The confederate rebels tied Ada spread-eagled on the ground and tore her clothes from her lovely, shuddering body. The huge man called Cody took her maidenhood. Ada screamed shrilly and desperately fought to prevent him from entering her once again. Again he took her, and then again. Finally she escaped into the quiet relief of unconsciousness. Still she was not left alone. One by one, the soldiers ravaged her as she lay unmoving on the ground.
Later she found herself in the woman's slave quarters with sympathetic black faces peering anxiously down at her. Sally, a plump, cheerful looking black girl, told her that whenever the men felt the need for satisfaction, they came to the compound and demanded a woman to satisfy them. If the women refused, they were beaten nearly to death, thus providing the impetus to perform their duties.
Slowly, Ada began to get used to the idea of the menial labors which she was required to perform.
After the men finished with the women, Ada and Sally would crawl together to a corner and console each other. Surprising displays of compassion would take place as Sally and her delicate friends writhed and sighed in feminine abandon.
Ada began to hate the sight of every white man who came near her. She dreaded the hours spent with them but never let them know. Only when she was in the arms of a black woman, or, as it later turned out, with a black man, did she feel relaxed and happy. Even after the Union soldiers freed them, she remained true to her black friends, teaching their children the fine arts of human satisfaction.
CHAPTER ONE
"It looks smaller, now that we're standing out to sea," Ada Bolton remarked wistfully to her companion as they stood at the railing of the ocean-going sailing ship.
Ellen Moore, her companion, looked over at her quizzically. They were a fine looking pair: Ada had a quiet, restrained beauty that radiated with all of the youthful charm of a twenty-two year old girl, while Ellen, somewhat more mature, was a slightly plump redhead with a dashing, vivacious air.
"What looks smaller, Ada?" she demanded.
"Oh, everything, the town, the wharf, even the crowd."
"My dear, you'll find that Groton, Connecticut is not the center of the universe," Ellen dryly remarked. "But I daresay that it will seem a metropolis compared to the places we shall be seeing inside of a month."
"What is it like down there, Ellen? Oh, I envy you, having had the opportunity to travel and see so much of this country of ours!"
"It's another world, my dear, it's just another entire world," Ellen murmured and there she stopped, refusing to answer any more of Ada's questions.
Ada waved her handkerchief one last time to the crowd lining the wharf, even though the ship was now so far away that she could hardly distinguish the forms from one another. Since the March breeze that propelled their ship was a raw one, she left the deck and sought a warmer refuge. As she moved about the ship, she contemplated the strange turns of fate that had brought her to this position.
Only the previous January she had been finishing her preparations for a career in the classroom at Emma Willard's highly regarded academy for young women in Troy, New York. She remembered with absolute clarity how she had sat in the school's auditorium and heard Mr. Hezekiah Niles, secretary of the New England Freedman's Aid Society make his plea for dedicated teachers.
"Young ladies," he had told them, seeming to peer right into their hearts with his glittering black eyes, "it appears that we are on the verge of making ourselves a golden opportunity. Within the month, I am told, we shall reclaim a substantial portion of South Carolina from the rebels, some rich cotton-growing islands which have long known the sinful presence of slavery."
Ada's patriotic Union heart thrilled at these words. She followed the progress of the great war closely, especially since Sam Harrison's company of the 17th Massachusetts Infantry had marched off to battle. Sam, a newly minted lieutenant, had been on the verge of proposing marriage to her, she believed, and they now had an understanding that he would complete the business upon returning from the war.
"As soon as those islands are freed from the lash of slavery," Mr. Niles had continued on that memorable morning, "we shall be privileged to supply a contingent of teachers to those poor, oppressed black men and women. Truly, a golden opportunity exists for us to show that the spirit of our Redeemer liveth in these poor, benighted black people!"
Mr. Niles had concluded with a stirring petition for volunteers to go South and join them in the great experiment, a petition which Ada very nearly answered herself. Only her desire to remain in her hometown of Fall River kept her from being the first to sign up in Mr. Miles' battalion of school teachers.
However, after completing her studies at the Academy that very very month and returning to Fall River to begin looking for a vacant classroom, disaster had struck. It was the 7th of February, 1862 when the telegram came: Lieutenant Samuel Harrison had been killed in action, leading a patrol out from his regiment's home base just south of the Potomac River. Ada had been prostrated by the blow and of course, her family decreed that she could not begin to teach until she had observed a decent period of mourning.
About a month after receiving that dreadful news, Ada began to assert her independence in accordance with the feminist principles which she had absorbed at the Academy. Her family was astounded when she announced her decision to apply for a teaching post with the Freedmen's Aid Company but her determination would not be swayed.
"I shall go," she told them at the end of a stormy family session of advice and counsel, all of which she had stoutly rejected. "If Samuel cannot continue his fight against the awful Confederacy, I can, and I believe it my duty to do so!"
The family had finally given in and just in time, since Ada had already submitted her application and found herself quickly accepted by the society's selection committee. A whirlwind of activity then followed as Ada began choosing a wardrobe suitable for the different climate she would find in South Carolina. Mr. Niles, of the society, had introduced her to Ellen Moore, an experienced teacher who had the , added advantage of spending some years in that part of the south. She now professed a healthy hatred of slavery, thereby endearing herself to the conscience-ridden New Englanders, and her knowledge of the South helped Ada immensely in making her own preparations.
