(The following is a fictional story with fictional characters and fictional events. English is not my native language so forgive me for the imperfections.)
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I and my friend Anna were arrested by the enemy forces and were sentenced to execution by firing squad.
We were still hoping to be rescued by our freedom fighters but time was running out.
Me and her were working at our border town in an store till late evening when the enemy's diversant forces rushed in an captured us. We both had concealed weapons on us but since we were overwhelmed we weren't able to use them.
They shot us with tranquilizers and put us in their cars then transported us to their location.
We woke up in a cell remembering what had happened to us. Both of us were strong women and believed in our men even though we understood our complete vulnerable position and what the enemy will do to us.
Anna was a little younger than me and newly married. I was married for years and my man was the head of one of our freedom fighting groups.
Anna had long, straight, and light brown hair and dark green eyes. She was a bit shorter and thinner than me but she was no less able. We both had gone through trainings as all mature men and women and knew about the war.
Anna was wearing a pretty black summer dress and flip flops.
I had dark brown hair that were wavy and reached my mid back. I had hazel eyes. I was taller and little larger than her. She looked up to me both because of our age difference and built.
I had an unpadded and thin black bra on with a matching panty. I also had a pair of sheer black stockings on supported by a garter belt. The enemy confiscated my white high heels when they brought us to the sell along side both of our pistols.
I felt self conscious being shoeless even in front of Anna. I was known for being formal and elegant in our town.
I had a long black slit skirt on that showed my left leg where my concealed weapon was hidden just above the slit.
I had a light white shirt on which was a little sheer.
We both had full makeup on. My nails were done in dark red and Anna's in light pink.
Suddenly we heard the cell door opening and the enemy officer and his soldiers coming in.
He read our sentencing which was decided to be done with firing squad. I looked at Anna and saw a little fear under a veil of bravery in her. I didn't realize that small fear in me as I had my right hand over my heart.
I knew where they would aim as they always had.
It was early morning. They took us to the yard for execution. My nipples were more erect than before as the weather was cold and slightly visible.
Enemy officer: "We have to search and remove anything unnecessary before carrying out the execution."
They approached Anna, confiscated her marriage ring. The enemy officer shamefully touched her breasts and realized that she wasn't wearing anything under.
He then approached me and checked me from head to toe.
Enemy officer: "No bras."
I started to resist even though I was being held by two of their soldiers and surrounded with armed ones.
He slowly unbottoned my shirt from the top.
