Chapter 12: Body Pains
Basta stirred awake. Anna was still laying on his body, only she'd managed to roll over in her sleep. Her cheek rested on his solid chest, her arm draped over his ribs. Basta smiled, and rubbed his eyes against the morning light. But when he remembered that he and Anna hadn't done...anything... he made a face. The lady moaned and stirred, and slowly her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes opened.
"Good morning" said Basta, smiling a bit.
"Oh, I am sorry!" She murmured sleepily, rising from his chest.
"No, don't be." Basta's smile widened.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep on you"
"Don't worry."
"What time is it?" She asked, looking about the room, disoriented. Just when Basta opened his mouth to answer that he didn't know, a loud banging on the door made them both jump and freeze. The person that was knocking wasn't being nice at all- they banged on the door with a hard, rapid fist. The look on Anna's face made Basta's hair stand on end. She looked absolutely terrified. "Landa" she mouthed, her hand shaking as her eyes continued to widen into saucers. The person outside the door banged harder.
"THIS IS THE SS! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" He repeated the message in German, English and French; each language as venomous and dangerous as the last. Anna seemed unable to move. Basta pushed her off his body, and looked for his escape. The window. As Anna struggled to calm herself, Basta dashed to the window and cranked it open. The pounding on the door persisted. Basta cast Anna a quick look of panic before plucking up his courage. He stared at the street below. It was a cobbled alley way, and no one seemed to be walking about below. The stones and concrete were as grey as the morning, and the streets were bone dry.
"Coming!" He heard Anna say, though her voice was shaking and terrified. She unchained the deadbolt. Basta didn't have any time. There was another pound at the door, so with his heart in his throat he acted upon impulse.
He jumped.
The pounding of the door and the SS's officer's angry shouts were left behind, and the whoosh of cold, morning air blasted past Basta's ears. He resisted every urge to scream as the ally way loomed below him. He knew that at any second he would feel the burn of pavement under his body. His fall seemed to last an eternity, but all too fast his body collided with the stone below. He yelped as his stocking feet pounded on the ground before he rolled forward, ripping the knees of his fatigues and tearing apart his skin. He let out a small, barely audible cry as fell ass over tea kettle, rolling a total of five times before grinding to a halt in the alley. He lay there for several moments, moaning in pain. He found it extremely hard to catch his breath, and his ears pounded as if the SS officer was banging on his eardrums. With a groan, he got to his feet, realising where his body was hurting: Knees, shoulder, wrists, lower back. He looked up at the second story window, at the curtains flapping in the breeze. He couldn't hear any shouting, which eased his heart rate a tiny bit. He limped forward, realising that his ankles ached and burned. As he ambled up the alley, unsure of where he was going, he felt something warm and wet dripping down his shins, tickling his skin. He looked down and saw that his knees were raw and bleeding, staining his fatigues. He groaned and limped onwards, nursing his burning shoulder.
Anna said that the SS would rip the city apart, looking for him. He felt his chest tightening in panic when he realised he had nowhere to go. He looked up and down the alley for some sort of hiding place. Further up the alley, looking on the street, Basta could see a black SS car cruising slowly. Basta cursed and darted as fast as he could on his injured legs to a basement window to his right. He punched a hole in the thin glass, cutting his knuckles, then pulled the latch, opening the window. It was a tight fit, but Basta had narrow shoulders. So with a bit of struggling and a grunt of pain, he managed to pull himself through into the darkness.
"OOF!" Basta lost his breath as he fell a good six feet, landing on a very cold stone floor. He hauled himself back up on the window sill, wincing with pain, and closed the window, before collapsing in the darkness. His stomach growled, but he ignored his hunger. The pain in his body was starting to get worse, and the bleeding on his knees wasn't stopping. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim lighting, and Basta realised that he was in a cellar. Wondering what sort of building he was in, Basta paced amongst the shelves, looking at the canned and jarred foods collecting dust on the wooden shelves. Up a few stairs was a wooden door. Basta contemplated opening it, wondering what was on the other side.
