The execution of

Alyse and Daniel

by Phillip Marlowe

Alyse vainly struggled against the ropes that held her as the soldiers drug
her up stairs. She was happy to be out of that filthy cell. She had spent the night there; in the dark with fear her only companion. The Gestapo raided their radio room. They kicked in the door just as they were radioing London for supplies. Luc was on the radio and went for his gun. He got off a shot just before a soldier fired a burst of machine gun fire into his chest. He screamed as he fell back and knocked Daniel down. Alyse was by the door and the soldier grabbed her before she could get to her gun. They jumped Daniel as   he struggled to get out from under Luc's body. They were tied, blindfolded, and thrown into a truck to be taken somewhere in the countryside. The journey had ended in the cell. She had heard stories of  what the Gestapo did to prisoners, especially women, and the thoughts frightened her. The war had given her a taste for combat, but she had
not prepared her mind for torture.

She was taken to an upstairs room. Looking out the windows, she could see a large walled courtyard; she thought she was in a castle, but didn't know where. The soldiers drug her through a door and threw her into a chair. In another chair sat Daniel, her lover and comrade in arms. His face was swollen, a result of a rifle butt in the face. She smiled, feigning bravery. There were two soldiers facing them with machine guns.

He spoke, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," she replied almost a whisper.

The guard shouted something, and the soldiers came to attention. A tall thin man in a black SS uniform identifying his rank as a major walked in front of them. He said something to the guards. Then he spoke to Alyse and Daniel in fluent French.

"You have been betrayed by a member of your own unit. Normally I look forward to prisoners because it provides me with great entertainment as I find out who their comrades are. But that is not necessary here. We know who is in your unit, and eventually will capture them all. As it is, you're merely enemies of the Reich. As such, you will immediately be taken to the courtyard and shot." He
barked another order, rose and marched out of room.

The breath froze in Alyse's lungs as the Nazi's words rang in her ears. She looked at Daniel, eyes wild with fear and anxiety. They both tried to say something, but the guards pulled them up and toward the door before they had the chance. They held them under the arms and roughly drug
them down the stairs, feet dragging as they hit each step. Alyse was not afraid of death. Death had
been an everyday occurrence since the Germans arrived. She had been convinced that she would not survive the war, that she would be shot to death. She was more distressed that Daniel would die, but happy that she would die with him; she hoped that they would be shot together, that the moment of their death would be the same.

They were drug into the courtyard that she had seen from the office. She
looked up; the skies were clear and the sun was shining brightly. The air smelled fresh and clean. "What a wonderful day to die," she thought. A gang of soldiers with rifles stood on one side of the courtyard, and two thick poles, about four feet from a bullet scarred wall stood on the other. The soldiers took them to the poles as an officer called the soldiers to attention. Alyse thought there were about twenty of them. "Ten for me and ten for Daniel," she thought. The guards took her to one of the poles. It was taller than her and solidly buried in the ground. The guards untied one hand and jerked her arms behind her, pushing her breasts out proudly. They tied her around the waist and around the knees. Her feet were tied together. She looked longingly at Daniel. He spoke.

"I'm sorry we have to end this way."

"Don't be; we always knew that this might happen. We will be shot together, that makes me very happy; we'll be lovers forever. I love you Daniel."

Daniel forced a smile as he was tied. "I love you Alyse."

They stared at each other, and she thought of their last lovemaking session; the afternoon before they were captured. Their lovemaking had taken most of the afternoon, but her mind reviewed it in but a few seconds in glorious detail. Her womanhood began to tingle; a shiver swept through her, as she was lost in her erotic thought.

Her attention was broken by an officer with a medical symbol on his collar stepping in front of her. He raised a dagger in front of her face. "He's going to gut me" was her first thought. He took the blade and slit her blouse open to the waist, and cut her bra, exposing her to the sun, and the assembled soldiers across from her. He ran his hand across her chest, covertly rubbing her nipples, firm from her visions of Daniel. He taped a piece of paper between her breasts, where her heart was she guessed. He offered a blindfold, she refused. She wasn't sure why she refused. Maybe she just wanted to see the rifles blast her into oblivion. He walked to Daniel and repeated the routine, not lingering on his chest like he had hers. Daniel turned down the blindfold too.

She began to dream again. Her nipples remained as stiff as she ever remembered them being. The sun warmed her bare chest. Her sex was swollen as she was lost in the images from her memory, and the eroticism of the moment. Here she was exposed, in front of men who would shortly shoot her in the chest. There was no fear of approaching pain and death. It had been replaced with the sensual thoughts of Daniel and their sexual ecstasy. Her womanhood began to throb as the soldiers came
to attention.

She looked at him one more time. "I love you," she spoke, loud enough so all
could hear.

"I will love you throughout eternity," he responded, just as loudly.

She only had a second to smile at him one last time.

"Ready!" an officer shouted. She looked at the soldiers as they cocked their rifles and brought them to their shoulders. She looked down the barrels that would soon deliver her death. Her sex continued to throb, harder now. Her legs pressed together only enhanced the sensation of the orgasm that was starting.

"Aim!" came the next command. She was in full blown orgasmic delight now. Her breasts heaving as she sucked in the sweet air. She stared right at the rifles. Daniel shouted something, she strained to listen. Something about ...

"Fire!"

The explosion of the rifles was only a distant noise, as the bullets hit her like a thousand hammers, driving her back into the post. She let out a dull shout as they tore through her breasts and buried themselves deep inside her chest, taking fragments of shattered rib with them, rupturing her lungs as they ended her life. The
pain was instantly intense as the damage was done. She didn't die  immediately, she was aware of the agony of her wounds, the sensation of the blood filling her lungs and flowing down her chest. She fell over, tied at the waist, head drooped, deep red blood dripping from her mouth and out her body. She made a final rattle as she died, her heart blown apart. Daniel died just as horribly. Chest shattered, blood soaking his body and the ground around him.

The doctor came forward again. He checked them both for a heartbeat, stealing a feel of Alyse's nipple as he checked her. It surprised him to find it still erect. He shouted to some orderlies to remove the bodies. They cut the ropes letting them flop flaccidly to the to the ground. They threw both bodies on a single stretcher and took them to the morgue, placing them on the exam tables. The doctor cut the clothes from both of them. Their unseeing eyes were wide open as he washed the blood from them with a hose. He looked at the wounds, angry dark red holes, at least three in Daniel's heart and two in Alyse's, no chance of survival. The shooters had done a wonderful job. He would congratulate them on their marksmanship. He had the bodies taken to the crematorium.

The war eventually ended. The major and the doctor paid on the gallows.
Daniel and Alyse will go on forever.