrong with her? She slowly took her eyes off Johnny's body and looked at the young man lying next to him. The youth was clad only in baggy jeans, his feet bare. She looked into his face and a voice from far away deep inside spoke a name ...Kyle. Oh yes, Kyle. She remembered the long-haired hyper friend of Johnny. She never particularly like him - he acted like God's gift to women. But now he looked absolutely...angelic. His head was turned to his left, his bright blue eyes wide open and staring at Johnny's naked corpse but not seeing. How sensual, she thought! Look at them! She wrapped her arms around herself as she began to shiver with excitement. Blood flowed from Kyle's partially-opened mouth, creating a puddle next to his bare shoulder. Jennifer followed a little river of blood that flowed from the puddle towards a curbside drainage. Dozens of little streams of blood flowed towards it, she saw. Jennifer began to flush. She looked at Kyle's body. He had three bullet holes in his upper abdomen. There was no blood. Her heat pounded loudly - she wondered if anyone could hear it! She looked at his belly button. The navel protruded nearly an inch from his belly! She couldn't believe it! The excitement grew uncontrollably now, rising from her belly. Her body shuddered and she let out a deep moan as she sank to her nees. She wondered in amazement when she realized that she had just had a tremendous orgasm! "Kyle," she whispered, "Kyle honey..." She began to cradle his body, watching fresh blood pour from his mouth. She rocked him slowly and gazed at the body of her boyfriend lying beside them. She stroked Kyle's hair as she watched Johnny's eyes staring up at the sky. She then looked down at Kyle's incredibly distended belly button and touched it with her other hand. She shuddered again at it's touch. Without knowing why really, Jennifer then looked up and saw Karen - Kyle's girlfriend - staring right at her, transfixed! She was in the shelter with Jennifer earlier and had no doubt searched all night for her dear Kyle as she had done. Their eyes locked and Karen was smiling, Jennifer saw. Part 3 It has been a little more than a year since that event-filled night when the government re-claimed the city. Jennifer's memory has faded somewhat - she has trouble remembering Johnny's face sometimes and must look at the picture of him smiling that she keeps in her purse. But she'll never forget those eyes staring unblinkingly and unfocused at the night sky. There has been no one serious since Johnny, and whenever she starts to get close to someone, those glazed eyes come back just as vivid and real as though she were cradling Johnny's body at that very moment. She has become close friends with Karen. That dark night in the city remains, however, an unspoken secret horror between them. They never talk about it. In fact, it has never even been eluded to - it is simply too heavy of an incident for anyone to speak about. They remain each other's secret comfort, however. That night is something that they silently share among themselves and with no one else. No one else could possibly understand. Soon after that frightful night, Jennifer and Karen stepped forward when the Army put out a call for volunteer nurses to treat wounded and recovering soldiers. Both of their loved ones had perished in the conflict, and their ties to the movement died with them. The fact is, the movement was in disarray after that terrible blow, dubbed "Operation Night Hawk" by the government. And they both had to eat - their families were scattered and both had lost contact with their parents. Johnny's parents offered to take Jennifer in, but she couldn't live there with all of those pictures of him. She suspected it was the same for Karen. It was terrible at first seeing all of those young men suffering. She did what she could to help them, whether it be standing at their side when they were in pain and holding their hand, or changing a pillow, or just speaking with them. They were not the enemy, she soon realized. They were just as much victims as Johnny or Kyle or any of the other brave young rebels. War was just a terrible thing. Karen and her did their part to the best of their abilities. They hoped that the war and suffering would end soon, but she knew that her people must be free of tyranny for there to be any peace. About a month ago, the numbers of wounded and dead began to steadily increase. She noted that the morale of the young soldiers began to go way down. She even began to hear some of them speak sympathetically of the rebel cause and curse the government for its insistence on war. Then one night about a week ago, Karen came to Jennifer's apartment in the middle of the night