Finally, late in March, word came that the volunteers should report to Groton immediately, where a ship would be waiting for them. Ada's family and several friends had driven down to bid her farewell and they were now among those still left on the wharf, waving a forlorn goodbye to the brave men and women who were going to export the spirit of New England to the sea islands of South Carolina.
"Ah, there you are," Ellen called out as Ada stepped into a warm well-lighted room which served as saloon, lounge and mess at various times of the day, according to need. "Come on in and join us in a glass of sherry; it will help warm up the old flesh after that abominable deck!"
Ada saw that Ellen was seated beside Margaret Penny, another of the volunteers and one for whom she had already formed an almost instinctive dislike, though she could not have justified this feeling by citing a specific detail about the woman. Ada swallowed her dislike and joined her fellow travelers.
"That'll do you good," Ellen said as she poured a healthy snifter of sherry for the girl. "Bottoms up, my dear, and I mean that in the proper sense only!"
Ada saw no sense to the ribald jest, although Margaret quickly snorted out a coarse laugh of approval; they downed their wine with gusto and Ellen proceeded to fill them again. Margaret was about Ellen's age, which was to say, in her late twenties; she had a wordly look about her which her ample, well-shaped bosoms only accentuated. Altogether, Ada had come to believe, Margaret did very little to enhance the popular image of the school marm, being neither plain nor severe.
"Do you know my dears," Margaret murmured as she sniffed heartily at her wine, "we should have paid more attention ^to the decks. I did not know that there were such fine specimens of manliness left up this earth!"
"There are indeed some fine creatures among the crew," Ellen agreed, rolling her eyes suggestively. "That first mate, for example: what a fine looking man he is!"
"There's a deckhand who strikes my fancy," Margaret stated. "Looks to be about thirty, big, bristling mustache, lots of leg to him. How about you, Ada? See anyone interesting?"
Ada blushed before stammering out indignantly that she had not surveyed the crew with regard to their "manliness" and did not intend to do so. This virtuous response drew a hearty laugh from Margaret, who downed the remainder of her wine and then leaned toward Ada, speaking very firmly, "Ah, so that's the way your furrow lies, is it? Let me warn you, girl, that southern climate will attack you in the bloodstream! You may be a fine, pious piece now but mark my words, six months in that steaming climate will have its effect on you!"
"I shall be much too busy teaching to be aware of such considerations," Ada haughtily replied.
With that she rose and left the room distaste for her companions clearly showing on her aristocratic features. Ada hated hearing such frank talk about men, partly because of her inexperience-which limited the degree of her participation-but more due to her belief that gentlewomen did not talk about such things. Hardly had she left the room however, when she narrowly missed colliding with the first mate. In spite of her rearing she could not help noticing that he was indeed a fine figure of a man, though she would have preferred a cleanshaven man and one who smelled less openly of strong cigars and rum Nevertheless she realized that her heart was beating faster after standing so close to the tall, burly man and after being so frankly appraised by his piercing brown eyes, which seemed to remove her very clothing.
Ellen and Margaret, left alone in the saloon, immediately fell into a discussion of their fellow school teacher when Ada had left the room.
"What do you think of that one?" Ellen asked, pouring herself yet another glass of sherry. "She's an odd piece for a situation like the one we're going into."
"What does she know about it?" Margaret scoffed. "She probably imagines it will be just like a schoolroom in Connecticut! I don't know why George agreed to take her in the first place."
George Raymond, the man whom the Freedmen's Aid Company had designated as superintendent of their South Carolina experiment in education, was also on the ship, though he spent much of his time to himself.
"Maybe he figured we needed a little window dressing," Ellen suggested. "Or maybe we could do better than that and ask him ourselves. Here he is now!"
George walked into the saloon and helped himself to the sherry. His lanky frame, ill-fitted to stand the rigors of a New England winter, had sprouted numerous scarves, sweaters and gloves, all dangling from the enormous buffalo-skin coat he affected and which he now draped over a handy chair.
"Damn my eyes," he breathed, drinking deep of the sherry, "I shall never be so glad as to see a decent climate again! No wonder these Yankees are trying to take over our homeland; they cannot bear to live in their own homes themselves for six months of the year!"
Ellen and Margaret laughed appreciatively at his jest, which was spoken in a genteel drawl which had a New York ring to it. They looked about apprehensively at his remark about "our homeland," but he assured them that no one could hear their conversation.
"Then in that case, my dear," Margaret said, speaking low but clear, "tell us why you took that virginal mouse along on our expedition. Will she not be more a hindrance than a help? Neither Ellen nor I can understand why she is here."
"For one thing she will definitely give us an air of respectability," George told her, thereby confirming Ellen's guess. "But I have some other ideas about her as well. For example, I detect in her the makings of a genuine wanton. No, do not ask me to tell you what it is that gives me that impression, for I cannot name a single concrete attribute which supports my claim. Nevertheless I believe that with a bit of training and discipline she could easily become a ravenous animal in the bedroom!"
Neither Ellen nor Margaret could restrain their scorn and they hooted aloud at the thought. George paid them no heed, sticking firmly to his contention.
"I'd be very surprised if I were wrong," he assured them. "And if I'm right, think what a feather in our cap it would be if we could present Colonel Cody with a genuine New England virgin, ripe for the plucking?"
"What was that last word?" Margaret asked, leering broadly.
"Plucking."
