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  Annabella was wet and aroused—whether from her earlier encounter with Redmond or from what was happening to her at that moment, she did not know. And the general was exciting her even more.

  “It appears that you want to fuck someone,” he said, inserting two very slick fingers inside her, then slowly moving them in and out. “The Hessian soldiers have joined our cause with far fewer women than the British. Their appetites often go unappeased for great lengths of time.” The general quickened his finger thrusts. “They are as ready to fuck as they are to fight at a moment’s notice.”

  Annabella closed her eyes to heighten the sensation. General Strathmore was pleasuring her. It was what she had fantasized about for months. Against her better judgment, she moaned.

  “Ha!” the general laughed. He ripped his fingers away. “Put her on the table,” he commanded.

  She flailed as three of the Hessians lifted her onto the hard wooden surface. Seeming to know precisely what to do, they laid her down. Two each held an arm, while the third shoved up her skirts and opened her legs to expose her now-glistening pink flesh for all the men in the room to see.

  Redmond struggled against his restraints.

  “Hush, my boy,” scolded the general. “We’re only going to give her what she wants.” He looked down at Redmond’s erection jutting forth from his opened placket. “I think you’ll enjoy the show, as well.” He turned to the Hessians. “Take out your pricks,” he commanded.

  Each soldier obeyed gladly.

  The general once again dipped his fingers in Annabella’s sticky wetness, tantalizing her, watching her with a quirked brow, knowing his expert touch was driving her into the abyss of lust. He pinched her clit, and she jerked and cried out in shock and delight. He massaged the nub slowly, a smile spreading across his face as she further dissolved into wantonness. She pressed her hips against his fingers demanding more, needing his attention just a little bit longer—

  Suddenly, he took his hand away.

  She exhaled her distress.

  “Beg for it,” he said.

  She knew he enjoyed being in control, but he had never been so cruel. “Please,” she began hoarsely. “Please, sir. I want you to pleasure me.”

  “Will you do anything?”

  Oh, God. “I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

  “Say ‘yes’ and you’ll find out.”

  Annabella looked around at the seven men in the room, at the seven engorged pricks. Even Redmond’s. The general’s huge member pressed against his still-fastened breeches. The sight sparked a thrill that ignited her lascivious fantasies, setting them ablaze and out of control.

  “Yes,” she answered with an unexpected tone that expressed her eagerness all too clearly.

  Redmond’s horrified expression almost killed her, but she had no time to think before the general grabbed her by the ankle and turned her ninety degrees on the worktable so her body lay on the shorter width. Her head now hung off the side.

  Responding to General Strathmore’s orders, one of the Hessians positioned himself at her head and pushed his prick in her mouth.

  Another entered her cunt.

  As one corps the men moved in and out of her orifices, sometimes in unison, sometimes varying their speed and thrusts. The general’s fingers continued playing with her sensitized clitoris.

  Annabella tried to accommodate the impossibly huge cock in her mouth without spitting and gagging. The Hessian cared very little for her needs, only adjusting the depth of his thrusts according to his own whim. He reached out for her breasts, now fully exposed as they spilled from her undergarments, squeezing the inflamed peaks in rhythm to his panting breaths. She writhed on the table under the double ecstasy of the general’s finger and the other officer’s abundant manhood. She tasted a drop of musky emission and knew the soldier at her mouth was about to come. She prepared herself.

  “Next man!”

  With military precision the men executed the general’s orders. There was now a new man at each of her gaping holes eager to do his duty. From what she could tell, the three remaining Germans were masturbating. Not one had come yet, and the general was not letting her come either. He masterfully toyed with her clit, as she clipped the cock in her cunt edging toward abandon. Her climax was imminent. She thrust harder against her tormentor’s hand.

  “Next man!”

  Annabella could have screamed in frustration, but the cock in her mouth was too quick. She was penetrated below by a most lusciously thick tool. She eagerly squeezed it in appreciation.

  “You two. Work on him.”

