The next morning, I woke up on the floor. I could hear Manami breathing; the lighting was bright as usual, and I realized that I was all dark red with blood and flesh for some reason. I realized I was on something soft and rather stinky. I grabbed for it, only to find out that it was some of Lani's body parts. I gagged and tried to scramble to the toilet, only to go slipping on Lani's guts and go sprawling over Manami's hips. Manami woke up and screamed as I sweatily dry heaved. What the heck?

I guess that some sailor or soldier must have cut up Lani's other body parts and then put the parts next to and on top of us while we were sleeping. More next to and on top of me than on top of my slender black haired Japanese pal.

I was, literally, wearing and slipping around on my sister. Eww.

The toilet was accompanied by a sink and a hose, suggesting that there were means of washing up. Unfortunately, the sink's water flow was meager and there seemed to be no way to turn the hose on. So we were stuck being filthy in the remains of my sister.

I hugged Manami and I wondered if, indeed, this was it for us. Would we ever get out of here alive? Being imprisoned here was boring, and we didn't know what, if anything, to do. We talked about our families and origins, speculated about the Symbionese, and then I cupped Manami's right breast and started tickling it. Manami was startled.

"Oh, Nami-chan, what else is there to do? We might as well play with each other, right?"

Manami thought for a moment, giggled, and playfully slapped me. I spanked her on the butt and massaged her shoulders and started feeling her, circling her nipples ever so softly. I had never had a lesbian encounter before, and neither had she. (She had a boyfriend up until our town burned down, and I was on close terms with a couple of guys, one with benefits.)

And here we were, moaning and groping and feeling all over. We touched our tongue tips. I absent mindedly grabbed the first thing I could think of (which turned out, unfortunately, to be a chunk of flesh previously belonging to Lani) and smushed it into Manami's cunt. At this point, I fumbled around for a dildo and, not finding any, tried to finger fuck Manami. Then I realized that since we might never get out of here and since we were all alone, I might as well use some of my late sister's body parts. I mumbled an apology to Lani as I took one of her ribs and inserted it into Manami's cunt. Manami's eyes were closed and she moaned in pleasure, and soon I was masturbating with another rib. It wasn't long before we both came over my late sister's rib.

We cuddled each other and started dozing off. Just then, we felt a jolt, and there was suddenly a lot of footsteps and some banging going on. We were confused. A couple of Symbionese sailors came into the room and grabbed us. Not sexually or anything - they just stood both of us up and grabbed us.

"We're taking you hostage". "Um, aren't we already hostages -" I tried to ask before getting painfully punched in the cheek. "You don't understand! We are under attack!"

My heart leapt at the news. Maybe someone was coming to rescue us!

However, the first thing the sailors did was to cuff the two of us to a pole and then produce a handle, screwing it onto a hidden valve. Then they hosed us down with freezing water. Our skin prickled and we gasped, and I know I shivered and Manami's skin felt clammy to the touch. Plenty of goosebumps all over.

Then the sailors un-handcuffed us, took us off the pole, and re-handcuffed us behind our backs. We were marched, nude and shivering, down fluorescent-lit metal corridors and up a flight of stairs, and then we were shoved out onto the slippery deck. The ship was rolling on the waves and it was raining outside, so it was a tough walk. I saw briefly our assailants - they seemed to be another military ship, one with an American flag. Were our countries at war, then? I didn't know.

Anyhow, the sailors marched us over to a gun turret and opened the hatch to the heavily armored turret. It was sweltering in there and cramped. Our cuffs came off and then were snapped on around a railing.

Some three or four crewmen came in and slammed the hatch shut, stripped down to their underpants, and went about loading the massive guns. Up went the shells in place, and into the firing chamber went the shells. The guns would fire, going with loud BANGs that led to our ears ringing. The turret rocked each time the guns did that, and they often struck Manami and me on various body parts. Our wrists (which were in handcuffs) were bruised and so were our arms, hips, legs, boobs, and other areas. The firing occasionally shoved me into Manami or her into me.

After the first few moments, I was scared, and my bladder involuntarily released. Warm piss splattered down my legs. I then felt pee on my hip and butt. Seems Manami had also let go.

Anyhow, some crew members leered at us in the turret, but they were too busy to do much other than leer and attempt to grope us. We squirmed in the heat and tried ineffectually to get away from those guys.

Then we heard a boom from further off, and the deck shook in a relatively strange manner. That is, not like the way the turret shook from the firing of its guns. The lights flickered. There were some more "booms" and the lights continued to flicker.

A few minutes later, the turret's hatch opened again, and I recognized one of the two sailors from before. He fumbled through his pockets for a key, and then he un-handcuffed us once more. We tried to escape, but but this was a cramped turret, and multiple sailors grabbed us. In the confusion, someone punched Manami in the gut, and my belly was scratched somehow. It was a few minutes until sailors dragged us out of the hatch and back onto the deck.

