Mosquitoes

If there was one thing that Rose could not stand of the sentry shifts were the mosquitoes. In that jungle there were millions of them and, despite the pesticides with which the base was treated every day, someone could always evade the controls and buzz in the girl's ear.

The company she worked for was Trully Pharmaceutics, committed in developing new drugs and cutting-edge medicines according to its investors, and in mind control and the creation of an advanced human race for its detractors.

Rose didn't believe such nonsense. She was 24 years old, red hair tied with two braids that went down behind her back. Blue-gray eyes and a face full of freckles, a camouflage uniform and a helmet on her head, the young Londoner was an unexpected sight in that hostile place.

She had arrived in Panama a couple of weeks before, the work was well paid and the effort was not too much, to control the local workers when they came in and out and to keep the most curious animals away. There were eleven guards in the walled complex, of which four women. She could not tell the number of workers between local and foreign but probably settled on a hundred.

Everything would have been perfect had it not been for that damn mosquito!

At least she was well harnessed, the only uncovered area was her face and it wasn't the first time she had tried to hit the mosquito just to slap herself on the cheek. It was an unequal fight but she swore that before the end of her shift, that damn bloodsucker would die.

Clutching her M16, Rose watched the jungle, unsuspecting that someone was climbing with grapples the perimeter wall at the back of the base. The guard on the backdoor had already died with a rifle shot to the temple.

Through a telescopic sight, a man watched her fight against the mosquito. He should have already shot her but was enjoying the scene, almost comical, of the girl with red hair who slapped herself.

PACK! "Bastard, I got you!" Rose watched satisfied the blood stain, her blood, on her hand with the damn black sucker in the center. The hunt was finally over, at least for this time.

The man saw Rose smile looking at her hand. There was a small red spot on her face. It was the perfect time to put a bullet through her heart but a burst of machine gun ruined his plans. From within the complex, someone had started shooting.

"Shit, they are already inside!"

He had delayed too much, he saw the girl rushing towards the door after a moment of hesitation. In any case, the main entrance was free, he vowed to find the red girl's body later.

Despite working with the armed forces for three years, Rose had never been in a real firefight. From silent and tranquil, the complex had become a war zone in just a few minutes. The girl heard the gusts of the M16s and other weapons she could not identify, her heart was pounding as she heard the screams in Spanish and English.

On the ground there were already bodies belonging to some workers of the complex, she ran to the guards' dormitories but her race was stopped by a group of five guerrillas, she managed to hide just in time.

They spoke in Spanish, they were without uniforms and carried old AK47s. She had never been informed of the presence of guerrillas in the area, they were not prepared to reject an organized assault.

The road to the military quarters was blocked, she decided to go back to the staff quarters. They were connected and from there she could reach her companions. She saw four other men enter through the front door she was guarding, perhaps she shouldn't have left her position. The civilians ran into the courtyard and were shot down by bullets, she could not understand who might want such a massacre.

She reached the staff quarters, heard gusts inside. Cautiously, she entered with the weapon pointed, trying not to make any noise. A man walked looking under the beds in search of fugitives, Rose took aim and fired a short burst that caught him in the chest and neck making him collapse to the ground. Only a second later the girl realized that it was the first time she had shot someone and she felt no remorse, that man had come there to kill everyone, he didn't deserve pity. When she reached him, he was already dead.

There were only corpses around her, she checked them but nobody was breathing. From the military quarters she continued to hear gusts, there was no time for grief, she had to help her companions.

Rose crossed the corridor with a heavy step, she knew she was making a lot of noise but she could not afford delays. Even so she arrived just in time to see only the end of the massacre that had taken place in the quarters.She saw a guerrilla shoot in the back of a woman on the ground, judging by her blond hair it must have been Chrissie.

Frightened, Rose took a few steps back hoping not to be seen, there were at least six armed men in front of her. Her brain was unsure whether to flee or fight, her hands clutching the weapon undecided about what to do. It was fate that made the decision for her, one of the enemies saw her and braced his rifle. Instinct took over in Rose who watered the room with bullets riddling the man who had seen her and at least two other of her companions.

