A not expected turn (sexfight story)

**Giannis-CB** · July 30th, 2016, 11:01 AM

A brand new erotic story for the readers of the this forum. It is a story I wrote some months ago. The second and final part (the more juicy part ! will be posted within the very next days. As always I have to say to those who do not know me that English is not my native language, so some mistakes may be found, I am sorry.
I hope to like it I expect your feedback.

A NOT EXPECTED TURN
By Giannis / July, 2016

PART I

The autonomist's petrol was getting closer. Rika and Silvana run fast to the first hut in front of them. It was a small hut; its door was semi open. The two women run into the hut ready to ask to the people who lived there to hide them. They knew that the inhabitants of this village did not like the autonomists; they had suffered from their brutal invasions before. That was the reason the two women had visited the village. Rika planned to take some interviews and Silvana to take some photos.
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Rika was a Greek reporter. She was a rather tall woman with long dark hair and blue eyes, a beautiful contrast at her face. Her 36D firm breasts did not slip through by the men and the women around her. Her big stiff nipples were pointed up by the light and tight shirts she used to wear. She was of a medium weight for her height with a well shaped body. At her 28 years Rika was definitely attractive. She had a broken marriage, no children, and a few relationships with men, nothing special though.

Silvana, the Italian photographer, was just a little taller than Rika with rather short brown hair and black eyes. Her 34D breasts were big as well with big areolas and big nipples. She was of the same weight with Rika with a pair of well shaped legs, a rather big round ass and two perfect long legs. Her assets were mostly at the lower part of her body. She was not a woman of an astonished beauty but she was considered hot and sexy. At her 26 years Silvana had two failed long relationships and quite some men to flirt her.

Rika and Silvana were working for the same American magazine but they had never worked together before. This was their first mission together, a risky mission in Africa, far away from their apartments in New York. It was the first mission of Silvana out of USA, in a so dangerous place. Rika had faced dangerous conditions before. She was clever, she could stay calm and she rarely felt afraid. That's why their boss sent them for this mission together. He knew that Rika was able to take care of herself, to take her of Silvana also if necessary. The other reason was that Jim, the photographer who was going to be with Rika had a car accident a week before and he had to stay in a hotel.
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The hut they came in was empty. Apparently the people who lived there had run away from the autonomists who were coming to their village to steal, to rape, to kill... "The same had probably happened to all the inhabitants of the village" Silvana thought. She was right.

The hut had a main small room with some blankets on the floor. A part of it was separated by a long blanket. Looking there they saw 2 semi filled bags, one had some fruits and some vegetables, the other had some tools. Clothes and blankets were hung on nails which were hammered on the wooden walls. "This must be used like a closet and a small store house" Rika thought as she took Silvana by the hand and dragged her there. It was not the safer place but it was their best option. The long blanket that separated this place from the rest hut was long till the floor; it hid them enough if the autonomists did not search. If they started to search... they were lost anyway. They were unarmed; their press identity cards were not enough at this place.

They heard the steps of the autonomists to come closer. Some doors were open and shut, like they were searching for people at first. Their hut should be the next one...

Silvana was shaking... Rika hugged her, to calm her for a while. "They are going to rape us, all of them" Silvana whispered at Rika's ear as she heard them to come closer. "Then they will sell us like meat in a local brothel or they will kill us"

Rika hugged even tighter Silvana, to calm her. She knew that Silvana was right. They should be very lucky to duck out of this difficult situation. Worst problem from Rika at that time was to stop Silvana who was in a strong panic. The Italian was ready to do something stupid. Rika noticed the Italian's eyes, they were bigger now, she was trembling all over, she was ready to run out, without to think what was expecting her there... When Rika hold her with all her might, not letting her to run away, Silvana looked for an instant to relax. Then she heard the steps of the autonomists to be even closer. The Italian photographer started to tremble again and opened her mouth to scream... Rika's hand was instantly on Silvana's open mouth. Silvana being under a big wave of panic bit hard Rika's hand.
Then, three things happened almost at the same time :

At first, a strong pain spread from Rika's palm to her head. Now she was the one who was ready to scream, she hardly managed to avoid it. Then they heard the autonomists to talk out of their hut. The Greek reporter had to do something before Silvana scream guiding them to what exactly she was afraid of. Rika had to do something and she had to do it very fast.

The door of the hut opened. Then the third thing happened... Without to think, Rika draw Silvana's head closer to her and she sealed the Italian's open mouth with her own. It was not an erotic kiss but she acted instinctively ; it was the first thing she thought feeling the Italian ready to scream.

Silvana's eyes turned bigger by surprise. She tried to push Rika away but the Greek was strong enough to hold her close, only wishing the Italian to not bit her tongue. They were in a tight hug, their bodies becoming one from head to toe, kissing each other. Their tongues met occasionally, they could not avoid it. Silvana understood Rika's intention and relaxed. The Greek stopped their kiss but she was still hugging Silvana tight.
Another man entered in the hut, they heard them to speak in an unknown to them language. One more step towards the long blanket, they should had decided to take a look behind it. Rika and Silvana were only some seconds away from hell...

Then an unexpected turn brought their salvation. The two women heard the sound of helicopters approaching the village, then sounds of machine guns. At the same time they heard the autonomists to scream from pain and to fight back with their guns.

The two men hurried to be out of the hut. To search better the hut was not their priority any more.

Next 15 minutes the two women, not in tight hug anymore but still behind the long blanket heard the sounds of a battle. Hearing the sounds and the screams of the autonomists they understood that it was a lopsided battle, the governmental forces should be more and better armed. Τhey heard jeeps to run away and other jeeps and helicopters to be after them. The shots were sounded more distant now...
Then they heard steps again and men to enter to their hut. A gun stepped away the long blanket uncovering the two women. They saw two young men dressed in governmental uniforms to look at them. Both women showed their press identity cards shouting "PRESS !" "PRESS !"
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Two hours later they were safe in their hotel.
Along with the soldiers who saved them the two women were the pivots (celebrities) of the day; their salvation was in every local channel. Some colleagues working to Local press or in other American and European magazines asked the two women for further details of their adventure. They promised to talk in details the next day. As they said now all they wanted was a warm bath, and to sleep.

One more hour later Rika had finished her hot bath, she was in panties and in her white robe. She was ready to drink something when she heard a knock on the door....

To be continued?