Basta waited outside the door for a long time, listening for sounds on the other side. When he heard nothing, he cautiously turned the door handle. It let out a loud CREEEEAAAKKKK! He cringed, but when still didn't hear anything, he lugged his bleeding body into the new space. He was surprised when he came across a small landing. Ahead of him to his right was a narrow staircase leading down to a second landing, with two doors opposite each other. Basta noticed the doors each had a sign on them. The door to the right had a pinup girl on the sign, the second door had a drawing of a strong, sailor man on it. Curious, Basta ignored the long stairway ahead and to the left, and crept towards the landing with the doors. He looked at the door with the pinup girl on it, and then the one with the sailor. He peered inside both, noticing that they were washrooms. He chose to enter in the sailor one, as he wasn't a pin up girl.
Basta hauled himself over the tiles, and collapsed near the sink. With a groan, he started the water and stripped out of his shirt. He winced when he saw purple bruising and a nasty scrape on his right shoulder. As water ran in the sink, he wriggled out of his fatigues. Standing before the mirror in nothing but his undershorts. His knees were a mess. The scrapes were all red, and blood steamed from them in thick dark lines. It hurt to bend the knees, and Basta really had no desire to clean them out. So he ripped a hand towel in two, and tied the fabric around his knees. He slid back into his fatigues, then wet another towel and washed the scrape on his shoulder. After washing his face and re-dressing, Basta collapsed on the floor and just sighed. He but his face in his hands and wondered about Anna. Was she alright? Was she still in her apartment? Did the SS officers give her a hard time? Would she come looking for him? He howled in frustration and pain before hauling himself to his feet, with the help of the porcelain sink. He limped from the bathroom, up the stairs to the landing. He glanced up the long flight of stairs, and his curiosity got the better of him. He held onto the railing with a vice grip as he limped up the stairs. He cautiously opened the door, and found himself looking at some sort of club. The floor was polished hardwood, glossy and smooth, and there were a number of round tables with unlit lamps in the center. There was a fancy bar, and a stage.
Basta winced as sharp pain shot up from his ankles. With a whimper, he crept across the floor to the bar. Panting, now, he looked at the shelves of liquor. He grabbed a bottle of Bacardi Rum, then retreated back to his cellar.
Crouching in a shadowy corner, Basta unscrewed the cap of the rum bottle, and took a swig. Rum was his favourite, and the Bacardi was far better than anything he'd drank back in Lombrica.
With the more sips he took, the less his wounds hurt. He sat in the basement all day, and by the time the sun had set, he had sobered up from his drinking in the morning. His wounds were a numb pain, and he found it difficult to walk. But he knew he couldn't stay in the club all night, as guests would soon arrive. With a cry of pain, Basta managed to pull himself up onto the narrow window sill. He popped the window open, and squeezed out into the cool evening. He shut the window, and limped back down the alley way, back towards Anna's apartment. He craned his head and looked two stories up, below the fading sky, and saw that the window was still open. Basta didn't know what to make of that.
Does that mean the SS officers took her away? Or is that an invitation for me to come back? He didn't know. He crept around to the wrought iron staircase, and very cautiously climbed the steps. When he reached the door, Basta took his chances and did a soft knock.
For the longest time he stood out in plain view on the top of the narrow little staircase, but eventually the door opened a crack and Anna's face became visible.
"Basta!" She cried, swinging the door open wide. "Get inside, quick." Basta sighed in relief and limped into Anna's cozy apartment. The warm air kissed his chilly skin, and he sighed in relief.
"Are you alright?" He asked her the moment he was inside.
"I'm fine... oh my god look at you! Basta re you alright?" Anna looked extremely worn out and stressed.
"I'm a bit sore" he confessed. "I was worried about you."
"Oh your poor knees... come inside, come sit on the couch." Basta limped over to the couch where he and Anna had spent the night, and sank into the fabric.
"What did they do?" He asked, wincing a bit.
"They checked the house quite thoroughly" she murmured. "Can I get you anything?" She asked.
"Would you mind if I showered?" He asked, realising that he didn't smell very peachy at all. Anna nodded.
"Yes of course. I'll get you some clean clothes to wear."
"Thanks" Basta limped over to Anna's tidy little bathroom, and closed the door. He started the water in the shower, then stripped out of his clothes and make shift bandages. He hopped under the steaming shower, and cried out loudly in pain when the hot water stung the open scrapes on his knees. He secretly prayed that Anna hadn't heard him cry out. He bonked his head against the wall, and stood limply under the water. The stream washed over his sore, taught body and he let out a loud sigh of relief.
