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Nakba Ch. 01

By: foxysephiroth2291



Rana tapped her foot idly on the granite floor, listening to the sound of water rushing through the cave wall. The moon light shone through small openings in the ceiling, bathing the cave in a dull luminescence. Rana took out her pocketwatch from her gown and flipped open the lid. "Late," she murmured to herself.

It was 12:03 in the morning, on July 11, 1948, in the hills outside the city of Ramleh. The British Mandate of Palestine was wracked in a civil war between the Jewish colonists and the native Palestinians, aided by irregulars from the Arab League. Ramleh was situated on the road between Tel Aviv and Jerusalem, and had thus far suffered little fighting; a Jewish force had tried to take the city two months earlier and had been repelled by the volunteer defenders. Still, late at night she could sometimes hear gunfire off towards the east, towards Jerusalem. Tonight was quiet, however. The night was cool, with a gentle wind blowing from the Mediterranean.

It was so quiet that she didn't hear the man come up from behind her seat and clasp a hand over her mouth. At first she jumped, but then she recognized a familiar scent. With her hand she freed herself and turned towards her attacker.

"You are late, sir," she said, a slight tinge of annoyance behind her voice.

The man smiled. Amir was a lean, built man of 20 years, born and raised on an olive farm near Ramleh. His hair hung in loose curls down to his shoulders. Rana had always envied his curls; it made her straight hair seem plain in comparison.

"I'm sorry, Rana. The rest of the defenders were training late and I had to supervise. You know I didn't want to miss this for the world."

Rana's annoyance melted away. Smiling, she took his hand in hers and took him to a blanket she had carefully laid out a half hour earlier. Flowers lined each side as well as candles. Amir placed his arms around Rana's waist. "It looks beautiful," he said.


"This is the anniversary of our first time together," Rana said a hand on his cheek. "It was worth all the effort." 

They seated themselves on the blanket and Rana produced a basket containing a bottle of wine and a parcel of pita spread with olive oil. Amir poured the wine as she doled out the pita between them.

"What have you been doing this past three days?" Rana asked, a question that she had anticipated asking. 

Amir sighed. "At this point we've just been trying to put together a new strategy. Ever since the truce between the Zionists and the Arab League fell apart three days ago it's been a mess. Rumors are flying everywhere, people say things on the radio, nobody knows what to believe." He paused to take another sip of wine. "Some people say the Egyptians are in Haifa, some people say the Zionists are attacking Galilee. The only thing people know is that we Palestinians have to prepare for the worst."

Rana took a bite out of her pita and paused after swallowing. "Amir, people here are scared. They have heard what the Zionists did to the villagers at Deir Yassin. They think the same thing might happen here in Ramleh and they don't know what to do."

Amir gazed blankly into his glass of wine, as if it had the answer to her question. Shaking his head, he upturned the glass and downed the liquid. "I don't know, Rana. It isn't as though the Arabs have been friendly to the Jews either. We cannot count on Zionist mercy."

Rana downed the rest of her glass, then stood and began to pace. "Why did it have to get this bad?" she said quietly, to no one in particular.

He stood and placed himself behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck. "It's not so bad. Abu Dahlan's goat just had three kids. I heard that one of them nearly bit one of Umm' Atah's fingers right off."

Rana laughed and punched Amir in the shoulder. Sighing, she leaned against him. "I worry about you," she admitted. "I mean, I know I'll be fine, but I really don't know about a weak seedling like you."

He grinned and brushed her cheek with his fingers. "We'll figure things out. Don't worry."

She pushed herself back and placed a hand on his cheek as well. Amir leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Rana's body fell towards his as she submitted to his kiss. She could smell the sweat on his neck from his training; it excited her. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed herself up, completely in his grasp as they hungrily kissed each other. He began to kiss down her neck and shoulders, drawing an excited gasp from her. "Oh god, I need you, Amir," she whispered. 

She dropped down to her feet and slowly pulled her straps off her gown. The loose material fell off in a blur, revealing nothing underneath except for a small garland of flowers surrounding her neck. Amir's eyes widened, a smile across his lips. 

He kissed her once more, his hands exploring her back, pushing and pulling at the flesh. She began to unbutton his uniform, her hands trembling from the excitement. But before she should get his shirt last button unfastened, Amir's hands had found its way between her legs. She gasped from the sudden sensation and clasped her arms around his back for support. As he began to rub his hand on her sex, she squealed and began to grind against it, her head thrown back in satisfaction. 

As Amir's one hand worked, he ran his other hand through Rana's hair. Rana loved it when he did that, as she was particularly proud of her hair. Amir's hand found her bowtie, and he deftly undid it. Her long hair fell down in waves, washing across her back and to her waist, which was grinding faster against Amir's hand. His hand began work faster and faster, and her curved hips matched his speed. Faster and faster they went, until he suddenly stopped. 

Rana looked at him with puzzlement for a second, before his hands clasped her shoulders and she was pushed down to her knees. She gasped slightly, and then smiled to herself. His hands hurriedly removed his pants and then his undergarments, revealing his throbbing member underneath. Rana was always mesmerized by the initial sight of it- thick and wet and throbbing. She let him take her head in his hand and thrust it towards her mouth. She loved to be dominated by his strength, for her body to be used for his lust. She began to lick up and down the hard surface of his manhood, taking in his taste and scent. As she did she could feel her own sex begin to throb, aroused by his dominance.