Rose stared at the scene with wide eyes, it was almost like she wasn't the one shooting. The sound of her rifle pounded in her ears, red flowers exploded from the guerrilla bodies. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was now shooting empty and that her burst was over. Only two of the men were still alive, when they heard the weapon making silence they answered the fire in the direction of the girl.

Rose rushed down the corridor, praying she wouldn't be hit by a bullet in the back. Luck that moment was on her side and none of the shots hit her. Voices in front of her, she could not get out of where she came in, turned left and entered the canteen, with another bit of luck she might have been able to go out through the kitchen door.

She bent behind a table for a moment, groping for the magazines of her weapon in the dark only to discover with terror that there was nothing. Had she forgotten them? Had they fallen in the race? Rose didn't know, she just knew she was unarmed and that there was a good chance she was the last soldier left alive. She almost felt like crying, she didn't want to die in that place, she wanted to go home, see her loved ones again. She couldn't give up like that.

From the kitchen, a noise. Two men entered boldly, they spoke in Spanish. Rose had learned a little Spanish but not enough to understand what they said. She frantically searched for something to use as a weapon on the tables in the canteen, found only a table knife, with a round point, that someone had left there since dinner.

Hidden in a dark corner between two pieces of furniture, with her legs curled up and her hands on her chest clutching the knife, Rose began to pray. She hadn't done it since she was a young girl but right now it seemed like the only thing she could do. She saw the two men pass the kitchen doors. They were in the canteen, they had torches.

Rose tried to breathe as little as possible into her little corner, mentally recited all the prayers she could think of. Her knuckles turned white with the force of tightening the inoffensive knife, her only chance of salvation.

The two torches framed her almost at the same time, Rose felt like a deer staring at the headlights of the car coming towards her. Blinded by that light, with trembling lips, she threw away the cutlery in her hand and raised both arms to the sky.

"I give up! Please, I give up, don't shoot "

She closed her eyes in terror, waiting for a burst of machine gun through her chest. It never arrived.

"You were the redhead girl at the front door"

Rose nodded, the man spoke English, with only a slight accent.

"The one who kept slapping herself"

A boulder fell on her heart, until half an hour ago her only enemy was a stubborn mosquito, but now she was going to die.

"I give up, don't hurt me"

"I can't believe I'm so lucky. You are a splendid soldier. "

"I'll do what you want, please. But don't shoot me "

The man seemed interested in the proposal, murmured a few words to the companion who came out of the cafeteria with a chuckle.

"We're just two of us beauty. And if you're good, you can get out of here without a bullet in your pretty face”

Did Rose really trust him? Obviously not, but it was the only possibility left to cling to. She took off her helmet and went to her knees towards him gently stroking the erection in his pants. She looked up but the flashlight blinded her and prevented her from seeing his face.

She untied his pants and took the guerrilla cock in her mouth, he put his hand behind her head, accompanying her movement. In that position, Rose did her best using all the techniques she knew to satisfy the man, raised her eyes smiling, alternately used her hands and mouth, massaged the penis with her tongue, trying to be as sensual as possible.

"Good soldier, you're doing well. I think I'll keep you with me, you're really good … "

Encouraged, Rose went on even harder. The life of the concubine certainly would not have been beautiful, but at least it was a life and perhaps one day she would be able to escape. The man lifted her by the hips.

"Get up, lie down on that table"

It was a narrow but sturdy table, the girl lay on her back but her whole body did not enter, her head and legs were without support. She held her head up and saw the man tearing her pants between her thighs. She knew what was going to happen but that didn't make it any easier. She felt his rough fingers caress her perfectly smooth vagina, bent her head backwards, making her stick out from the table and closed her eyes. She felt that he was slipping two fingers inside her, while with his thumb he stimulated her clitoris. The girl tried to ignore the conflicting signals her body sent her, a mixture of fear and pleasure.