"You heard him," Ellen told her. "You're just trying to be funny! My, what a sight that would be to see-if George is right, I mean!"
"While we're on the subject," Margaret asked, not at all abashed by George's reprimand, "are we still supposed to live like nuns? Honest, George, I had to do without a man so long in New England that I could almost feel the halo growing over my head! Not that I could have generated much heat in those abysmally cold bedrooms! Oh, the things I put up with for The Cause!"
"Rest easy, my dear," George counseled her. "We ought to keep up the pretences while on board ship; after all, the crew will go back to New England and we would not want them to carry reports of our lewd and scandalous behavior while going South to bring culture to the heathen of that land! I would love to ease your tensions myself, you know that, but I fear that we must keep up the proprieties for a few more days."
"Ah well, it's the finger again for me then," Margaret sighed, shaking her head regretfully. "And what a shame: there are a couple of the crew who look to me as though they could grind away all night on a woman!"
"Margaret, I order you to stay completely away from the crew," George said sternly. "Remember that if you allow one of them a favor, the others will soon hear of it and want a similar favor. And when they get back to Groton, don't you think that they won't soon let their tavern cronies know that they spread the thighs of one of those super-pious schoolmarms while on the way to South Carolina! If word like that ever got out, we'd be ruined before we ever start! I'll not have you destroying this mission before we even get close to the objective!"
"All right, I heard you the first time," Margaret complained, sulking childishly. "Didn't I say it was the finger for me?"
"Make sure it's just that and nothing more," George told her. "But wait a minute!"
"Maybe if you were to let Ada see you doing it, let her know that you have real desires and no compunctions about satisfying them maybe that might do a little toward breaking down her, uh, backwardness!"
"Good idea," Ellen agreed. "We'll both do it and let her see us, just to give her the idea. God, I remember the first time I ever saw a woman fingerfuck herself, I thought my pussy would drop right off I got so heated up!"
With that agreed upon, George left them to attend to more of his business. Margaret and Ellen remained behind, talking regretfully of the opportunities their mysterious mission was forcing them to forego, and then answered the call to dinner. After a hearty meal, served with only slight inconvenience about the rolling ship, Margaret excused herself from the table and went below. Ellen, who had taken a seat beside Ada, continued her conversation with the girl until the table had been cleared, then suggested a walk around the deck.
"The sea air might put us more in the mood for sleeping," she said as they left the saloon and headed for their cabin to get their heavy coats. "And after a heavy meal like that, I need a little exercise. You ought not to hold Margaret's tongue against her, by the way; she's a rather rough sort on the surface but underneath her heart is as good as gold."
"Where is she, by the way?" Ada inquired.
"Probably down below discussing the textbook problem with Mr. Raymond," Ellen said. "I ought to get to work on that myself but I just can't, not yet. Well, here we are."
She paused before the door of the stateroom that the three of them shared, hoping that the sound of their steps and their voices would have alerted Margaret and allowed her time enough to have assumed a compromising posture. Her hopes were answered to the fullest possible extent.
"What on earth!" Ada gasped with horrified surprise as she entered the stateroom.
Ellen, coming in behind her and closing the door firmly, could hardly keep back her howls of mirth upon seeing Margaret. Her friend had disrobed entirely, except for her stockings and shoes, which remained in place; otherwise she was entirely naked. Ellen saw once again that her friend had a set of truly magnificent breasts, large and shapely. The nipples glowed an angry scarlet, swelled and discolored by passion and pointed sharply. Margaret was sitting on her bunk and reclining against the headboard, one foot cocked on the bunk and the other trailing down onto the floor. Her fingers were buried deep between her plump thighs, gouging into the dark fur that crowned the apex of those womanly limbs. Her face, distorted by a passion which could not have been false, registered strong emotions and her mouth formed a silent "Oh!" of delight.
"Poor girl, she's been overcome by her desire," E lien said, trying to sound sympathetic. "Oh well, it won't take her long to finish and then she'll be easier to live with!"
"But Ellen!" Ada protested. "She's-Why, it's horrid! It's wicked!"
"What's so wicked about it? Surely it's better to satisfy your desires yourself than to let some man do it for you, isn't it? A man whom you hardly know?"
"But desires like that, they shouldn't even be thought about!" Ada insisted, averting her eyes from the lustful sigh Margaret let out a heavy groan of exultant feeling, tossed her head madly and began frigging herself even more vigorously as the throes of orgasmic delight began sweeping over body.
"My dear, I fear that you must never have known a fully grown passion if you can honestly say that," Ellen remarked.
She noticed that Ada, for all her denunciations of Margaret's "wickedness," could not entirely keep her eyes from straying toward the undulating woman.
Her face was tense with excitement and real pleasure, seeing her squirming there. Ellen had to admit to herself that it was extremely exciting to look upon her friend as she administered pleasure to herself in the age-old manner of women.
When Margaret's storm of pleasure had passed, she roused herself and looked up to see her friends looking curiously at her. Far from blushing or acting as if she had been doing any thing out of the ordinary, she smiled cheerfully and stood up, boldly allowing them to see all her ample body and to assess her considerable beauty.
"Well?" she finally asked. "What is this? An exhibition?"
"I'm sorry we interrupted," Ellen said, "but we thought you were with Mr. Raymond."
"Yes, we-we didn't mean to pry," Ada whispered, still unable to take her eyes off Margaret's opulently shaped body.