Smoke was in the air and our Symbionese ship was still steaming, but there was heavy damage. I saw the American vessel, but it was sinking. My heart sank as well.

At this point, Manami and I were perp walked towards the smoke and flame. Amidships - is that the right word? - in the middle of the ship, everything seemed to be wrecked and burning.

A soldier came by and rudely pushed us towards a new hole in the deck, freshly made by a bomb. I screamed and Manami let out an "ergh".

What was going on? We didn't know. We were dragged downstairs by multiple soldiers and sailors, kicking and screaming, and then a few soldiers and sailors forced us into a guarded boat. It swung and banged against the ship as it was lowered into the surf.

The boat detached from the ship and began a bumpy and wet ride over the waves. Saltwater stung my eyes. The deck rocked severely and we STILL had nothing on. We were cold and shivering, and it seemed like some of our fingers were starting to turn blue.

I must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing I remember is being on a beach with palm trees swaying in the wind. My back itched. Manami was next to me. We were lying down in the sand, and when I got up, a voice shouted at me to lie back down. Scared, I did so.

After some time, we were told to get up. We did so, and we tried to brush the sand off. Soldiers marched us in front of bayonets to a palisade, surrounding a pit with bamboo spikes. Was this it, then? Was this how we were supposed to die?

I looked at Manami. She looked at me. My stomach grumbled and ached. We both started to cry.

Manami panicked and did something either heroic or stupid, depending on how you look at it. She grabbed one of the bayoneted rifles from a soldier's hands and pulled the trigger.

Unfortunately, it failed to go off. She realized the safety was on and then fumbled so that it was off. This produced a window of opportunity to one of the soldiers, who rammed into Manami from behind and caused her to drop the rifle. Both of them grabbed for the rifle.

Amazingly, Manami managed to grab the rifle again and stick it into a soldier. She aimed for the torso. And then she pulled the trigger. A "bang!: issued forth and the offending soldier was suddenly disemboweled and split in twain, guts exploding everywhere. His cap flew off his head, and his top smacked the ground hard as he screamed in agony. He then tried to roll around for a few moments as he bled out, but soon he was still.

Manami and I gasped. She had actually killed one of the murderers!

However, other soldiers quickly tackled Manami to the ground and tried to hurry me along. I defiantly tried to wrestle myself free of their grasp. However, we were both dragged to the spikes.

"So, you murderous slut!" yelled one of the fallen soldier's comrades. "You dared kill one of US! We're the ones in charge! You were supposed to die anyway! Well, Japanese slut, take this!" A soldier kicked Manami in the cunt, causing her to gasp. He punched her in the belly, too, for good measure.

The soldier then shoved her onto the ground and motioned for a couple of his pals. I could do nothing. Some soldiers were tying me to a pole behind my back and forcing me to watch.

The beefy soldier took off his pants while his flackies pinned her to the ground. He lay on top of poor Manami and thrusted vigorously and brutally as she screamed. I could see his dick going in and out her hole. Soon, I could see a white creampie in Manami's cunt as she squirmed and screamed in agony.

The first soldier took another soldier's place holding Manami down, and fucked her as well, and the last of the soldiers holding Manami down did the same. So did some of our other captors. It seemed to go on interminably, and some soldiers masturbated onto her face as she gasped. I could hardly bear to watch all this, and tears streamed down my face.

The wet, heaving, skinny wreck that Manami had become was finally stood up by the soldiers. Two soldiers took her arms and a third tied them together, over her head. Then they attached Manami by her wrists to a hook, which was connected to a crane and a pulley. This contraption yanked Manami up, swinging and writhing around, until soldiers grabbed her legs and forced them apart. A third soldier said, "And this is for our comrade!" He shoved a bayonet up her cunt. Manami jerked and squealed. Blood started to trickle out of her abused twat, splattering on the ground and then her thighs, as the guards let go of Manami's legs.

This sudden release put additional strain on Manami's wrists and shoulders, and she screamed as the shoulders started to rip or were dislocated. Her boobs jiggled around.

The crane moved the swinging, swaying, slender Japanese woman towards the bamboo spikes, and then halted above the spikes.

One of the Symbionese soldiers drew out a sword and hacked away at Manami's shoulders. Every cut drew bloods and pain. At some point, Manami's right arm tore loose from her, putting much heavier loads on her half torn left shoulder. That arm quickly tore loose as well, and Manami was impaled through her belly on a spike. She was left screaming and puffing, and I watched for a goodly part of the day. I was dragged close to the spikes, and I heard Manami moaning and struggling to breathe. Her face was ghostly white and her legs were streaked with blood. "N…never forget this…. If…If you get out of here… promise…. promise you will get back at them… Prom - " She went "errgh" as she slipped a little on the spike, and I whispered, "I promise", which earned me a slap on the face from a soldier. She moaned some more, and then fell quiet. For a time, only her breathing let me know that Manami was alive.

The breathing stopped.

Now I was all alone.

I cried, and then tears were lacking. I needed to get out of here. But how?