She then took his member into her mouth, thrusting herself forward as far as she could, feeling the hardness push against her throat. She opened her eyes and saw his approving lust play before his eyes; that was all she needed. She began to thrust the member in her mouth back and forth, sliding it against her tongue and sucking at it with vigor. As she did so she grasped it with one hand, moving in tandem motion with her mouth. He groaned and placed his hands on her head, grasping her hair tightly. She began to suck faster in response, encouraged by his grasp on her hair. Her lips began to go numb as his member thrust faster and faster. 

Rana then felt his body suddenly stiffen and he roughly pushed his full length into her mouth. He groaned loudly as his seed rushed out of him into her mouth. She quickly swallowed as the fluid came, savoring his taste. She continued to suck on him as his seed flowed, eliciting more approving groans from him. After a while his orgasm subsided, and his seed finally stopped its issue. She then withdrew her mouth from his softening member and looked up with him with a wicked smile. A trickle of fluid had escaped down her lips onto her chin. With a finger she collected it and placed it in her mouth to suck off.

With one hand she then began to stroke him once more. Her other hand moved down towards a nipple, which she began to slowly rub with a finger. During all of this her eyes were fixated on his, a gesture which clearly had an effect. His member began to immediately harden, and before long it had returned to its fully aroused length. When she felt that he could get no harder, she stopped stroking him. 

Rana then crawled to the middle of the bed she prepared, laid on her back, and splayed her legs out wide. She slowly inserted a finger into her sex, ran it around inside herself for a second, and then withdrew it. She then beckoned towards Amir with the wet finger, her juices dripping from the knuckle. His eyes widened from the carnal display and a grin crawled across his lips. 

He came to her and placed his body on top of hers, his swollen member positioned across her sex. He began to grind against her, drawing a sharp breath from her from the sensation. As he continued her juices began to flow profusely, bathing his manhood in a sleek sheen. Finally she could take no more of the teasing.

"Amir," she pleaded. "Please.."

She was cut off by his mouth locking onto hers in a passionate kiss. In one swift motion, he moved his hips off and then thrust forward, his member sliding into her wet sex with ease. A groan caught in her throat and her pelvis bucked against the penetration. They remained there, their flesh and lips united for a time. Amir then pulled his head back and gazed into her eyes.

"I am going to take you. Hard."

Rana licked her lips, and then responded by bucking her hips and slamming back against him with all her weight. Amir accepted the gesture, and began to thrust into her with a sudden fury. She gasped from the onslaught and tried her hardest to match each blow against her hips. The sounds of their flesh joining filled the cave around them, drowning out the sounds of the water. 

Partially unbidden words escaped Rana's lips in between animalistic grunts. "Oh yes, yes, more, Amir, more, harder, harder." She grabbed and pulled on his buttocks in an attempt to draw him into herself more. She then wrapped his legs around his back, allowing him to penetrate even further. Rana licked at his shoulders and neck, tasting the salty sweat that was beginning to bead on his body. 

He then began to slow his pace, a signal that Rana immediately picked up on. Gracefully she pivoted her body and shifted her weight. Amir followed and he was soon in a sitting position and her on top of him, his member remaining inside her the whole time. Placing her hands on his muscled abdomen for support, she began to ride him back and forth, savoring the sensation inside of her. Not quick enough for Amir, he grabbed her waist with both hands and pulled it up and crashed down against his member. Giggling at his impatience, she began to ride him with a new vigor.

As she rode him his hands began to explore her body. He ran his fingernails down her back, eliciting an approving groan from her. She then gasped with pleasure as his hands suddenly dug into the flesh on her buttocks, pulling on them to force her to ride him harder. She was so distracted by the motion that she barely had time to recognize that the sensations inside her loins had turned electric and was shooting to every corner of her body.

"Amir," she gasped. "I'm going to.."

Amir pushed her shoulders down and removed his legs from underneath her, causing him to be on top of her once more. He began to ram into her with an insane vehemence, and she could feel in his body that he was on the same edge she was. With one hand she stroked her clitoris with at a maddening pace. With the other she grabbed his hair, pulling him into another fiery kiss. Sweat ran down their faces in rivulets, and Rana could see bulging veins marked against his neck. Their vocalizations began to grow louder and louder, until between them it sounded like one continuous scream. The electric sensations were growing stronger and stronger, and Rana could distantly feel her limbs and neck spasm involuntarily. 

Then everything seemed to stop. Their eyes were locked together in an intense stare, and nothing could be seen beyond the other. Rana felt as though they were somewhere else, above their bodies, above the cave, above British Palestine, someplace...perfect. 


And then she came back. Sound roared into Rana's ears as she came. Her voice screamed, and her body spasmed wildly against Amir. Against the din of sound and sensation she could vaguely hear and see Amir's body stiffen and his member slam fully inside her. As his seed gushed out of him into her sex she screamed and her body spasmed again once more. She could feel her eyes rolling back into her head and the juices pouring out of her sex, mixing with Amir's seed. 

Then everything went briefly dark, and all she knew was the sound of their ragged breath panting in unison. When she regained herself she could feel Amir's wet body engulfing her own, his still-hard member inside her. Finally Amir motioned to remove himself from inside her, but was stopped by Rana's hand on his back. 

"No," she said, her mouth dry. A tear rolled down her eye, hurriedly wiped away. She smiled through it. "I...I just want to stay like this forever." 