"That's all right," Margaret assured them "I was going to do some work with him but this sudden passion took me and I could not resist. You know how those things are, I'm sure!"
Ada and Ellen remained in the cabin, silent and awkward, as Margaret quickly dressed and left. Then they realized that they had not taken their walk around the deck. Ellen handed Ada her coat and got her own before following the awe-struck girl up the passageway and out onto the blustery deck.
CHAPTER TWO
Ada steadfastly avoided the leading questions and suggestions which Ellen tossed out as they paraded around the ship's rolling deck. Ellen hoped to lead the girl into a frank and open discussion of what they had seen in their stateroom but Ada would not state her own opinions, other than to repeat her terse comment that "such things ought not to be done."
Nevertheless she had been affected by the sensual scene, even more so than the observant Ellen suspected. Ada had long known that she was extra-sensitive in that special place, the one which Margaret had been massaging so vigorously, and she had also discovered that touching herself there brought the sensitivity to an even more acute pitch. She did not realize, however, that one might raise that sensitivity so high as to provoke a veritable explosion of sexual pleasure, though her witnessing of Margaret's masturbatory skill naturally suggested as much to her. Ada longed to be more frank with Ellen, to inquire further about the practice-which Ellen seemed to know and approve, it was clear enough to see-but she could not forego the lifelong habits which her parents had so thoroughly instilled in her.
"I'll admit that it's not the most desirable thing," Ellen finally stated, "but you must realize that married women have far stronger feelings than you single girls."
"Oh?" Ada asked, startled by this disclosure. "I didn't know Margaret was married."
"A widow actually," Ellen stated. "Yes, we both have lost our husbands in this dreadful war and have decided to go south as a way of filling in for them one might say."
"I hadn't realized that either of you was married," Ada said. "I'm so sorry to hear of your loss."
"We've gotten over it now, I suppose," Ellen remarked, telling herself at the same time that she was carrying off the lie very well. "But neither of us will forget the pleasures of marriage or of having a man around, either!"
"In that case I'm terribly sorry to have acted so foolishly," Ada said. "I know nothing of those pleasures, you see."
"I understand," Ellen murmured. "Don't worry about it."
They completed their walk in silence and made their way to the stateroom. Ada found it highly uncomfortable, having to undress in the presence of another woman, but Ellen seemed to be used to it. At least, she showed no hesitation in throwing all her clothes off and parading around the cramped room as she searched out a nightgown. Ada again found her eyes fastening upon the naked woman and noted with wonder how different Ellen was from Margaret. Ellen, a honey-haired blonde, was tall and willowy with small, firmly molded breasts, placed high and wide apart; there was just a patch of light brown fur over the prominent mound swelling out from between her trim thighs. In every physical respect, Ada decided, Ellen was an exact opposite to Margaret-and yet both were women!
Ada herself was more a combination of the two styles. She had Ellen's tall figure and while she was not plump, her breasts and thighs were more similar to Margaret's, as was the thick bush of black hair which grew at the base of her belly.
"Do you sometimes have to do what Margaret was doing just now?' Ada suddenly asked, though she could hardly find the strength to ask the intimate question. "With your hand, I mean?"
"Certainly! Though I'll have to say that I don't get quite the pleasure from it which she does," Ellen confessed. "I imagine I'll never get used to doing without the great, unspeakable joy of having a big, hard prick shoved into my cunt, right up to the hilt; that's a sensation which a girl simply cannot give herself. But what is this, Ada? Why are you asking me this, my dear? Do you mean for me to believe that you, a fully grown woman, have never once given yourself a handful of joy? Honestly?"
Ada stoutly denied that she had ever done so; she did not believe that the casual touches she had given herself really constituted ' 'a handful of joy" and thus her conscience was clear. Neither did she confess that she often had wondered about herself, whether she might not be some depraved sort of creature because of the way her body seemed so often to be extra alive to sensations, or because of the way that strange, mysterious crevice between her thighs so often oozed great quantities of a clear, oily liquid until her underclothes were actually wet.
"Ada, you certainly have a lot to learn," Ellen told her. "I guess it's that New England raising you had, that made you so odd about it. But let me tell you, down in Pennsylvania, where I grew up, there wasn't a girl in town who wasn't giving it to herself by the time she was fourteen or so!"
Ada longed to open herself to Ellen, to avail herself of the older woman's wisdom and to ask about the things that had so often perplexed her, but the lifetime of repression and reticence could not be so easily negated. She turned and got into her bunk, pulling the blankets up around her chin and snuggling down for the night. However she tried, she could not still the tingling in her body. The feeling seemed to be centralized in her sexual organ, though she soon realized that her conical nipples were extremely sensitive as well.
"All this talking about it, and then seeing Margaret going at it so heavily, has just gotten me into a terrible fix," Ellen murmured from across the room. "Would you mind terribly, if I were to do myself a little? Would you think me terrible if I were to ease my tension a bit?"
Ada stiffened in her bunk, hardly knowing what to say. She hated being a party to such lascivious, wicked things, yet she also hesitated to throw a wet blanket onto another person's life- especially when she was so young and naive about those things.
"No, I wouldn't mind," she found herself saying in a low, tense voice. "Go ahead. I won't think you so awful."
"Thanks, dear, I really need it tonight," Ellen said graciously. "Er, would you like me to leave the light on? I always like it that way.
I know that it's a naughty pleasure but I just can't seem to break it."
