Hi. I am Alaina of Paradise. At least it was Paradise until recently. I remember fondly my little market town, although some people think of it as kinda a tourist trap.

I remember the day the war came to our doorstep. The enemy craftily picked a windy day to do their dirty deed, a day when the wind roars down the mountains, hot and dry, so that everyone was sweating among the shops, the palm trees, the flowers, the perfumed air. Makeup seemed sloggy. Our boobs itched underneath, and many of us sought relief in the sea from the heat.

The winds grew stronger. Palm trees threw their leaves to one side, signs blew down, electrical poles tilted and their wires fell. The arsonists were also lurking, in the brush, not too far from us. We didn't know it, but the enemy was about to burn the town down to grab its port, depopulate it, and then use it as a beachhead for an invasion.

I saw fire engines clamoring to the waterfront, but no water was coming out of the hoses. The phones were dead. The alert systems were down (we later learned this was sabotage).

My sister, Lani, was playing in the surf, her brown hair and bouncy boobs accentuated by her swimskirt bikini. She noticed the smoke before I did. She ran towards me, screaming, "Get out! Get out! There's a fire coming! Please!"

I have always adored Lani's buxom figure and dark skin, much like my own. We shared many beauty tips, tried to watch our weight, compared each other to our Barbie dolls and the slender Japanese lady down the block (Manami) and giggled at the chubby gal with blonde hair next door, curves, fat, and all (Sarah) - a blonde. All four of us - Alaina, Lani, Manami, and Sarah - banded together and called ourselves the Four Brats.

Well, Lani's warning caused me to go next door and alert Sarah, and the three of us went down the block and got Manami out of the house. The smoke got heavy and thick. Soon, Manami's house was aflame, and the rest of the block lit up like matchsticks. We loaded a cart hastily and plodded onto the sandy beach. What a mistake.

The sand dragged on the wheels of the cart, and the cart itself nearly tipped over and was often splashed by the surf. More to the point, it exhausted us quickly. Our legs were all sore, we were panting, we were drenched in sweat, and we had to run into the surf just to cool off. Sparks and smoke were flying everywhere.

It was at this point that soldiers came out of the smoke and grabbed the delicate Manami, whose beautiful looks and sweaty Asian face caught one grinning soldier's attention. He and another soldier shoved Manami to the ground, which Manami's right knee struck hard. She screamed out in pain. Sarah rushed towards Manami, boobs and fat jiggling in the air - she hoped, like a yokozuna, to use her weight to overwhelm a soldier. She wound up impaling herself on a bayonet, and a wound in her torso started erupting blood. She screamed as well, grabbing the gun that had bayoneted her and getting into a wrestling match with the impaling soldier. Two more soldiers came and forced Sarah to the ground. Her blood was spilling all over everything.

Lani and I splashed into the surf, ducking and trying to hide in the waves. The soldiers were too busy with Manami and Sarah to pay attention to us sisters, so we missed the next several minutes of action.

Well, eventually, I looked back at Sarah and Manami - they were still on the ground, but naked now. Sarah was barely moving, but she appeared to be alive. Manami was being gang-raped forcefully and brutally. The men pounded her, and her back seemed raw. The fires and smoke were generating so much heat that the rapists were also starting to get uncomfortable, and sparks were singing everyone's skin.

One of the soldiers pulled roughly out of Manami, dumping her lithe body on the ground from a few feet in the air. She moaned, it seems, and writhed, only half conscious. A soldier took a knife and plunged it into Sarah's arm and started cutting.

This led to exhausted screaming from Sarah, which then led to a bayonet being stuck up her pussy. She screamed louder - but only for a moment. A gunshot rang out and Sarah's head exploded.

I felt sick to the stomach, and I gagged and threw up into the waves. Lani came over and hugged me tightly, or as tightly as she could in an environment with pounding surf and rushing waves.

Lani started to crawl away, slinking like a snake towards the sea. This led to a soldier grabbing her by the ankle and dragging her along the shore. We screamed and started heading towards her. Another mistake.

Three or four leering soldiers noticed Lani and me, and we got out of the surf and ran along the smoky beach in Manami's direction. I heard a scream from Lani, and then I was pushed, hard. Into the ember-strewn sand. The wind was knocked out of my sails, and my hands hurt suddenly from my fall onto the sand.

I started to get up, but was grabbed around the waist. I screamed and punched and kicked, to no avail. I started to feel panicked and hopeless, and tears now joined the sweat on my face.

The next several moments were a blur. I vaguely remember being taken or dragged exhaustedly along the shore, legs protesting, until we reached an amphibious military boat, into which Lani, Manami, and I were thrown roughly. I landed on my butt, which hurt suddenly. Manami moaned. Blood trickled out of her twat. She looked bruised all over her body, and she still seemed semi conscious. Lani was all right, still with bikini on, but still sore and with some bruises. And I was in similar condition to Lani.

The boat started up and we were bouncing over the waves, away from the hellish orange flames that were consuming our town. (We later learned that Sarah's charbroiled corpse was one of over 300 discovered in the ruins.)

The boat met up with a bigger ship. The three of us were hauled aboard and thrown into one room in the brig, belowdecks. At least I think it was a brig. The door was heavily secured. On one side, there was a wall and a table with knives and saws, as well as other equipment. In cane a soldier with disgusting tobacco breath. He told us that we were prisoners.

"You are now the property of the People's Republic of Symbionia. You won't leave our slavery alive! That's right. You are doomed, you are nothing but sex meat and torture dolls. You will be the comfort women of the nation! For a little while, too. Then we'll dispose of you, utter trash that you are." He laughed and started for Lani, as I cried harder.

Manami was still in her naked funk, and she cried as well. I hugged her and she managed a weak hug. Lani screamed and tried to rush the soldier, who grabbed her and threw her to the floor.

"Ok, that's it! I'll make sure you can't escape or rush me!" He called over the intercom for his assistants, two people in smocks who came into the room and manhandled Lani to the table, where she was buckled in, kicking and puffing.

Out came a saw, and one assistant lowered it to Lani's right thigh. She squirmed and screamed harder, but she was secured. The saw cut a bloody red line into Lani's thigh, and it cut deeper and deeper, blood oozing out. The leg came off after anywhere from a few minutes to several minutes.

The soldier, meanwhile, disgustingly had his dick out and was fapping furiously. What was wrong with him?

Lani's wound was cauterized and the soldier and his assistants stripped Lani so she was bottomless but still had her bikini top on. The soldier took two fingers and rubbed them into her cunt, and Lani found herself squirming and sighing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She was actually turned on by this? Really?

But she was shaking her head and crying, going "no" and "don't do that". Lani buckled and moaned, and then I noticed the gasps and jerks and wetness of an orgasm. This caused the soldier's wang to grow even harder.

The soldier took his pants off and straddled Lani, who was now only half on the table (well, 2/3rds, now that most of one leg was detached). His leg brushed up against Lani's cauterized stump, causing her to gasp in pain, He grabbed Lani and started thrusting vigorously, and the next several minutes were filled with grunting and gasping and screaming, until the soldier giggled and withdrew, white goop coming out of his wang.

The soldier then tossed Lani aside.

We were all tired at this point and fell asleep.

To be continued