Holding her legs up, the man penetrated her and began to rape her. Rose tried not to scream, kept her lips as tight as possible but he was hurting her, her braids swaying beneath her, with each thrust she seemed to fall backwards but the man held her firmly by her thighs. She never expected to be raped when she started the shift, but several unexpected things had happened that night.

In addition to her muffled sobs, Rose could hear the moans of pleasure of her rapist, the table crunching slightly below her, their flesh fluttering between them. She stared at the upside-down wall in front of her eyes, hoping that that nightmare would end soon.

She heard the man's moans increase in intensity and his thrusts get stronger, she just had to hold out a little longer. A sudden pain made her mouth open and her back arched, in panic she raised her head and shoulders and saw a large hunting knife completely stuck into her flesh, a few centimeters higher than her navel. Itsank in her uniform to the hilt, the man held it with his right hand and used it as a handle. Rose looked up but still couldn't see his face hidden in the darkness.

Surprised by that stab, the girl began to squeak, tried to wriggle, to get rid of that grip, but the only goal she reached was to make her attacker even more excited with her vagina writhing around her member.

"Stop please!" He turned the blade, Rose screamed in pain. She felt the cold of steel in her flesh, the warmth of her blood wetting her skin and soaking her clothes, she was sick with pain, she could not keep her head raised.

The man muttered something in Spanish and pulled out the blade, she moaned from the horrible feeling of the knife coming out of her belly leaving a void inside her. Groping she felt the wound, with her trembling hand she felt her clothes wet and sticky. The man dodged her hand and sank the knife again, right next to the first wound. Rose screamed again, it seemed even worse than the first stab.

She held her hands around that of the guerrilla who in turn gripped the hilt. She heard him laugh and moan as his penis was thrown towards the final rush. With a sudden movement he pulled the blade out again, wounding her hands and then sinking it a third time just above the left nipple.

The poor girl could no longer resist, her breasts swayed under the rapist's thrust, her pelvis moved slowly in what she wanted to be a flight at full speed away from that place.

With her arms and head bent backwards, Rose began to choke. Breathing was already difficult in that position and with twenty centimeters of steel stuck in a lung the situation certainly could not improve. The ferrous taste of blood went up her throat, she began to cough to free herself but it was an unequal struggle. Blood ran down her upside down face, dirtying her cheeks and eyes, entering her nose. Engaged in this struggle to breathe, she hardly noticed the man who came inside her with an animal scream.

After a few seconds slumped over her to listen her spasms, the killer got up, pressed the knife deeper with a sadistic grin and slipped it out. He came out of her and let go of her legs that fell without force along the table. He grabbed Rose's arm and used a sleeve to clean up his cock, then patted the dying girl's cheek. He heard the sound of a liquid flowing, checked better and saw a light trail coming out of his victim's urethra and dripping on the floor, like a slightly open tap. He laughed and muttered something in Spanish and left the table carrying the flashlight with him. She had not even managed to see the face of the man who had murdered her. The room fell into darkness.

Rose was still alive but life had almost abandoned her. She was afraid of dying there alone in the dark. Raped and stabbed, a puddle of urine beneath her. That was not how she wanted to die. Coughing and spitting she kept gaining seconds but she felt more and more cold.

With her arms, legs and head that dangled from the table, Rose awaited death. A mosquito buzzed in her ear but this time Rose left her alone. It could drink all her blood now, not that she had left much of it. The poor girl died a few minutes later, away from home, with a mosquito as the only companion.

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There was a mosquito buzzing around me while I was writing this story and it never stopped. Unlike Rose , I couldn't hit it. Just for completeness, this is the final paragraph that was cut off before I convinced myself to close with the mosquito.

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A new torch lit up the table she was in, casting her shadow on the wall behind her. For a moment she could see the outline of her body dangling on the table.

"What a ignoble way to die," she thought.

Two voices in Spanish laughed, someone lifted her legs and penetrated her again but now she didn't care anymore. The last thing Rose saw was the shape upside down of a penis as it slipped into her mouth, then darkness.