"N-no, I don't guess I'd mind," Ada whispered.
"Thanks a lot! You'll never know how much I appreciate this," Ellen said. "But on second thought, I hope that some day you will know!"
Ellen stripped off her flannel nightgown, throwing it onto Margaret's bunk, and then stood beside her bunk. She had deliberately chosen a position that would allow Ada easy opportunity to see every detail of her perverted love-play, if she chose to do so, and she noted out of the corner of one eye that Ada was indeed watching her closely, though she tried not to be obvious about it.
Ellen began her play by caressing her lovely breasts, running her fingers over the firm little cherry-tipped mounds with slow, circular motions that soon had the nipples firm and red. Her hands moved down, over her trim flanks and belly, always rubbing the smooth skin, and then touched her thighs. She spread her legs wide, thereby allowing Ada a fine view of her pussy, which was lightly furred and with great, drooping dark lips hanging out of the fold of tender flesh. Her hands roved over her thighs and belly, always nearing that Vee of light brown fur and the dark cleft; then her fingers closed upon those heavy, dangling lips. Ada felt her own body grow even more alive with feeling as she watched through narrowed eyes and she found that she could scarcely control her own impulses to copy the actions she was observing.
Ellen seized the dangling, protruding lips of her pussy between her fingers, pulling them from their nesting place and allowing them to slide back into place. She repeated this motion several times until finally she gasped aloud and fell back onto her bunk. Ada realized that the woman was moving into the last stage of her love play and noted that her way of doing it was far different from Margaret's. Ellen lay on her side, nearly on her face, with both knees drawn high up toward her breasts. She lifted her upper thigh and attacked her mucilaginous pussy with both hands, reaching around from the rear with her right hand and slipping the left hand in through the front. She then hooked two fingers of her left hand into her cunt, joining it with another finger of her right hand. She could now spread the mouth of that tender organ wide and she began doing so in a slow, rhythmical fashion, coordinating this with a gentle bobbing of her hips. Ada also realized that she was muttering a love chant, speaking softly and almost to herself.
"Ah, sweet pussy," Ellen murmured in a lust-thickened voice. "Sweet, tender cunt! You want loving so bad, you really need a long, hard, fat cock but this must do. Don't you worry, dear cunt, I'll fuck you with my fingers until you cream all over, I promise I will; I'll spread that cunt mouth out so wide you'll die of loving joy! Ah, come, sweet cunt, come and dream of a great, fat prick! Fuck, fingers, fuck and make me come until I die with love, I want it so badly! Agghh! Ooohh! It's here, it's here!"
Opening her eyes wider, Ada saw that Ellen was indeed in the grip of a terrible emotion. She bobbed her hips wildly, working her agonized flesh into her fingers; she turned face down onto the bunk and rubbed her aching breasts into the rough blanket; she gave a sharp gasp of pure joy and then quivered long and hard, pouring out her liquefied lust onto her waiting fingers. At last she crumpled into a heap, exhausted by her effort. Ada longed to inquire if the experience had been good, though she intuitively knew that it had. She swallowed her questions and lay still, trying hard to resist a bizarre urge to copy Ellen's actions herself.
Ellen roused herself after a short rest, donned her nightgown and slid between her blankets. Ada feigned sleep, though it was to be a long time before the tensions in her body relaxed enough for her to drift off into complete unconsciousness. She remained quiet when Margaret entered the cabin and went to bed.
Managing to secure a few moments alone with George and Margaret the next day, Ellen reported on her impressions of Ada's reaction to the highly unusual things she had seen after dinner the day before.
"I really put on a show for her," she chortled. "And I'll have to admit it wasn't just for her. Margaret, I nearly died a slow death, having to stand there and watch you frig yourself! That was painful, not being able to join you! But when I had the chance to do myself, I took it. I twisted around so she could get a good look at my fingers going into my cunt and I used all the words too. I'm sure she wanted to try a little of it herself but she's just too much of a prude. Maybe she'll come around but I doubt it."
"Good work," George congratulated her. "And if she seems to want more information about the subject ... "
"I'll tell her all she wants to know " Ellen interrupted him "I won't push it on her but I'll tell her if she asks."
"Good. Till then, though, keep it to yourself," George advised. "We want her to be interested, not repelled, so don't do anything that might turn her against the idea."
Ellen promised to be very careful and left, going to seek Ada to try and lead her into a discussion of the things she had seen the night before. Margaret, openly aroused by the talk, had persuaded George to risk giving her a quick treatment of the tool she loved most and when Ellen left their stateroom the plump girl already had her dress off and was reclining upon the bunk, thighs wide-spread and pussy opened for the assault. George promised Ellen that her turn would come that afternoon, if she could get away from Ada long enough, and that he would plunge his hungry prick deep into the feverish lining of her anxious cunt.
Ada was plowing through a series of lists when Ellen found her, down in the saloon. Ellen sighed, recognizing that she would have to put in her own tour of duty on the paperwork, and sat down across from Ada at the long mahogany table. As they worked away, they carried on a desultory conversation, one which Ellen had no difficulty in directing toward the channels she favored for her ulterior purposes.
"Ada, are you sure that you don't think Margaret and I are such awful creatures for doing what we did? I'd hate to have to work with you, knowing that you looked down on us for doing what we can hardly resist."
"No, I don't really understand it, but I accept your explanation, that the passion is just too strong to be turned away," Ada replied. "I shall never condemn what I do not understand, I hope."