Nakba Ch. 02



By the time Rana had made it back within sight of the village the sun was peeking up over the eastern horizon. She and Amir had spent hours in the cave just lying next to each other, no communication passing between them except between their eyes. Having to separate herself from his side was a cruel pain; every bit of clothing that she placed back on herself felt awkward and chafing compared to the feel of Amir's soft breath on her bare skin. Amir had left before her to quietly return to his post on the village perimeter that he had snuck from in order to meet with her. Rana left later, so as not to arouse suspicion.

As she made it onto the path a lone figure was visible, walking from the village towards the west. Rana squinted, and as they neared each other, she could make out the face of her friend Talya. Talya's family had immigrated from Russia nearly forty years prior, one of the earlier Jewish families to migrate to Palestine. 

From what Rana knew about the rest of Palestine, something like that was quite rare; most often the Jews and the Arabs lived separate from each other. Ramleh was different though; Jews and Arab lived as the same people, ate at the same table, sometimes even intermarried. When the civil war broke out the village leaders had made a statement of neutrality; Ramleh would take neither Zionist nor Arab side, and work towards a future involving both peoples living in a peaceful Palestine. This stance greatly angered both the Zionist and Arab sides, given Ramleh's strategic position on the road to Jerusalem. There was a constant fear of invasion.

She waved to Talya as they neared. "What brings you out here so early?"

Talya smiled thinly. She was clearly tired. "I just wanted to go for a walk. The village can get so claustrophobic, and I need some exercise anyway."

Rana laughed. "Yes, I've been meaning to say something about your fat arse, I could see it coming from a mile away." Talya laughed at that as well, given how thin both of the girls were.

Rana yawned. "Can I join you? I could use some company, and it's been a while since we've talked to each other."

Talya rubbed her eyes. "Um, how about later we meet for some tea? I could just use some time away, you know?"

Rana smiled and nodded. "Of course." She leaned in and pecked Talya on the cheek. "Be safe, achot." 

"And you, akht." 

Rana and Talya had been calling each other "sister" since they were in primary school. They had taught each other the Arabic and Hebrew words before they formally learned the languages, and since then they hardly even used their real names around each other. Rana still felt self-conscious speaking Hebrew around Talya's family however, though they applauded her for her efforts. Rana entered the village and walked towards her house on the hill.

*****

Talya waited outside the door. It had been 20 minutes since the guard had allowed her into the officer's quarters and informed the commander of her presence. The walk had been tiring, the summer heat pouring down onto the desert. Before she entered the quarters she washed her face at a faucet, wanting to look as presentable as possible. He hated when she was dirty.

Finally, the door opened. Ezra, a commander in the Irgun, opened the door, his black and white uniform shining. He waved her in silently, a grim look on his face. 

As they entered the room Ezra shut the door behind them and bolted it. He then grabbed one of Talya's breasts and shoved her roughly against the wall. "Get out of your clothes," he ordered sharply.

Talya complied immediately, peeling off her shawl and then her skirt. She worked as quickly as she could, not wanting to make him impatient; she had worn no underwear for the trip for that reason.

She stood rigid, her back straight. The room was cold, unbearably cold as she now discovered. Goosebumps began forming along her legs and feet, and she could feel her nipples tauten. Ezra noticed it as well. He took one of them between his fingers and rolled it around, as if examining them.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here. Are you looking forward to giving me pleasure?"

Talya swallowed and nodded. In response Ezra squeezed the nipple tightly, crushing it between his fingers. Talya squealed as a jolt of agonizing pleasure shot through her body, hot against the cold air of the room. As he continued to pinch on her nipple her knees wobbled slightly and her arms clutched desperately to her legs, but she maintained her balance. She could feel the blood rushing to her head and almost felt as though she would pass out until he finally released her.

Ezra's mouth curled into a sideways grin. "Talya, what would you like for me to do to you."

Her whole body was still aching from his use of her nipple. Her mind was in a flurry. Everything about him was transfixing, and she wanted so badly for him to inflict his lust upon her small body in whatever methods he wanted. His simple touch on her nipple was an addiction; she wanted more, all over her body, in her mouth, in her tensed cunt, wherever.

Her voice was hoarse. "I want to please you," she whispered.

Ezra nodded. With a hand he unzipped his pants and dropped them to his knees. His cock flopped out, dangling between his legs. Talya held her breath and her eyes widened at the sight. She needed it, she wanted to have it so badly. It was the only thing in her mind, and all other thoughts or inhibitions were blocked out.

Reflexively she obediently dropped to her knees in front of him, his cock the only thing in her view. She leaned forward, to absorb its tantalizing scent, to take it between her lips and taste the musk on its length, to run her tongue up and down, feeling the flesh invade her. But before she could, Ezra placed a hand on her head and pulled her back.

He tsked at her. "A little eager, are we?" With one large hand he took both of her hands, holding her arms above her head. He then allowed her to try and near his cock again. As her lips approached his cock's head, she discovered that his restraining of her arms had left her just out of reach of taking her inside him. She tried pulling her body against his tight grip to try and get to his cock, but to no avail; his hand gripped hers tightly, holding her him place. 

Finally, she craned her neck as far as she could, and pushed her tongue out to its full length. Her tongue neared him, closer and closer, until finally she grazed the slit of his cock with the tip of her tongue, taking in a stream of pre-cum that had issued from it.