to tell her that the rebels were looking for volunteers to form new units. They were taking men and women - anyone who was able-bodied. Jennifer was hesitant - after all, she had seen enough war and suffering in her lifetime. Karen, however, spoke enthusiastically about how they now had the chance to avenge the deaths of Kyle and Johnny and so many others. Reluctantly, Jennifer agreed to join with Karen. Training was supposed to last about a month - secret meetings deep in the woods or out in the country - but government intelligence learned of the increased numbers and launched a new offensive. The rebels were not a centralized bunch and so there was very little regimented training. No one doubted the determination of the new volunteers - all had known someone who was now a martyr. Training focused on weapons handling and communication. The training lasted only 2 and half weeks before they got their orders from the shadowy Citizens' Defense Committee. The new volunteers were divided up into 6-person units - small enough to be mobile and stealthy, but large enough to be lethal. Jennifer and Karen were put in the same unit with four young men. That seemed to be the basic composition - 4 men, 2 women. At first, the men were protective of them, offering to carry their equipment and always volunteering to go on point to keep the women from having to do their time in the front of a patrol. They would have none of it, however, and fought with a tenacity and sternness that the men had not expected. They were happy to have them. On a Sunday - that most routine of days when they sat around smoking cigarettes or playing cards (or, in Jennifer's case, having sex with young Giuseppe - little did she know that Karen and Steve had become very friendly with each other, also) - the order came for them to take part in a sabotage effort. They were to provide cover for a two-man sapper team that was going to sneak in and plant explosives and blow the place up. Easy enough. They moved into position around 8 pm. They were hidden in a drainage pipe just outside of the radio tower's fence. The sappers - clothed only in loin cloth so as not to cause any sound when they moved - very quietly made their way to the fence and cut through it. They were slender youths with stringy muscles. She didn't hear a sound as they worked - she would never know that they were there if she wasn't watching them. Once they got through the fence the sappers disappeared around the radio shack. One reappeared a few seconds later, heading right for us - silently. The other reappeared behind him. Suddenly, a loud bang filled the air and the boy closest to the radio tower was tossed to the ground like a rag doll. His loin cloth was ripped from his body, and the now-naked boy writhed violently on the ground. The other sapper then ran as fast as he could toward our position. He was going to make it, though Jennifer, when another shot rang out. The boy staggered like he had tripped, but his agility enabled him to keep his balance and he leapt into our position. Karen caught him, breaking his fall as they both went sprawling onto the ground. The young sapper had small hole in his left back - his 'wing' muscle that swimmers possessed - and he moaned loudly. Karen turned him over onto his back and saw that their was no exit wound - but blood flowed freely from his mouth as he tried to speak. His body jerked uncontrollably. Nobody knew, really, what to do. He was beyond help, Jennifer saw. His eyes clouded over, and his skinny frame quivered. He died in Karen's arms, his head lolling to the side and his eyes opened wide in surprise. Steve opened fire on the tower, and the rest followed suit. They didn't see anything, though, but fired anyway. Jennifer could see the young sapper's handsome body twitch from time to time out of the corner of her eye as she fired. She wanted to stop fighting just so she could view the beautiful young sapper's dead, twitching body. Giuseppe stepped out of the storm pipe and began to move toward the radio tower, all the while firing his machine gun. Billy followed, then Wesley. Karen jumped out of position but was suddenly thrown back in by an unseen force. Jennifer went to her, as did Steve. She couldn't speak. Steve cradled her, then ripped open her shirt. She had a small hole just below her cute round navel. "It'll be alright, honey" Steve said to her, softly. His voice carried fear in it, and his eyes were pleading. "Karen, talk to me.." he said, but she just stared up at him, her big blue eyes smiling into his. Her body convulsed and she let out a deep moan - it surprised Steve because he had heard her moan that way before! Her eyes grew wild with delight, and another convulsion