"I'm glad you feel that way," Ellen told her. "I was sure you'd be generous; I have a suspicion that you yourself are not entirely immune to gusts of passion. Perhaps not as strong as we married women have experienced, but nevertheless I get an impression that you too have strong feelings."
Ada deliberated for a moment before blushingly admitting that this was indeed the case.
"I feel terrible about it, being such a slave to my body," she confessed, pushing nervously at the papers before her. "I know it's wicked and sinful but I don't seem to be able to gain control of my emotions and thoughts, sometimes."
"Thoughts?" Ellen asked, quick to seize the opening. "What kind of thoughts? What do you think about?"
"Oh, they aren't really thoughts," Ada said softly. "More like questions, I suppose. I wonder what it might be like, to have a man do those things; what a man looks like; about myself, things like that. And then last night: some of the words you were using, I'd never heard them before and I wonder about them too. But I try not to; I mustn't give in to those moments."
"What words? Did I offend you?" Ellen inquired. "I hope not; I know that I get rather vulgar at those times but I can't help it. The passion gets hold of me and I-well, it's like I was just a totally different person. Tom taught them all to me; he was a regular terror in the bedroom!"
Ada, however, refused to carry the discussion any further. She knew quite well that single girls should not know or talk about such topics and her strong conscience came to the surface, resulting in a long silence as they worked on. Ellen finally threw down her pencil in disgust, packed away the forms she had been completing and announced that she was going below for a nap before dinner.
She went below, but not for a nap. She made her way to the cabin George had taken, finding him there and busy at work with his own papers. He asked her to take a seat while he finished the last page of the schedule he was compiling.
"These damned New Englanders, they'll be drowned with papers," he complained. "What did you do with Ada? Any luck?"
"No, she's interested but she's more afraid of losing her precious little soul," Ellen snorted. "She wants to jump in with both feet but she just can't bring herself to do it. I think maybe she might be one who would take well to a good, solid raping."
"You might be right," George agreed. "In which case, you and I know just the man for that, don't we? I think that Henry would love having himself a virginal New England spinster, even though she's too young to be a proper spinster, to play with and educate."
"Henry? He'd rip her in two with that fence post of his," Ellen said with a shudder as she remembered their friend's awesome prick. "But if she lived through it I'll wager that she'd be a confirmed prick lover for life!"
"Or she may discover a fondness for black meat," George continued. "There are occasionally women who find a sturdy black buck utterly irresistible."
"I'll settle for white meat," Ellen said in a meaningful tone. "And that right now!"
"I know you will and I am just on the point of giving it to you, as soon as I can get out of this suit," he told her, leaving his desk and locking the door of his cabin.
He quickly disrobed and advanced to the edge of the bunk, where Ellen was taking down her bloomers and baring her sex for him. She reached out, taking his drooping prick in her fingers, guiding it up to her mouth and greedily devouring the heavy organ. Her lips and tongue quickly brought it to exultant life and he stepped back, as if to admire the change she had wrought in him. Then he fell upon her prostrate body; Ellen caught the rigid prick and shoved it down between her open thighs, fitting the bulbous head to the juicy lips of her moist sex.
"Man, it's been weeks since I've had a fuck," she whispered into his ear. "Make it good for me; make it last! I want to fuck forever and come till we float out of bed!"
"I'll see what I can do," George promised, clenching his buttocks and driving his meat into her body with a quick lunge.
CHAPTER THREE
Despite the best intentions in the world, George simply could not satisfy the raging desires of both Ellen and Margaret. For one thing, there was not enough opportunity; there was always someone moving to and fro in the passageway outside their cabins and they could not risk a crewman seeing one of the women emerge from his cabin with the satisfied, contented look of a woman who has just received thorough application of the masculine lash. Moreover, they all had plenty of paperwork to do and while George was as lascivious as either Ellen or Margaret, he also knew that the work had to be done before they landed at Port Royal and kept them all busy at their writing stands.
Nevertheless, Ellen and Margaret both were mature women, accustomed to a steady diet of lustful attentions and were not about to give up their pleasures simply because of inconvenience or the press of work. Periodically, as they worked in the saloon where they set up a center of operations, their conversation would verge toward the bawdy, shocking Ada with the frankness of their talk as they reminded each other of the delicious joy of having a nicely endowed man settle between their thighs and pump them full of bursting passion. Usually, after a conversation of this sort, either Ellen or Margaret would rise and excuse herself, returning twenty or thirty minutes later in a peaceful, happy frame of mind. Ada had no doubt where they went or what they did there; she recalled only too well having seen Ellen's fingers pawing and stroking at her heated flesh, dealing out a massive dose of sensual awareness which had brought the woman to a frenzied peak of passionate deliverance.
Ada could not approve of such scandalous conduct, of course, yet her conscience would not allow her to condemn Ellen or Margaret for their "weakness." She excused it by reminding herself that they had been married, after all, and that married women were "different." Her own body might throb and ache with unanswered desires, that was all right and her own problem as for Ellen and Margaret, they were their own keeper and would have to answer for themselves. Still, Ada found her flesh becoming more alive, more sensitive to suggestions of sensuality than ever before. Of course, she warned herself against giving in to these lewd impulses, not that she would have known much about how one went about giving in to them (except for what she had seen Ellen do that evening.)