As his taste began to register in her mind, she could feel her body begin to quake madly. Then, as she swallowed the small bit of his seed, a cruel pressure began to build up at her sex, issuing a harsh heat and forcing her instinctually cross her legs tightly to react against the sensation. Burning tendrils spread across her breasts and her lips, begging her to take more of his intoxicating seed inside her. "Oh god," she pleaded. "Please, let me have more of you. Please."

Her begging was cut off by him grabbing her hair with his free hand and forcing her mouth onto his manhood. She could barely hear her own muffled screams of ecstasy as her wet tongue slid up and down his pulsating cock, taking in the maddening flavor of sweat and precum. With his hold on her, Ezra used her arms and head like a marionette puppet, roughly thrusting his full length inside of her. As his cock pushed against the back of her throat she could feel tears coming to her eyes, but she paid them no mind; they were no more of sadness than the increasing wetness gushing from her sex. 

She was used in this way for what seemed like an agonizingly blissful eternity. Her arms had already fallen asleep, making her feel as though she was being dangled by some sort of supernatural force. The numbness was spreading throughout her lips and her neck, but she did not care, even as her saliva began to pour down her chin. The less she felt physically was all the more she could do to please him. Anything would be worth the feeling of his surging cum pouring down her throat, its heat streaming across her body. She anticipated that feeling would soon approach; his thrusting had become even rougher, faster, and his puppet-like grip over her body was weakening. 

She whined in disappointment as he suddenly dropped his grip on her, sending her limp body drooping to the floor. He removed his pants entirely and then with a hand scooped up Talya and dragged near the bed, her back out. Talya knew immediately what he wanted. She positioned in a near-flat manner against the front guardrails of the bed, her hands tightly clutching the rails in front of her. Ezra then gripped the backs of her legs tightly, and in a swift motion pulled them into the air. Her entire body was now suspended in the air, her hands gripping the guardrails, her back up, and his hands gripping her legs. It was in this position that he began to push his manhood inside her.

The initial feeling of his cock inserting into her pussy was nearly too much for Talya to bear; her hands felt like pudding and nearly lost their grip on the guardrail. She managed to maintain enough of her physical sense to keep her hold as he slowly pushed himself into her, inch by agonizing inch. She could feel her tight and boiling hot sex straining to accommodate his girth, each muscle taut as a bowstring inside her, firing dazingly intense sensations to her brain. The sensation was so much that she couldn't maintain the facilities to even scream; only her animal grunting was audible to her. As he finally penetrated her to his full length, even those vocalizations disappeared, and she was silent, her hands gripped to the frame tight as a vice.

He pulled himself out and slowly pushed himself back again, every millimeter of every vein and bulge on his cock registering in her overloaded mind. He then did so again, sending another jolt through her dazed body. And then, again, and again, until he reached a stride, thrusting into her body like a piston on a generator. Her mind seemed to shrink away at the overwhelming waves crashing at her body. Even blinking seemed like far too strenuous a task. Saliva and tears dripped from her face, uninhibited in her current cognitive state. Her eyes rolled around in her head, seeing only sparks of blue and white and green and black and red in front of her.

His thrusts quickened even more, furthering the already inhuman experience her body as enduring. She apparently blacked out, because after one moment she realized that her hands had finally slipped from their grip, and were now holding feebly on to the bottom of the frame. Ezra seemed to pay no mind to this; he continued his hold on her legs and his assault inside of her. In this new inclined position Talya could feel the blood rushing from the rest of her body to her head. She could feel the plateau coming to its end, and the imminent climax that would almost certainly destroy her. She moved her lips around to form words, but they felt foreign, as if she was speaking for the first time. Finally, she slurred out two words.

"I'm....com...ing...."

Ezra barked a laugh. "Oh no you don't, bitch. Not before I do." He immediately slowed his thrusting to sharp, angled blows, which brought her back down to reality. She squealed with every of his hard thrusts, wondering if they would drive her whole body through the wooden floor and into the soil underneath. His groans become more and more audible to her as her cunt noisily sucked at his cock. Her breath escaped in harsh gasps as his blows became even rougher, slamming against her pelvis, arching her back further and further outward. His thrusts increased speed again, and his grunts became less separated. Faster and faster they went, until it seemed as though the thrusting became one constant blur of sensation inside of her and his grunts became a single continuous scream. He then suddenly dropped her legs and her knees fell to the ground with a thud.

She immediately assumed a kneeling position in front of his cock, which he was stroking vigorously. She braced herself by gripping her hands to his rock-hard gluteal muscles, knowing what would come next. The first blast of semen landed on her shut right eye. It felt as though a knife had ripped through her face and hot air was rushing into her head, down through her body to her sobbing cunt. Her body screamed as the orgasm hit her, her figure quaking against him.The next blast hit her on her breasts, knocking the breath out of her and forcing her jaw open to gasp for air. Ezra took the opportunity to grab her head and push the full length of his cock into her gaping mouth.

As the third blast hit the back of her throat, it was as though Talya's body tore apart. Her muscles tensed in ways that she did believe possible. Her fingers and toes curved like talons, and her knees locked painfully. Her cunt sent waves of furious ecstasy throughout her body, her breasts flailing as her back spasmed. She shrieked in bliss again and again like a madwoman, the sound muffled by his ejaculating cock. Another blast hit her throat, and her entire physical sense was lost, everything turned red with her climax.

When she came back to reality, she was lying on the ground, one hand rubbing her cunt madly. The other hand was gathering up the cum that had landed on her breasts and face. She greedily sucked at every finger, the cum stretching like tendrils across her knuckles. As she swallowed she felt her body quake and tense in another orgasm, a shrill cry accompanying it. Finally her naked body collapsed, each muscle aching from the experience, her cunt still issuing her juices. 