wracked her body. "Oh Steve!" she gasped, then collapsed, here eyes staring into his but no longer seeing. Steve held her in his arms, admiring how her body looked even in death. She had just orgasmed as she died, and Steve wondered at that. What a woman!, he thought. He felt a tingling in his sex, and his eyes went to her tiny, oval navel, his baggy jeans suddenly began to bulge. He suddenly realized that Jennifer was still there, and he grew embarrassed. He was about to speak when a bullet suddenly caught him in the side, flinging him hard into the pipe's walls. His head hit with a hollow bang, and he slid to the floor where he lay still, his arm falling to rest across Karen's body. His body quivered, then became still. Jennifer looked at Steve and Karen. Steve lay in a twisted position above Karen's head. He looked as though he were sleeping. His eyes were closed and face was peaceful and youthful looking. A growing river of blood spread from beneath him, however. Karen was gorgeous. Her long blond hair accentuated her bright blue eyes which were staring straight at the pipe's ceiling. She looked extremely sexy and inviting with one arm spread out on the ground and the other caressing her wounded, beautiful belly. Jennifer's hand went to her own belly, and her thoughts went out to Johnny - and now, to Giuseppe. Jennifer clamored out of the pipe and into the battle that raged before her. She passed by Billy's corpse lying in the grass, his shirt crumpled over his middle exposing his soft stomach. Wesley lay a little further ahead, violently writhing in the grass. He was unwittingly tearing his shirt off as his hands desperately groped at a wound in his tight chest. Jennifer ran passed him towards the remaining gunfire, which was to the left of the tower. She saw the naked body of the first sapper lying sprawled-eagle within the tower's grounds. She continued forward with her head down and happened upon Giuseppe who was firing bursts of his machine gun from behind a tree. As she neared him, Giuseppe suddenly stopped firing. An eerily silence engulfed the forest as Giuseppe slowly straightened, and the machine gun dropped from his hands. It was slow motion. Jennifer ran to him, but his knees began to buckle and he going down, down, and she arrived to catch his head as crumpled softly to the ground. "J-j-Jennifer," he gasped as she cradled him. "Don't speak," she said, looking for a wound. "Ahhggh," Giuseppe began to gurgle, and Jennifer tried to comfort her dying lover. His eyes rolled up into his head as he slipped into convulsions, blood and saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth. Without thinking, her hand went to his crotch, and she felt his sex stiffen and then grow wet as body jerked. His eyes opened again and his mouth curved into a grin. The jerking grew more violent, but he was wide awake, his eyes looking into hers. She could see that he was experiencing the greatest orgasms of his young life - he had that same wild look in his eyes when they were making love. She tore open his trousers as his body continued to convulse and began to stroke his extended sex. "Ahhaagghhhyyyeaaah!" he gasped in one final violent twitch that arched his back and nearly lifted him off the ground. His body collapsed in a comfortable position, blood pouring out of his open mouth. His body was completely still now, except for a red stream of bloody urine that now arched from his still-erect sex. Jennifer's own body became wracked with convulsions as a string of orgasms took her by complete surprise. When it was over, she gasped and tried to catch her breath. Mere seconds had passed, but it seemed like slow motion. Now things were speeding up again, and she realized that wood chips were flying passed her as the enemy continued to fire at her and Giuseppe. She kept her head low and examined young Giuseppe's dead body. His arms rested over his head, and his eyes still held that wild look of nativity. She smiled at his slender body, his erect penis, his pink little navel, his smiling Mediterranean face. She patted him on the chest and stood up. It was her turn. Jennifer stepped out from behind the tree firing her machine gun. She stepped forward, firing straight ahead. She heard a gurgling yelp, a couple of shouts, and then heard a strange 'zzzzz' sound of what could only be an insect except that it was so strange. The sounded ended as she felt something penetrate her belly and begin to lift her off the ground. A smile crossed her lips as she was lifted off the ground and was carried backwards in thin air like she was flying. It was all in slow motion, and the pain that flashed first from her navel then to the tips of her toes and fingers never