Anna keeps pleasuring herself, completely unaware of the arrival of the soldiers.

I increased the speed of my strokes. The pleasure was mind numbing, and I could feel a strange buildup of pressure inside me. Panting hard, and whimpering, I furiously pumped my fingers into my tiny stretched hole. I was spraying small droplets of wetness everywhere inside the closet.

As the buildup of pressure and pleasure reached almost intolerable heights, I arched my back up off the floor until only my shoulders and the tips of my feet were touching the closet floor. I felt drops of wetness drip from my ass and lower back, splashing into the small puddle underneath. I increased the forcefulness of my pumping, the palm of my hand hitting my now open and swollen slit with audible wet smacks.

That's when I heard the footsteps. I immediately realized my mistake. Someone was in the room and I hadn't noticed until it was too late. I was hidden though, inside the closet, with the doors almost shut. If I was silent I might get lucky and not get discovered. All this was running through my head while I was still roughly pleasuring myself.