Sentry Snapped

(neck snap)

Enyara sat in the bushes, watching the snowy south road, bored out of her mind.

Why did I agree to this, she thought, as fat snowflakes fell and melted on her face. She promised me there'd be girls to kill.

The shieldmaiden had not spilled any blood in the few days since leaving the village behind. Anya had taken her on some fool's errand to the border, muttering about mercenary camps and deserters. She had followed along on the promise of enemies to fight but all she saw before her was snow.

Enyara sighed, flexed her hand to kill the anxious twitch in her fingers and kept her vigil. The archer was somewhere further down the road, scouting the enemy camp or so she claimed. Enyara had not seen the camp herself and doubted its existence. The redhead's sulking was interrupted by the soft crunch of snow. She perked up, peered through the bushes and glimpsed a lone figure walking down the road. At first she thought it was the archer but as the stranger approached, she realized it was not Anya. Her heart quickened with excitement.

The lone woman trudged through the snow, using the butt of her spear as a walking stick. She clung to the furs draped around her and shivered as she inched forward with grim determination to carry out her sentry duties. Enyara could see even from her distance that the girl was no native of Scotia. Her hair was blacker than raven's feathers and shone like silk in the moonlight. Her skin had a sallow tinge to it, her lips thin and her eyes slanted at an angle. She could only be from the land of Khai, to the east.

The redhead neither wanted to know nor cared to know why the girl was far from home. She salivated at the thought of a fresh kill. Enyara waited until the sentry paused in front of her bush before leaping out and grabbing her with her strong, freckly arms. She clapsed a hand over the mouth and another under the breasts and pulled the shivering girl close. "You're not very observant."

The girl murmured frantically in some language that Enyara didn't understand. She looked back with wide eyes, her lips working against Enyara's hand. The redhead enjoyed the squirming but she'd rather be able to know what the girl was saying. "Scotian please."

The sentry quieted, furrowed her brow in concentration. Enyara removed her hand long enough for the girl to speak. "Uh...mercy? Please?"

"That's not how this works, honey." She squeezed the girl's small breast and explored her with a naughty, wandering hand. "Welcome to my homeland, little one. You really ought to have stayed away. This place isn't for you."

The hapless sentry merely shivered in response and closed her eyes while Enyara's hand groped and teased her. "You're right," she replied. "I thought joining a mercenary company would be fun. Instead, I'm freezing half to death."

Enyara smirked. Anya had been telling the truth after all. "Mercenary company?"

"Well, not really a company," she replied, stuttering from the cold. "It's just me, the captain and three other girls."

Easy pickings then, thought Enyara. She made a mental note to thank her archer friend for providing such a fun distraction. "That's a good girl."

"Will you...will you let me go? I told you everything I know."

Enyara kissed the sentry. She had no intention of answering that question. The girl yielded to her explorations, parting her lips and her tongue, her nipples stiffening even further under Enyara's thumbs. Besides the furs and boots, the foreigner had nothing else on, a fact she discovered when her fingers made contact with a damp, bushy cunt. "Mmm...someone likes me."

She nodded and moaned under the redhead's teasing touches. "Please take me..."

"Let's warm you up a little, shall we?" The shieldmaiden fingered her while her hand settled under the girl's jaw. With a casual flick of her wrist, she snapped the sentry's neck. "Oops, my hand slipped."

The girl's body tensed up for a moment then became wracked with shudders and spasms. Enyara held her quivering corpse, groping her while she shook, while her dying brain fired off its last, frantic commands. The violence of her post-mortem lashings gradually subsided, replaced by infrequent twitches. Enyara pecked her on the lips and let her drop into the snow.

The dead sentry fell face down, ass up in the snow, piss dribbling down her leg.

"I'd love to stay and play, sweetie, but I've got to meet a friend. Have fun."

Enyara left the dead meet to cool in the snows while she struck off in search of her archer friend.