even registered. She landed on her back, and the ground took her in like a soft cloud. Hot burning liquid filled her lips with an unbelievable pressure, forcing her mouth to open wide as she vomited an eruption of dark red blood. Her body jerked magnificently, arching her back, blood squirting from her soft round beautiful belly, her body shaking from side to side. She felt the orgasmic onset as it developed, savored its buildup, then let out a moan that send birds flying and deer to perk their ears up as the orgasms took control and seized her body, throwing it violently into the air and slamming it back into the ground, again and again. The cloud that she lay in wrapped around her, letting her sink in deeper and deeper as the orgasms reverberated throughout her, comforting her as the peak came and passed like a wild and exotic and drunken parade at Mardis Gras. She thought of Johnny and Giuseppe, Kyle and Karen, and Steven, and the dead sappers, all their bodies jerking in ecstasy and death. Her body twitched with glorious aftershocks, finally going still, her face pale and beautiful, her eyes wide open and forever grateful. After a few minutes, the birds began to settle into their nests again, and soldiers in jungle uniforms and black faces emerged from deeper in the forest. A white-haired man stepped forward and looked down at the beautiful red-head lying in the grass in a sexually-stimulating manner. Her face was like something in a Monet painting, and the trees around her with their leaves - war was just no place for a woman, he thought as he became aware of a tingling sensation in his crotch. "We count six, general" a young soldier reported. "Show them to me," he said in a voice gripped with expectation. He took in the woman's curvy body as two soldiers opened her shirt looking for identification, and walked off to the next body with the image of her breasts and her amazing belly fresh in his memory. The bodies were glorious. After the woman, he came across a young dark-haired youth that lay with his head thrown back, and a smile on his face. No wonder he is smiling, thought the general, as saw the erect penis standing out of the youth's opened trousers. Blood oozed from the corner of the young lad's mouth, and flies landed on and off his face. He wondered how the trousers came to be open like they were - the belt unfastened and the zipper undone. Amazing, he thought. Then he came across two young soldiers lying not too far away from each other. One lay on his stomach, one arm behind his back and the other at his side. His mouth was partially open and blood trickled out of it into grass upon which his cheek rested. He had a large exit wound in the middle of his back, his shirt darkened around it by the blood. His eyes were half-moons. The other body lay in an obscenely twisted manner, one leg lying beneath the body, the other stretched straight out. His arms were lying by his side, the fingers curled up. His shirt was torn to shreds, and the general saw that the boy had a perfectly round hole right in the middle of his thin frame between his rib cages - a precision shot. The general saw tiny scratches around the wound and guessed that the boy clawed at his midriff while death jerked him this way and that, leaving him in this awkward position. His face was frozen and contorted in pain, his eyes tightly shut. Next he studied the naked sapper who was apparently caught completely by surprise - and his delicate face showed it. His mouth was opened in a yelp of surprise that was cut off by a froggy gurgling as blood erupted from his wounded lung. He lay twisted, his eyes wide open in that look of surprise that showed no pain - perhaps he died before there was even pain. His penis was limp, laying between his bent, athletic legs. The general struggled to contain the excitement that burst into him when he saw a line of ants busily walking up the dead young man's side and disappearing into his tiny round navel, and another line emerging from the little navel and traveling back down the sapper's side to the grass. The general wiped sweat from his face with a handkerchief, wondering if anyone saw him flushed. He glanced at the nearby young private and saw that he was mesmerized by the sight of a boy his own age lying dead in the grass with ants crawling into his belly button. The dead youth was about the same height and weight of the private, he noted. The private was nearly hypnotized, the general saw, and was glad that it wasn't just him. "The are more bodies in the storm pipe, sir," reported a dependable young sergeant. Yes, thought the general, more bodies. It was a glorious day. **** lraveena@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----