Margaret reported to George one afternoon as they were about two days out of port. She brought him up to date on their efforts to get Ada more interested in sexual play, efforts which had gone for naught, and expressed her mystification at the girl's obstinate refusal to be cajoled into sharing their more sophisticated point of view.
"Really, George, I believe that she's just a cake of ice," she declared. "We've invited her along to finger-diddle with us, we've tried to get her to come along just to watch, we've tried everything we can think of. And nothing seems to work!"
"Patience, Margaret, patience is undoubtedly the answer," George told her. "I believe that your constant pressure on her will eventually wear her down. I know what I'm talking about; there are depths of passion to that girl that would make your hair stand on end if only they could be loosened!"
"Maybe so," Margaret said skeptically, "but in the meantime we're just about to die for more peter, Ellen and I! Honest, George, when you've been used to getting a cuntfull of good prick twice or three times a day and then have to go onto this virtuous life, as they call it, it's just hell! Believe me, if I'd known that spying could be so wearing I'd never have volunteered for the cause!"
"I know, it's a terrible trial for you," George consoled her. And I try to do what I can to ease the way for you, you know that, but we just can't risk you girls coming down to my cabin too often. There's too big a chance a crewman might see you, or hear us."
"Please, George? Just a little one? You won't even have to undress," Margaret asked him, misery showing plainly in her dark eyes. "All I'm asking for is just a quick shove or two; the way I feel now I could fire it off in about two wiggles and a hump!"
George looked at his watch and decided on the spur of the moment that he could risk it. Looking back at Margaret, he unbuttoned the front of his trousers and shoved them down around his knees. The big head of his prick sprang free and reared up toward his belly, menacing and ready for use of the roughest kind.
"I guess Tom says he's willing," George murmured gently, rising to his feet and moving toward the bed. "It's been a long while for him too!"
Margaret quickly unfastened her voluminous bloomers and pulled them off. She didn't bother undressing any further; she simply flipped the skirts and petticoats up around her waist and fell back onto the narrow bunk. Her thighs parted to reveal a darkly furred crevice, glistening with the passionate pussy drip which Margaret's mature, healthy body generated so profusely. George skinned back the head of his prick, rolling the thick foreskin off the bulging head and exposing the naked rim of the brutal tool. He settled himself between Margaret's flexed knees and nudged the head of his prick up against the puffy lips of her sweating pussy, scraping it easily over the tender flesh. She gasped, sprung into a new flurry of passion by the touch of the great, rigid organ, and rubbed herself against it feverishly. George leaned forward, seating the head in the taut rim of her cunt and bringing another grunt of lascivious joy from her scarlet lips.
"Wow!" she whispered into his ear, "I'd forgotten how good it could be! Mmm darling man, I'm going to tear your balls off and suck them up through the head of that big dick of yours!"
Margaret twisted her head so she could seize a corner of the pillow in her mouth, stifling the ecstatic groans and yelps she felt mounting within her throat. Her trim legs, still clad in stockings and shoes, twined about George's legs, crushing the trousers which lay rumpled about his knees. Their loins met, retreated and rushed together once more, hungry for each other and lusting for the closest possible contact.
"Agghh'Ugghh!"
George's muffled grunts testified to his pleasure at the way her moist, hot sheath fitted around his swollen prick, clasping him tightly in a way that only the most experienced and lustful women can manage. He withdrew twisted his hips to rotate the knobby club in her clotted passage, rubbing the sharply ridged head of his tool into her passionate membranes, and then slowly drove it forward once more. Again and again he repeated this slow twisting motion, bringing Margaret's passions soaring upward until her every muscle quivered with anticipation.
When the orgasm hit her, it unfolded with dramatic suddenness, causing her hips to go wild as she ground herself hard against the great, hard rod buried deep in her loins. Even the pillow could not stifle all her sounds of joy; muffled sobs and groans filtered through her clenched teeth in a low symphony of sensual victory. George gave one final thrust, quick and hard, before feeling his heavy balls slap against her tightly clenched buttocks and then burst out in a splendid geyser of ecstatic spray. Margaret's hips and belly literally danced with joy when she felt the explosion unfold inside her most intimate parts, drenching the ultra-sensitive walls of her cunt with that strong, overheated, masculine gush of climactic sperm.
They lay together briefly, enjoying the last flicker of feeling and recovering their breath, but George soon rose and said that they could not afford to spend more time at their play. Margaret sulked at this, since she was all too obviously in the mood for several repetitions of just what she had experienced. George would not be put off, however, and she stuffed a handkerchief between her shapely thighs with a glum expression.
"All right," she muttered, "I guess that will have to do for now Damn it all, that's just too good to do without for very long. I'll sure be proud when we get back home and I can get back on a regular diet of that good stuff!"
"You needn't worry much about that," George told her. "We ought to drop anchor in the harbor in a day or two and after that, it'll only be a month or so until we can complete our mission. Then we'll have us a nice vacation-maybe Richmond? or Atlanta?
"I do wish it could have been New Orleans," Margaret replied. "But now that those damned bluecoats have taken it, that's out of the question. Ah well, we'll have a grand old time of it in Richmond, I imagine!"
"That's the girl," George commended her as she finished readjusting her clothes and prepared to leave his cabin. "Now back to work and let's hope for an early arrival."
Margaret was just on the point of pulling open the cabin door when George slapped the table with his hand and uttered a low oath.
"Damn it to hell," he snapped, "I forgot completely about that!"