Basta selected the bar of soap from the side of the tub, and rolled the bar in his hands. He used the suds on his hands to clean his body and his hair. Over the rush of water, though, he heard Anna's voice.
"I'm putting the clothes on the counter! I'm not looking, I promise!" Basta smirked to himself and watched as Anna fumbled through the bathroom with a hand over her eyes. She placed a pile of folded clothes on the vanity. She accidently bonked her knee on the vanity as she tried to leave the washroom. She closed the door behind her, and Basta let out a laugh.
He hopped out of the shower, and ran a towel over his wet body. He looked at the clothes that Anna had picked out for him.
Official German army fatigues- Basta figured these were Landa's, black undershorts with a tag on them (probably from the store downstairs), and a black tee shirt, most likely from the store as well. And a pair of white socks and a black leather belt with silver rectangle buckle. Basta pulled on the clothes, and winced as the fabric of the fatigues brushed over his raw knees.
"Anna?" He called softly, exiting the washroom.
"In here, Lieben" she said. Candles were lit on the living room coffee table. Anna was in the kitchen, holding a cup of wine. "How are your knees?" She asked, sipping her drink.
"Sore"
"Alright, let's wrap them, yes?" Anna smiled and left the kitchen. She went to the washroom, and came out holding a small tin first aid kit. Basta sat down on the couch, and rolled up the legs of his fatigues. Anna knelt before him, dressed in a beautiful dark red dress with a slight collar. Also wearing her golden cross necklace. Basta felt his throat tighten. She opened the first aid kit, and selected a roll of gauze. She leaned in towards Basta's knee. Very softly, she blew cool breath onto the stinging scrape. Basta stiffened and gulped. Anna's beautiful eyes turned up, to study his face. A smile pulled over her lips. All Basta could think was how beautiful she looked, wearing that dark red dress in the flickering candle light. She gently wrapped his knee in gauze, then taped the bandage together with medical tape.
"Landa came by today" she murmured, blowing soft breath on his second knee. Basta gulped.
"Did he?" He was feeling distracted. Partly due to the fact that Anna was knelt before him on her knees. He struggled to contain his excitement, as was quite pleased with himself. "Did he come with the other SS soldier?" he asked, swallowing a tingle in his throat. His heart beat fast in his chest.
"No, he came by on his own." She glanced up at him as she wrapped the knee. "He was looking for you."
"And he went away without a problem?"
"...Yes." Anna smiled a bit, then taped the gauze in place. Basta didn't know what to make of that. "Does it hurt anywhere else?" she asked, as Basta rolled the pant legs back down. He looked at her, kneeling down on the floor before him, looking submissive yet... suggestive.
"h-here" he murmured, motioning to his shoulder. Anna cocked her head and stood up. She leaned forward, pulling the collar away from his neck.
