Nica and Tisha
The worst enemy is the one you can’t understand.
Tisha is like that. She was born in the Rocky wastes and now fights on the side
of the amazons. She’s short, her face is like a brass mask, always still and
without a single trace of expression. She doesn’t in the lest look like a
dangerous enemy. Tisha has narrow round shoulders and skinny arms. Her breast is
small but soft, and I can see small hairs growing around her nipples. Tisha’s
belly is very feminine, with the imbedded bellybutton and the black path of hair
below. Her butt is also skinny, and the only part of body which seems strong are
her thighs.
I can see all that because Tisha is standing before me absolutely naked. Same as
me. We’re about to start a very cruel and unpredictable art: fight with dirks
without any armor, naked, barefooted. My friends and Tisha’s amazons are
circling us, shouting out our names and rapping their weapons against their
shields. It seems to me that “Ni-ca! Ni-ca!” sounds louder...
This inspires me. Mechanically I press back my hair, although it is cut very
short, just like a boy – it’s much more convenient this way in the battle. I
notice that Tisha hasn’t braided her shoulder long black hair and it can help me
fight against her. We don’t shake hands and do not kiss. Tisha simply bowed to
me and took the position. She’s probably thirty or something... She began slowly
approaching me, holding her hand with the dirk at her tanned waist. Tisha is
nervous. She’s breathing loudly and licks her lips. Little streams rush from her
underarms down her sides. But I’m dry, I’m light and dexterous! It’s so hot and
wet in my feminine place, and this excites me even harder!
We do not dance, do not wave our butts and do not take beautiful positions, as
do the young and silly girls. We fight for life, for the common victory and
that’s why we move slowly and carefully. We test the ground with our bare feet
as though we were going to swim. Three feet between us. Two. One. I feel Tisha’s
warm, spicy breath. And I hit! Sharply, I drive my weapon into the dark little
spot of her bellybutton!
Damn! How come she’s so dexterous? I don’t know how but Tisha manages to put her
dirk under mine and I hear the metal screech. Immediately a strangling thunder
hits my belly. the air freezes in me, scarlet circles emerge before my eyes...
Bitch, she hit me with her fist, and so cruelly! Oh heavens, air, air, air... My
mouth is opened, I’m trying my best to inhale but I gasp anyway. Tisha is
approaching me like a cat from the left and the right, thinking of a better way
to plunge her dirk into my flesh. It’s forbidden to hit from behind. I suck a
little gasp of air into my lungs.
And it saves me.
Breathing, I stretch my back – and immediately get Tisha’s dirk in my belly! The
sharp pain explodes down there! The pain! Lord, how it hurts! I can hear my own
moan, it’s not human... I feel a torch burning in the lower part of my belly, I
cover this place with my hand and feel something leaking out of it, something
sticky... I begin to feel dizzy, my legs feel like clay... I don’t howl or moan
anymore – there’s a harsh grunting coming from my chest. I bend lower and lower
trying to hold my stand on the green grass. I hear the excited amazons shout:
“Tisha’s won!”
“Great! Right in her belly!”
“Nica’s finished!”
“She’s got it in the belly!”
“Tisha, Tisha, TISHA!!!”
I’m strong. I’m experienced. I’m arrogant! But my strength seems to be leaking
out of me like water form a cracked jar. And the cold, ruthless pain in the
belly grows more and more frightening. I feel that something inside me is torn,
broken... Oh heavens, I’m wounded...
The pain is accompanied by crazy fear. A wound in the guts is death. Long and
humiliating. I’ve seen it many times, but it wasn’t me! Oh heavens, why have you
turned away from me, haven’t I prayed so elaborately before this fight? My feet
can’t hold me any longer. Hugging the belly, I fall on my knees and worm in this
humiliating position. I quietly moan. I try to unite my teeth but my mouth
opens, gasping for air in vain.
Tisha is indifferently walking around. She squints at me and finally stand right
before me.
“Hey, Nica!”
Her voice is low and harsh. I look up at her, what does she want?
“I’ve defeated you, Nica.”
She speaks dryly, the brass mask of her face reflects neither triumph nor
anything else. The mask remains a mask.
“I’ve hit you in the guts. Accept your defeat and I’ll finish you off.”
There are two things burning in me – the pain and the childish, stupid anger!
Accept the victory of this little cat?! I gather myself together, everything
that I’ve been so proud of for 33 years and moan in reply:
“No... I will... fight...”
I manage to shut my mouth. Burning Tisha with my glance, I pull myself up with a
moan. My legs shake but they can hold me! The left hand still covering the
wound, the right clutches the dirk. I smile with the corner of my mouth and I
hear my friends supporting me.
“Nica! The brave Nica!”
“Fight, Nica, we believe in you!”
“Come on, Nica, you’ll defeat this bitch!”