*****

Ezra bit into his cigar and took a long puff. Talya lay on her side on the bed facing him, the bedsheet up to her waist. Every time they fucked Ezra would always go immediately for a cigar, and she would have to wait until he was done before they could talk about their plans. He had been working on this one for nearly ten minutes.

Finally he finished and put the cigar away. He turned his head towards her, acknowledging her presence for the first time in some time. "We plan to take the city tomorrow. Your position inside the city will be needed to assist us."

Talya nodded. She had been meeting with Ezra for nearly three months now. She had first met him during her first time in the Irgun camp that she had went to mostly out of curiosity. She had heard of the Irgun militia's efforts from many people; everyone knew about their goal of emptying the Palestinian mandate of Arabs, and their tactics, such as the slaughter of the Arabs at Deir Yassin. Talya was determined to not be on the losing side of the civil war, and she would not be killed for some hopeless cause of racial co-existence that the villagers of Ramleh subscribed to.

Once she met Ezra, a commander, and told her who she was, he immediately took her into the Irgun fold and realized that her place in the village could be of great use. They had met periodically since then, planning out ways to take control of the city for the Zionists. Until tonight, there were no solid plans, just ideas. But now would finally be the time to take action. Talya would be free from the lost battle that was Ramleh, and be able to start a new life in the newly created state of Israel.

"What do you need of me?" she asked, scratching his chest hair idly.

"We will need to disrupt the communications capability of the villagers inside. We will give you a radio scrambler to place at a certain point inside Ramleh. We will give you a map showing the position that you need to place it. The scrambler is not fully assembled yet, so you will need to return tonight to pick it up."

She nodded. "And then after the village is taken you take me to Tel Aviv, right?"

He looked away. "Yes, of course," he murmured. "That's what I said, right?" He then noticed that his cock was hard again, standing up straight. He stood and moved to her side of the bed. "Bend over," he ordered.

She immediately assumed a position on all fours. As his cock penetrated her still-sopping pussy once more she dug her head into the bed to muffle her shrill moans. 

*****

Rana sat near one of the village fountains, reading a book. The day had been quiet, so far; Amir was still on duty in the village guard and would be for the next two days straight. The absence was brutal to her, but she made the best of it she possibly could. Before the civil war started Rana had planned to go to the University of Cairo to get her degree in engineering, but the situation had changed and all she could do now was thumb through some old engineering textbooks that one of the villagers had. 

Rana looked up and noticed it was nearing sundown, with the light getting too dim to read. She glanced around the town square and saw Talya walking by.

"Achot," she called out. Talya turned towards her voice and waved. "How about get that tea that you said earlier?"

Talya hesitated for a moment before speaking. "No... I don't think I can right now," she said, shaking her head. "I'm feeling a little ill right now. I just need some air."

Rana could tell from her tone that she wanted to be alone. But why? "Are you sure? Some goat's milk warmed up should help you."

Talya smiled. "No, maybe later. Thank you, though. I'll see you later."

Rana saw Talya walk on the western road, towards the village gate. Right before she was lost from Rana's line of sight, a gust of wind blew through the road, sending Talya's skirt flying up. She quickly pulled it down, but not before Rana saw. Rana blinked again to make sure she was seeing straight, but what she saw was definitely true. Talya wasn't wearing any underwear. What the hell is going on? Rana thought for a second, and then went down the street to the cobbler store. 

In the store Abu Ahmad and his 16 year old son Mahmoud were busy shining pairs of shoes. They rose as she entered but she motioned for them to continue. "Abu Ahmad, can I borrow Mahmoud for a while?" she asked. The old man shrugged and Ahir dropped his work, following her out of the store.

"Mahmoud, I need you to do me a favor," Rana said quietly. "Talya is going for a walk outside the western wall. I want you to..." What do I want him to do? What am I sending him for? "I want you to keep an eye on her. Make sure she's safe. She's ill." Rahir nodded. "But follow from a distance and don't let her see you. She could use some space, understand?"

She handed Ahir a gold coin, which he quickly pocketed. He then strode down the street, following in the direction Talya had gone. Rana suddenly felt guilty for violating Talya's space, but she reasoned that if Talya was ill, she could use a hand near her if anything happened. Rana turned down the street, and walked towards her house to get some sleep.

*****

Rana was woken by the loud crack of gunfire. She jerked awake and frantically looked around her. Across the city was the sound of screams mixed in with the sound of the guns. Rana dashed to her window and saw fires on the edge of the city. Families were pouring out onto the streets, holding children and whatever belongings they could carry, running towards the eastern gates. They're here, Rana realized. Irgun is inside the city. But how? The defense perimeter was without a doubt the best in the Palestinian mandate; the Zionists had been repelled months earlier because of it. 

Rana was thankful that the rest of her family was in Gaza on business; they were at least safe from all of this. She quickly removed her nightdress and put her dayclothes on. She grabbed a luggage case from her closet and quickly threw a few belongings inside: a miniature Qu'ran that Amir had given her for last year's Eid, a set of clothes for changing, a stack of bank notes. Lastly she grabbed an unloaded pistol that she kept in her bedside drawer, along with a package of ammunition. 




Nakba Ch. 02



As she ran downstairs the door swung loudly open, causing Rana's stomach to jump. She quickly drew her pistol and pointed it at the door. A figure in dirty clothes stumbled in, out of breath.