  She quickly counted. One of the Hessians was in her mouth, two more stood on either side of him pumping their enormous pricks. Someone was fucking her—was it the general? It was a fantasy come true, a fantasy she so wanted to indulge in, except she worried about Redmond. Two of the Hessians were unaccounted for.

  Annabella spit out the man at her mouth and lifted her head, seeking purchase to raise herself on her elbows. The general smiled amusedly as he penetrated her. Two of the Hessians were at Redmond’s chair. She scrambled to get off the table but the Hessians at her side grabbed her arms. The general pushed his cock inside her as far as it would go, then leaned in and held her by the throat.

  “I think she wants to watch,” he said to no one in particular.

  “Don’t you dare hurt him!” she choked, tears filling her eyes.

  “On the contrary, girl. No one is going to hurt your young man. In fact, he may find what is done to him quite pleasurable.” The general pulled out to play with her wetness again, this time drawing the moisture to the puckered hole of her arse. He eased a finger inside the tight orifice.

  Annabella gasped and lurched, trying to dislodge the general’s finger, only succeeding in tightening her muscles around him. His invading digit burned inside her as it slid slowly in and out.

  “Ah. Apparently your lover has left this virginity intact. Good.” The general pulled out of her arse to once again play in her swollen cunt, this time wetting another finger alongside. His left hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. Then he calmly pushed his two wet fingers inside her anus, stretching her. “You’ll find it much more enjoyable if you relax, my dear.” He pushed and pulled his two fingers in Annabella’s arse, while his thumb worked once more on her frustrated clit.

  Mouth agape, panting, she stared at him during the sensual assault, gradually feeling the tight ring of muscles inside her loosen. She ever so slightly began to move her hips in encouragement.

  “That’s right. Let me pleasure you.” Still delicately working her excited clit with his thumb, the general removed his fingers from her arse and took hold of his still-stiff shaft with his left hand. After two quick shoves in her dripping cunt, he positioned his prodigious prick at the tighter hole.

  “No!” Annabella croaked, her voice ragged.

  The general said nothing. He spit on his cock, then with excruciating deliberateness pushed his way into her arse while applying more pressure on her engorged nub. It was heaven and hell all at once.

  Redmond rocked in his chair, his expression racked with hate. One of the Hessians at his side held him solidly by the shoulders while the other grabbed his cock and began masturbating him despite his struggles.

  Annabella wanted to scream for them to stop, but the wondrously lewd assault on her own body was too overwhelming. If she couldn’t see what they were doing to Redmond, she would be able to endure the experience. She tried to lie back on the table.

  “Remain as you are,” the general commanded.

  In support of the general’s order, one of the Hessian officers held her steady as she straightened her arms. With his hand at the back of her head, the German turned her to witness the violation of Redmond, then released her to take his place by the groom’s chair. Four of the Hessians jerked themselves as one furiously frigged Redmond.

  The general’s eyes bore into her as she watched Redmond’s face and body exhibit all the te
ll-tale signs of building toward climax. Unwittingly, she was surging toward the same culmination. The general, this time, did not stop stimulating her. His thrusts were stronger, deeper. The pain had turned into delirious ecstasy long ago.

  The four Hessians pumped furiously at their machines while one did the same to Redmond. Her betrothed was lost to her. His eyes were closed, his expression screwed in a fight between submission and control. As if on cue, two of the officers exploded at once, spurting their creamy fluid onto Redmond’s upturned face.

  Annabella was at her peak. She tried to hold on, to challenge the general’s dominance, but he was truly her master. She screamed her orgasm, desperately pressing her body against the general’s prick and thumb. General Strathmore shot his hot seed inside her bowels with a sharp groan.

  Redmond came a second later.

  “She’s all yours, gentlemen,” the general said viciously as he stepped away and took out a handkerchief.

  The Hessian who had violated Redmond took the general’s place between her legs, ramming her neglected cunt. The other two Germans matched his rhythm with their hands, vigorously masturbating their now dangerously engorged pricks.

  At the last possible moment the Hessian inside her pulled out. All three men erupted at once, milky jets streaming against her thighs.

