Lets out a soft moan

Watching the frankly violent display got to her a little. Her index finger ran over her clitorus, trembling on it as the raw display of power in front of her took place. She didn't mean to, honestly, but the softest, most submissive of whimpers slithered out of her mouth, immediately followed by her hand leaping from her underwear to over her lips in a **** attempt to undo whatever impact that noise was going to have.

Ironically, it was the sound of her embarassed palm slapping on her lips that the raiders heard. The smacking sound made the group look up, stifling any sounds (except from the wailing of a few holes) and diverting their full attention onto her position. After a couple of inspective steps forward as Sasha held her ground, one of them spoke.

"Who the fuck goes there, and where the fuck do you think you are?" The closest raider said with a deep, booming voice. He was clearly ready for a quick, easy solution do his problem.