"Mahmoud?" she asked, reholstering her pistol. She ran down the rest of the stairs and grabbed his shoulders. "What is it? Are you okay? Is Talya okay?"

Tears were in the boy's eyes. "Rana, the western wall, they've broken in, they're going to take the city, they're—"

Rana shook his shoulders to calm him down. "Slow down, Mahmoud. What is going on? Why did you come here?"

"Amir!" he cried. "Rana, they took him and the entire western guard prisoner! They somehow surprised them and came up behind them! My father saw the whole thing."

The boy continued rambling, but Rana did not hear. Her blood froze solid and a chill spread down her back. Oh no. Oh god. She shook him again to shut him up. "Where are they taking them? Do you know?" 

Mahmoud shook his head. "I don't know. My father said everything happened so fast... we were prepared for this! There is no way this could have happened!"

Thoughts swirled in Rana's mind. Finally one distinct memory returned to her. "Talya. Mahmoud, where did she go? Is she okay?"

Mahmoud blinked. "Oh God, I forgot to tell you. I followed her out past the hills to the edge of the desert. There was some sort of town there, and she went in, and I didn't see her again so I left and came back here. That was a while ago, though. I think she's okay as long as she wasn't in the city, right?"

Rana's eyes widened. The edge of the desert. "Mahmoud," she whispered urgently. "Did you see a flag or anything? Any uniforms of any sort?"

He squinted in thought. "There was a symbol that was on a lot of stuff... a black and white flag...with a hand holding a... a branch?"

She released his shoulders. "No," she said, deadpan. "Holding a gun." Irgun. Rana screamed, anger coursing through her. She violently kicked the table with her boot, sending the dinnerware flying and crashing noisily against the walls. 

*****

It had been a great night. After the city was taken, the Irgun had returned to the camp drunk on victory, singing Hatikvah and other anthems the entire way. Then, when they returned to camp they proceed to get drunk on the beer they had stolen from the Arabs. It was quite good quality; the Palestinian Arabs knew how to brew, if nothing else. The tavern in the camp was filled with drunken screams and lewd behavior. On one table a soldier had a female typist on his lap, drunkenly giggling and kissing each other. At another booth a woman had rose up onto the booth and tore off her shirt, flashing her breasts at the cheering soldiers. She then dove into the nearest soldier's arms and locked lips with him, drawing more cheers. Another soldier grabbed the skirt of a barmaid and pulled it down, revealing her underwear. She slammed a mug down on his head, pulled her skirt up, and continued with her duties.

After several hours, Ezra had had enough. He excused himself from his friends and stumbled back to his room. He fumbled with his key long enough to where he got it open. He stumbled into the room and then noticed the woman on the bed. 

She had olive skin and long hair that hung down to her waist. She was clothed in a tight, sleek black dress that covered the top of her breasts and barely down past her waist. Netted stockings covered her legs, down to her feet. She was seated at the edge of the bed, leaning slightly back, her long legs extending forward, a wicked grin on her face. Ezra had never seen her before.

"And who might you be, my lady?" he asked, his speech slightly slurred.

"A gift," she said sultrily. "To help celebrate the Zionist victory over the Arabs."

Ezra chuckled. One of the other commanders had probably put her up to this; female laborers and clerical workers were common in the Irgun camps, and they were always willing to take on extra duties to further their careers with Irgun. This one was definitely different, though. Most of the women in the camp were Ashkenazi, usually from Western Europe. 

She rose and took a glass of champagne that she had poured. She moved towards him, her hips swaying, her dress tightly clinging to her curves. She tilted the glass up and put it to Ezra's lips. Despite his current state of inebriation, he could not refuse, and drank it down willingly. She wiped down his lips with a handkerchief, and them moved him towards the bed. He sat down, his back facing towards her, and she began to knead and massage his shoulders.

The feeling was glorious. "So, my lady, tell me about yourself," he asked.

"My name is Ninette," she said, working on his tensed shoulders. "I came from from Morocco two years ago, and found Irgun. Thank God for that."

He grinned. "You came at a good time, Ninette. The war is in our favor. Soon we shall run all the Arab Muslims and Christians out of the holy land, back to their hovels in the desert."

She moved down to his back. "Mmmm, I heard the victory at Ramleh was a breeze."

He sighed. "Yeah, it was great. I recruited some slut turncoat from inside the city to disable their defenses so we could enter. It was one of the easiest victories so far."

Ninette nodded. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered. "Easy victories deserve easy rewards, wouldn't you say?" She placed a light kiss on his neck, then began to kiss down his shoulders. With her hands she reached over him and began to fondle his muscular chest, grazing her nails across his abs and his pecs. With a hand she then tilted his face towards him and locked lips with his. Her tongue danced in his mouth. Ezra found himself incredibly fascinated by this particular woman, moreso than any of the many others he had had recently. There was a boldness, a sense of individuality that he had never seen before.

She then swung around his body, seating herself on top of his lap. She then took his hand in hers and placed it on top of her covered breast, encouraging her to fondle him. As he squeezed her breasts she closed her eyes and moaned slightly, her lips parting. She then began to grind on his lap, gracefully pushing her body against his. Her pressure on his pelvis immediately began to arouse him. Her grinding became more insistent and she braced her hands on his shoulders to support him. 