  “General Strathmore, sir?” The voice at the stable door was tentative but firm.

  The general looked up from fastening his breeches. “Ah, yes, Lieutenant Hawkins. What can I do for you?”

  Lieutenant Hawkins surveyed the room casually, as if he had witnessed such lurid scenes before. “A dispatch, sir. From Colonel Woods. About your wife.” He said this last with just a touch of derision.

  “Thank you, lieutenant. I will see you in my office presently.” The general turned to Annabella. “You will like Colonel and Mrs. Woods, my dear, when you reside with them in Manhattan. The colonel is much like myself.”

  Annabella sensed the lieutenant’s gaze from across the room. He knew who she was, would know her mistress would be utterly appalled by such abuse, and might be able to help Redmond. She turned to him with a pleading expression. He merely pursed his lips and walked away.

  * * * * *

  That night, Redmond crammed his few belongings in a knapsack, vowing to avenge his assault and Annabella’s rape. He desperately hoped her too-easy submission had been an act of appeasement, but could not erase her expression of utter abandon under General Strathmore’s touch. She needed to learn who her true lord and master was.

  He braced himself against the biting midnight air and slunk away into the surrounding woods.

  Chapter Four

  Captain Samuel Taylor woke to a familiar arm draped across his hip, a warm hand wrapped around his morning erection. Nestled against him was the soft, plump form of Prudence, the whore he had enjoyed the night before. He turned to the sleeping man on his other side. First Lieutenant Patrick Hamilton had his own whore sprawled over his nude body and yet somehow had managed to free up his hand to grab Sam’s prick.

  “Let me go, Pat,” Sam whispered softly in his junior officer’s ear. “Or there’ll be the devil to pay. Besides, I have to pee.” Not getting a reaction, he extracted himself from the mass of bodies on the bed and went to the chamber pot to piss a healthy stream.

  Prudence squirmed sleepily and rolled onto her stomach. He smiled at her as he fumbled for his clothes among the various garments strewn about the room.

  “You not coming back to bed, love?” she asked.

  Sam held a shirt against his chest and decided it was his.

  “You get a morning fuck for your money.”

  He tossed the shirt aside and jumped on the bed. “Then what are we waiting for?”

  She squealed as he tugged her on top to knead her abundant breasts.

  The mattress bounced under their enthusiastic tumbling, eliciting an annoyed grunt from Pat. “Christ, Sam,” he said, pushing Sam with his feet. “You’ll wake Chastity.”

  “Chas needs to get up anyway for your morning fuck, lieutenant,” remarked Prudence.

  “Isn’t that always extra?” Pat yawned.

  “Mr. Bridgers likes the two of you patriot boys. You get it for free.” Prudence threaded her fingers through Sam’s chest hair, then licked a nipple. He encouraged her with a sigh. She knew how to rouse a man first thing in the morning.

  Chastity finally stirred from her slumber. “Ugh, I feel awful,” she whined, grabbing her belly and curling up, revealing a spot of blood on the sheets.

  “Chas! You started your courses!” Prudence waved at the red stain.

  Chastity groaned, then turned over to kiss Pat. “Sorry, love. You’ll have to settle for a suck.” She drew a finger across the stubble of his face. “At least we know you’re not a father this month.”

  Pat nipped at Chastity’s finger. “You’re not supposed to know about that.”

  “Connie and I don’t keep secrets, lieutenant.” She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “We’re like sisters. She said you would have married her but for the war.”

  “And Mr. Bridgers doesn’t want children in his whorehouse,” added Prudence.

  Sam glanced sidelong at Pat. That the incident still stung was reflected in the twinge of regret that flickered across Pat’s face. After the pregnancy had been ended they never spoke of it again.

  “We have to leave soon anyway, girls.” Sam twisted his fingers through Prudence’s blond locks. “You know, the British are mere miles away.”

  “What about a quick one, then?” said Chastity. “I mean a suck in my condition. I bet I can suck off Pat quicker than you can do Sam, Pru!”

  “Ha!” Sam laughed. “And the losing man—he who spends the quickest—has to pay for both whores. What say you, Pat?”