"I don't see anything" she said. Nervously, Basta pulled his shirt off, so Anna could see the bruise and scrape on his shoulder. Anna's cheeks turned pink, and Basta noticed that her eyes flicked down to look at the abs he had, before turning her attention back at the wound. "I can't wrap that" she said, smiling a bit. "But I could kiss it better." Basta's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. Yes, yes you could kiss it better... Anna smiled and her eyelids lowered as she leaned over his lap to gently kiss the bruise with soft lips. He sighed. "Anywhere else?" She asked, making eye contact. Basta blinked before putting a finger to the little scrape on his chin. Anna leaned in once again, gently kissing the little abrasion. Basta's heart thudded hard against his ribcage. He felt his entire body heat up, and his stomach felt like it had turn to liquid. "Anything else hurting?" She asked. Basta nodded a bit, and pointed to his cheek. Anna frowned a bit, while keeping her smile, and as she leaned in to peck his cheek, Basta turned his head and caught her lips with his. He brought a hand up to her face, and gently cupped her cheek. She kept her lips locked with his, then gently pulled away. Lips parted and eyelids lowered, Basta examined the beautiful face before him. Anna leaned in again, sucking his bottom lip. Basta took in a deep breath through his nose and felt Anna relax slightly. She made a move to straddle his lap, and he helped her by putting a strong hand on the back on her thigh. Anna put both her hands on his cheeks, and pulled apart before leaning in again, kissing his lips in smooth, swift rhythms. Basta sighed softly, and ran the tip of his tongue over her lips. Anna allowed him inside her mouth, and their tongues entwined. Basta smiled under her mouth as he explored behind her teeth and her sweet pallet. The young lady let out a soft moan, and Basta slid his hand from the back of her thigh towards the inside. When she let out another little moan, he squeezed her gently, tightening his grip and sliding her further onto the hardness in his pants. She angled her hips and shifted his weight, gratifying Basta was a shock of sensation. He gasped in her mouth and nearly bit her from the shocking jolt of pleasure. Anna's kisses grew faster and deeper, her tongue reaching in his mouth to meet his, then coming out so she could suck his lips. He tightened his grip on her thigh before sliding it further up, into the dress. He felt the lacy material of her garters under his fingers. He followed the material further up her leg until he came to the material of her undergarments. He dared himself to open his eyes while Anna kissed his lips. Her eyes were closed, and her dark lashes brushed his skin. He closed his eyes again and removed his hand from her thigh, and moving it up to her breast instead. He began gently squeezing the soft tissue, when both he and Anna opened their eyes at the same time. Basta studied the woman on his lap, and she seemed to be doing the same thing. She gently took his hand in hers, and slid it into the V of her dress. Basta's breath caught. He slid his hand past the tight material of her bra. He made a sound, having a hard time getting past the tightness of the garment. Once he had achieved his goal, fondling Anna to the point where she sighed in pleasure, he resumed kissing her lips. To return the favour, Anna ground her lower body into his again, making his breathing catch and waver. He could barely tolerate the pressure building below his belt buckle. He wanted so badly to take Anna, right there at that moment, but there was something about the making out that he really enjoyed. Perhaps it was the building of the suspense, he thought. He withdrew his hand from the bra, and broke apart from the kiss. Very gently, he shifted his body so that Anna was on her back on the couch, and so he was in push-up position over top of her. She tilted her head back, so Basta could place kisses all down her neck. Once he returned to her mouth, he slid his hand up her dress, back to the garters she wore. Driven by the desire to please Anna, he slid two fingers over her nether regions, pulling the thong away. His fingers were wet, he noticed. He took another deep breath through his nose and kissed her with more passion, then slid a finger over her clit. Anna reacted with a gasp, and gently bit his lower lip. Basta smiled over her mouth, and repeated the action with more pressure and movement. He built a rhythm, making her breathe harder and quicker. When she finally squeezed out a moan, he slid a finger inside of her. Anna gasped and bit Basta's ear lobe, rotating her hips, silently begging him for more. Basta teased her, made her whimper, before sliding two fingers inside of her. He knew what he wanted her to do, and he wouldn't stop until she gave it to him. As if reading his mind, she finally surrendered his desire to him: she moaned his name.
"Oh, Basta" her voice was hot and full of emotion. Basta smiled and kissed her lips long and hard before absently undoing his belt with his free hand. As he fumbled to undo the button and zipper, and replaced his hand with hers, and slid her dainty hand into the hot confines of his pants and shorts. Basta stifled a gasp when the lady beneath him grabbed his piece and began to work him into a hot mess. He panted and stopped kissing his partner. He had to lower his head, tickling her chin with his hair, in order to catch his breath. He struggled to not push his hips into her hand. Her free hand gently pulled Basta's arm out from under her dress. He had become so distracted by his own pleasure that he forgot to work on his partner. She didn't seem to mind, though, as she moaned when his hand found its way to her breast. Basta knew he would come at any moment. He didn't want to cum all over her dress, so, swallowing his desire, he blurted:
"Stop!" Anna took her hand away, and opened her eyes.
"Are you going to-?" she began. He nodded and, panting, put his stiffness back into his pants. He sat up, struggling to contain himself. Anna sat up as well, and fixed her hair. Basta thought: Oh god, I've made this so awkward! And he nervously chewed his lower lip. But, to his pleasant surprise, he looked up to see a blushing Anna smiling at him.