Ezra pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her round breasts and her small black nipples. As he rubbed her nipples, Ninette pulled his shoulders towards her, encouraging him to lick her. Ezra found her controlling gestures to be extremely foreign to him; he had never been with a girl that had expressed such sexual determination before. It aroused him intensely. He licked her nipples eagerly, drawing a shudder from her. She ground against him further, his cock hard as steel under his trousers.

She deftly unbuttoned his shirt and tore it off him, exposing his torso. As he continued to lick her breasts she grabbed his hair tightly, moaning louder. She then stopped suddenly, rising off of him and stepping off of the bed. She turned her back to him and grabbed the top of her dress on her sides. She began to slowly peel her dress off of her, pushing it down towards the ground. Her hips wriggled seductively from side to side as more and more of her flesh was bared to him. As the dress moved past her ass and exposed the curves of her buttocks, Ezra's eyes widened and he began to press on his cock in anticipation. Finally she stepped out of the dress and turned to him, clothed only in her stockings and her heels. 

"Your pants might be in the way," she noted wryly. Ezra grinned and pulled his pants off, finally relieving the pressure on his tensed cock. She sidled to him again and placed a light hand on his cock. Her touch was infuriatingly arousing, and Ezra nearly had to bite his lip.

She then did something he did not expect. With a hand she pushed his shoulder, prodding him into a laying position. Her touch was physically weak but for some reason he felt compelled to follow her lead. She then positioned her body so that her knees were past his shoulders, her sex directly positioned above her face. Ezra's eyes widened; it had been a long time since he had ever given pleasure to a woman in this way. Even if he wanted to protest, he wouldn't have got an opportunity. She immediately lowered her hips down and his tongue met her pussy.

She moaned softly as he began to pleasure her. Her taste was glorious, sweet and bitter and everything a woman should be. He licked all around her lips and manipulated her clitoris, sending a shocked gasp through Ninette. Despite what he believed to be his relative clumsiness at it, she was clearly enjoying it, circling and grinding her ass against his face. He could see her fondling her own breasts, pinching her nipples. Her pleasure incited him to lick more vigorously at her.

Ezra's hips began to involuntarily thrust, his member wet and practically weeping for relief. Ninette noticed and she placed a finger on the head of his cock. "Hmm..." she said. "Something needs attention." 

She bent over from her current position straddling Ezra's head, her own face bent over his engorged cock. With a light grip she began to stroke his length, moving her hand from side to side, clenching at his flesh. She placed a kiss on his cockhead, her tongue grazing his slit. He tried to thrust his hips upward to force more of himself into her mouth, but she pushed him down firmly with a hand. "Patience, sir..." she murmured.

With the tip of her tongue she licked up and down the sides of his cock. One hand grazed his scrotum, gently squeezing it. Her tongue began to lick more firmly on his cock, bathing his length with a sheen of her saliva. After his cock had been sufficiently coated with her juices, she moved her mouth to his cockhead. With one hand stroking the length, she took the entire head into her mouth, sucking at it gently and then vigorously. Her head made circular motions as her tongue accessed every corner of his head, sending wet noises into the room. He groaned with pleasure as he continued to lick her sex.

She then took more of his length into her mouth, and more, until his entire cock was swallowed. She then began to suck his cock in earnest, expertly using all of her muscles to pleasure him orally. He continued likewise, and they both sucked on each other, grinding against the others mouths, sweat pouring off their bodies. Ezra had reached levels of arousal he never knew possible, and her mouth kept him on the edge of climax in perpetuity. She was apparently vigorously enjoying it as well, with her sex pressing against his mouth and issuing her slick juices across her legs.

She then rose suddenly and moved her legs down to his lower body. With one hand she grasped his cock and the other her pussy. His cock slid into her wet, aroused vagina with ease. Ezra's mouth clenched. Her pussy felt amazing around his cock, even better than her mouth. It's heat poured into him, its pressure tight and milking his member for all it could. He groaned and grabbed her waist, trying to force her onto him harder. She refused to let him take control of her, moving his hands up to her breasts instead. She rode him hard, circling her hips expertly as she did, exploring every angle that his cock could thrust into her. 

Ezra could feel his body tighten and his manhood clench as his orgasm approached. He held back as desperately as he could, gritting his teeth. Ninette saw his impending climax on his face, and immediately removed his cock from inside her. She straddled his knees, stroking his cock two-handed with an iron grip. He grabbed the sides of the bed as his cum began to shoot out of him. The power of his orgasm was such that his throat tensed, air blocked out of his lungs. As his orgasm continued, he pulled hard on the bedframe, and it came apart with a deafening crash. Finally his ejaculations subsided, his body relaxing.

Ninette rose and retrieved a towel from the dresser, wiped her hands, and then threw it to Ezra. He caught it and wiped himself off, wryly thinking about he usually forced women to swallow his seed, but this one would not have any of it.

As she settled in next to his side, he sighed. "Fuck..." he said dazedly. "That was the best I've had in years. Maybe ever."

She tilted her head. "Better than the thrill of battle?" she asked innocently. He laughed.

"Eh, taking over Ramleh wasn't such a thrilling ordeal. Our spy inside destroyed their communications, so we had no problem taking them out while disorganized. Hell, I think we shipped off their entire village guard to the stockade in Jerusalem. At least, the ones we didn't kill."

"Jerusalem?" Ninette asked absently, getting up to move towards the bedside drawer. Ezra nodded as she reached for the cigar case on top. "Before you arrived I couldn't help but notice your cigars. Do you mind?"