The last shout belongs to Ulika, my little friend. Yesterday the little redhead
prayed for me to let her fight with Tisha instead of me. Tisha’s little eyes are
widened, she’s truly surprised. She has never seen a woman able to fight after a
hit in the guts. She dances somehow awkwardly, she steps back, keeping the armed
hand against her left tit.
Each step is a martyrdom to me. I’m shaking, the flame is burning my belly, and
the cold is freezing my pussy. I’m all wet with sweat. I know I can make only
one hit. If only the tanned bitch escapes me... Tisha, waving her butt, is
waiting for me. I’m weaker and weaker with every minute. Everything starts to
blur before my eyes... I tie my glance to the dirk of my enemy. She hold her
weapon near her left nipple, afraid of the deadly passado in the heart... I’ve
an idea!
With a harsh grunt, I drive my dirk to her tanned chest. Tisha screams and moves
her weapon forward – and it cut the air! I’ve cheated her! I plunge my dirk in
the spot right below her bellybutton. In this blow is my final strength and my
weight... And all my anger, all my dying fire! The wild, uncontrolled scream
emerges from my chest when I feel my blade plunge the dark smooth belly of me
enemy! I don’t hear myself anymore – I now hear the desperate meows of wounded
Tisha! Her dirk fall on the grass an inch away from my face. Her fingers, each
one with a ring on it, gather around the handle of my dirk stuck in her belly.
Tisha screeches and bends lower and lower. Then she falls on the ground next to
me.
And I’m helpless after the deadly blow. I lose my self-control and begin moaning
together with Tisha. I hide my wound with my both hands. I wriggle in pain which
grows more and more terrible. I can’t control my own body anymore. My mouth
opens by itself, my tongue sticking out of it, and my legs start moving
chaotically... Oh heavens, I’m dying! Leg, my legs. Please stop... But hey won’t
obey, they move as though I’m running somewhere...
The amazons don’t laugh and me. Frozen, they stare at their unlucky mercenary,
but they don’t approach her – Tisha is a stranger and she should die alone.
Through the veil of tears and see Tisha’s brass body arch like a bow – the woman
tries to pull my dirk out of her belly... and she only loses her last strength.
With quiet moans Tisha rolls on the grass, holding the handle. Her face still
looks like a mask, but now it’s the agony mask: tongue sticking out of her
mouth, eyes shut, tears rolling down her cheeks.
I also cry – it’s impossible to hold the tears. I feel grass and blood in my
mouth. Somebody’s hands touch me, hold my shoulders. Through the misty veil I
see the pretty face and the red hair. Ulika, my sweet! She whispers:
“Nica, dearest Nica! Try to rise! I’ll take you to priestess Ana, she will cure
your wound! Come on, Nica, honey, please!”
But I can’t move anymore. The pain controls me now. Inside of me, from the pussy
to the heart, there’s a terrible destruction. Something hot and salty on my
tongue – ah, my tears. I can hardly say:
“No, dear... I can’t... She stabbed me... in the guts... Ana won’t... I’m
dying...”
Ulika is even more scared than me! She covers her face with her hands. She
bursts into tears, kneeling before me. Through her sobs I hear a low long moan:
“N-n-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-c-a-a-a-a-a-a...”
That’s Tisha. Still holding the handle, she crawls to me. Her cold hand with
lots of silver rings falls upon my chest. Tisha’s face is no longer a mask. It’s
a natural face of a suffering woman. Her nostrils tremble, and the soft small
lips say simple words:
“You’ve defeated me... I’m dying... What a blow... O-o-o-o-oh!”
Yes, she moans and complains, this dark statue. She wants me to finish her off.
I’, feeling darker and darker with every minute. Each word steals a part of my
life, and there are not much parts left...
“Tisha... What... do... you ... want?”
“Kiss... me...”
Her lips are soft and wet. The tongue is rough, just like one of a kitten. Her
breath smells with wormwood and blood. My stark darkness becomes softer and
warmer. Tisha’s gentle breast with a few dark hairs around the nipples touches
mine, almost dead. The finger of my enemy crawls in my bellybutton, already
numb... I sink into darkness without any pain.
I touch her belly – it’s smooth and warm, wet with her sweat. The darkness
around sucks me in. I feel I’m all alone in the dark, and suddenly I’m on top of
myself. And Tisha. There are streams of warm morning air around me and two
stretched bodies under me. They are embraced. One belongs to a short
dark-skinned woman. The other is so familiar... It’s me, Nica.
But Nica isn’t there any longer. I spin up and up I see the green forests under
me, the beautiful rocks and the sea. I eventually get to the silver castles of
the clouds, and I understand that very soon I will meet all those who have gone
to the heavens before – our brave spear woman Tamara, our beautiful Aella, our
proud fighter Olcha, and we will be together till the end of time.
Ulika is weeping. Ana, the tall blonde of 40, kneels next to her in silence. She
put her hand on the girl’s shaking shoulders, she pats her red hair.
“Ulika, tell me... It’s important... What did Nica say? What were her last
words?”
“Together... Till the end of time...”
Copyright by Nica 2001.