  “Agreed,” said Patrick, with a smirk “I forget, captain, how many times did you come last night?”

  Sam smirked back. Pat had apparently noticed he had passed most of the night pleasuring Prudence before attending to his own needs. Pat knew his urges far too well. Sam was practically bursting.

  Still, he would have to teach his lieutenant a lesson in overconfidence.

  Chastity scrambled between Pat’s legs and quickly took his semi-erect prick in her mouth.

  “Hey! Whose side are you on, Chas!” Pat complained.

  Chastity hummed a laugh with her mouth now full of Pat’s engorged cock. Prudence made quick work of Sam, too, sucking and licking him to full-stand, teasing his stones with nimble fingers. Before long, the girls pumped away with their mouths, glancing and giggling at each other.

  Sam indulged himself with a quick peek at Pat. He rarely got a chance to watch his descent into ecstasy. His eyes were closed, his mouth agape, smiling, his satisfied groans matched the rhythm of Chastity’s bobs. The arousing display was intensified by Prudence’s efforts below. He had to restrain the urge to smooth his palm over Pat’s flexing abdomen, to cup his rough cheek as he plundered his mouth.

  Prudence slid Sam’s cock to the back of her throat, doing something devilish with her tongue, something Pat never did to him. He groaned as she clipped the glans, stroked her hair in appreciation, wanting so desperately to simply give in. But pride reared its ugly head. With Pru’s professional skills, he would be the losing man if he did not do something quickly.

  He grabbed her shoulders and dragged her with him as he scooted alongside Pat until the hair of Pat’s arm tickled his own. He sucked his middle finger, wetting it thoroughly, then nudged his hand under Pat’s butt.

  “Hey!” Pat’s eyes flew open, and realization quickly ensued. He pushed Chastity’s head back down while lifting his hips just enough. Sam found his puckered hole and slowly inserted his wet digit. Pat relaxed for his invasion, keeping silent as Sam delved deeper, the secrecy of their mutual craving heightening the sensual tension.

  Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against Pat’s ear. “Don’t you wish it were my prick fucking you … slowly … in your tight arse
?” He exhaled a teasing moan. “You know how big I am … I fill you, I stretch you … and you love it. You love how your arse burns when I tear you open…”

  A grin spread across Pat’s face as he growled a husky groan, resonating within Sam from their point of connection. Sam sucked in a breath to maintain his own control.

  “You love it when I reach around to take your hard cock in my grip … pumping you … steadily … forcefully … as only a man knows how to pleasure another.”

  “Damn you, damn, damn, damn,” Pat muttered, his head lolling on the pillow.

  Sam quickened his thrusts as Pat flexed around him. “I’m frigging you hard … harder, faster … my cock so deep inside you … my stones slap against yours. Your stones tighten … you’re gonna spend. God, I’m gonna spend too … I’m gonna spend my scorching hot seed in your arse.”

  Pat grabbed Chastity’s head and pushed her into his crotch as he thrust up, blaspheming loudly as he came down her throat. Her swallows beat a metrical accent under his continued grunting moans. Sam massaged until every bit of spunk was expelled.

  Pat realized his defeat. “No fair!” he cried.

  Sam laughed and pulled out surreptitiously. He lay back and gave in to Prudence’s expertise, coming quickly in her mouth. She held him inside her, gulping until she had savored every drop.

  A sharp knock on the door sounded the alarm before it was opened. Paul Bridgers poked his head through. “Sorry, boys, I gotta kick you out,” he said. “Sentry’s just come in warning that General Strathmore is approaching with some men. I think he’s got Hessians.”

  “And a good morning to you too, Bridgers,” Sam said teasingly. He retrieved his brown linen shirt from where he had thrown it earlier and pulled it over his head. “And don’t leave the door open. Come on in and have a seat.”

  Bridgers sank into a slipper chair in the corner of the room, looking less like a brothel master and more like an older brother come to check on his errant siblings. The uncertainty of war made a man find family where he could. Especially if one’s own family did not share one’s republican sympathies.