He shook his head and watched as she expertly prepared a cigar and lit it. She likes cigars after sex too, he thought amusedly. She took a puff and breathed it out. The sight of the nude woman smoking a cigar made Ezra hard all over again. God, this slut is so fucking hot, Ezra thought to himself.

Ninette then picked out another cigar, lit it, and placed it in Ezra's mouth. He took a puff, and grinned at her. This is going to be a great night, he thought.

*****

Talya sat at a rock at the camp entrance. It had been nearly three hours since the time that Ezra was supposed to meet her. Why is he late? she thought impatiently. He had told her to meet her at the camp entrance so she could formally be enlisted in the Irgun ranks due to her service inside Ramleh. Ramleh. She didn't want to think about it. She had heard stories from the returning militants about the things they had did inside the city. She had no idea if they were telling the truth or not, but she preferred not to know. The city would have fallen eventually, she reasoned. And they would have taken me down with them.

She looked around again. Nobody. Sighing, she rose. She decided that she would check Ezra's room, just to make sure that he wasn't there. She moved through the silent camp, with most of the celebrating soldiers now drunk and asleep in their beds. She found the officer's quarters and entered quietly, walking down to Ezra's room.

Tayla slowly opened the door, hoping that it wouldn't creak. As the door opened she could see Ezra lying on the bed asleep, his blanket pulled up to his bare chest. She closed the door, then took a step in and then realized she was standing on something...soft? She bent down and saw pieces of finely ripped fabric, barely distinguishable against the dark floor. She picked up a piece, rolled it around in her fingers, and put it back down. It's probably nothing, she reasoned. Just a dirty uniform that needed disposing.

She edged towards his bedside, moving silently against the wooden floor. As she reached his bedside she touched his shoulder gently to wake him up. When that induced no response, she shook him slightly harder. Again no response. She thought for a second and then bent over the candle lamp next to his bed. She took a match, struck it and then lit it, illuminating the area in a dim yet painful light. 

When Tayla's eyes adjusted, she bent over Ezra's face. Almost instantly she jumped back in horror. Ezra's face was white as chalk, his eyes rolled back up into his head. His mouth was open, his tongue lolling out mindlessly. His body was still, no breath entering or exiting. A panic spread across Talya and she shook his shoulders as hard as she could. 

"Ezra," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "Ezra, what happened? Wake up! Can you hear me? Ezra!" She bent across his face to administer pulmonary respiration to him, but stopped suddenly when a voice quietly interrupted her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. It's probably all over his lips."

Talya spun around so quickly that her legs became and tangled and she fell down at the side of the bed, her heart pounding. Her head was spinning in fear and a cold sweat poured down her forehead. "Who...who is there? What is going on? Please..."

A figure stepped into the dim light. The flickering of the candle vaguely illuminated the curves of a woman's body, but gave no intimation of her facial features that Talya could identify. "Cyanide pellet in the cigar," the woman said. "The fool made it so easy."

The figure stepped closer. The woman was naked, save for a pistol pointed at Talya's face. Talya's mouth gaped as the light spread across the woman's face. "Y...you?" she gasped.

Rana glared at her, her eyes shining with a cold fury. "I had to steal a dress from one of the Zionists in order to entice him," she explained. "After I was done with him I ripped the accursed thing to shreds."

"Akht..." Fear gripped Talya like a vice. "Why?"

Rana gave a contemptuous laugh. "What was the price for Ramleh? A nice fucking every once in a while by an Irgun commander? A servant position for a Jewish minister in Jerusalem? What was it?"

Talya found Rana's nudity discomforting and threatening, on top of the gun. Some primal anger was in Rana that she had never seen before. "He...he was going to take me to Tel Aviv—"

"You stupid bitch," Rana half-yelled. "He wasn't going to take you to Tel Aviv. He didn't give a shit about you. You know what he said to me after I fucked the bastard? 'That was the best I've had in years,' is what he said." A triumphant smile spread across Rana's lips.

Tears flowed down Talya's cheeks, her mind spinning. She shut her eyes. "These are my people," she whispered. 

Rana shook her head. "No. We are your people. Or, at least we were. You're not coming back to us. They all know what you did. And you won't be able to join them either," she said, waving her gun towards the dead Ezra. "You're the only non-Irgun that they know he's been in contact with. Not only that, you're a known turncoat, and the prime suspect. You'll be lucky if they kill you on sight."

The tears stopped. Talya's face went blank as she realized that she was trapped. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought sorrowfully. 

"Get out of your clothes," Rana ordered. "Make it quick. I can just as easily plant a bullet between your eyes and take them from your dead body."

Talya obeyed without protest, her face showing no emotion. The air was horribly cold against her bare skin. As she placed the Irgun uniform on the bed, she faced Rana. Although Rana was naked as well, Talya felt crushingly vulnerable. Without her clothes she felt small and ugly against the beautiful figure of Rana, standing tall and terrible with the gun pointed at her. She crossed her arms about her shoulders for some semblance of comfort. She needs my Irgun uniform, Talya realized.

"What are you going to do?" Talya asked, her voice quavering. "Are you going to try and get Amir back?"

Rana's eyes narrowed. "I suggest you go to Jaffa. Maybe if you suck on some more Zionist cock you'll be able to earn enough to buy your way onto a ship to America. Get out, Talya."

Rana had not called her by her real name since they had barely met. The word cut her deeper than any bullet could have. She trudged out of the room, her head bowed in defeat.