"What?"
"I have a little present here I've been meaning to give you and Ellen," he told her, standing up and going to one of his trunks. "It might even help you to persuade Ada to be, er, a bit more lively in her thinking about womanly amusements!"
Opening the trunk, he rummaged through it and then turned with a small box, about twelve inches long and ten inches across. He gave it to Margaret who opened it and then gave a startled squeal of surprise.
"Is this what I think it is?" she murmured, looking at him for confirmation of her question.
She pulled out a most curious instrument, the like of which had seldom been seen. It appeared to be two heavy clubs, each about nine or ten inches in length and joined together at their ends by a short but heavy leather strap. The clubs, shaped amazingly like the tool which George had shortly before been plunging into Margaret's cunt with such telling effect, were covered with a snugly fitting piece of fine glove leather.
"Yes, my dear," George told her, "it's a double-pronged dildo. I acquired it some time ago as a curiosity piece but it now occurs to me that perhaps you and Ellen might employ it together. And if Ada were to happen to see you using it, who knows what effect the sight might have upon a young and impressionable girl? Especially one who is interested in all such activities, even though she will not admit it?"
Margaret sniggered lewdly at the thought of using the obscenely shaped instrument upon Ellen, with Ada standing by; the thought struck her as supremely humorous and she guffawed heartily.
"She'd probably pee in her bloomers," she chortled, stuffing the dildo back into its box and walking out of the cabin.
Unfortunately for George's plan, Margaret could not implement the scheme before the ship arrived at its destination. Almost as soon as she left George's cabin, a brisk breeze sprang up, then turned into a near gale. The wind was just in the right quarter for the ship to make a sharply increased rate of speed but only at the expense of the landlubbers aboard: Margaret discovered that she was intensely seasick and took to her bunk, moaning deliriously. Nothing could have been further from her mind, for the next twenty hours, than using the crude instrument George had given her. By the time the wind had subsided, they were in port and preparing to begin unloading the ship.
"Port indeed!" Ellen scoffed, looking over the side of the ship. "It looks like a barren beach to me!"
In truth, the "port" was little more than that. Its only recommendation was that the shallow shelf under the ocean's edge had been scoured out by a small river emptying there, so that seagoing ships could safely approach the shore. The passengers were rowed ashore and told to make themselves comfortable while a party from Port Royal arrived to collect them.
"How will they know we're here?" Ellen asked, suspicious as ever of the crew's good intentions.
"The captain says there was a lookout concealed a bit farther up the coast," George explained. "He gave them a signal and besides they're expecting us."
They did not have long to wait before a party of cavalrymen, accompanying two wagons, broke through the undergrowth fronting the beach. He identified himself and ordered his men to begin stowing the baggage in one of the wagons.
"I suggest that you and the ladies get in the other one and let a detachment of my men accompany you to the fort," the young lieutenant said. "It will take us some time to load the wagon and there is no use in your waiting here. I'm sorry we don't have a proper carriage but there isn't one on the entire island, so far as we know."
George agreed to this proposal and helped the ladies step up into the cumbersome farm wagon. They had a short but rough trip. When at last they pulled onto a strip of sandy road, the corporal driving the wagon turned and said that they would be at the fort within five minutes.
Ada found the scenery bewilderingly different from the grim New England countryside she had long been used to; a profusion of green semi-tropical plants and great, spreading oaks covered the sandy soil thickly. The fort was a decided disappointment; only a collection of sun-bleached tents with a few cabins hastily constructed of whipsawed lumber, scattered over a barren stretch of sand, distinguished the encampment from any other stretch of the hot sand. Regardless of the nondescript look of the camp, there was an air of busy purposefulness about it as scores of men marched to and fro.
"Look! Isn't that Walt Robbins?" Ellen cried, nudging Margaret and pointing to a tall figure emerging from one of the cabins.
"I believe it is!" Margaret agreed, waving excitedly.
The tall figure strode to meet them. Ada saw that he was perhaps thirty, thickly mustached and a major in the United States Army. He carried himself with an erect, military bearing that suggested strength and confidence.
"Upon my word!" he cried out when he neared the wagon. "If it isn't Ellen and Margaret! To meet you two down here!"
George and Ada looked at each other, not knowing what to make of this, but Ellen quickly explained to them. She said that she and Margaret had known Walter in the latter 1850's, when they were all in Cincinnati. Walter had joined a regiment of infantry formed by a group of Cincinnatians shortly after the dastardly attack on Fort Sumter and had worked his way up the chain of command until he was now adjutant of the force they saw around them.
"This calls for a first class celebration and dinner," he said, beaming happily at his old friends. "Come, I'll show you to your quarters. We're very cramped for space, as you see, so you ladies will have to share one of the cabins. The Rebs have been prowling around lately and besides, we're trying to mount some operations of our own, so we haven't had much time to devote to the amenities of life."
He led Ada, Ellen and Margaret to one of the small cabins located to one side of the "fort." It proved to be not much larger than the cabin on board the ship, though Ada saw how it could be touched up a bit and made to look reasonably homey. George was told that he would have to share a tent with Major Robbins, since all the other cabins were being used for military purposes.
"Your schools, ladies," Major Robbins added, "are anywhere from two to six miles from here. We'll have patrols ride you out in the morning and escort you back in the evening."
"But where are the students?" Ada asked.
"They're everywhere," Major Robbins informed her. "They're still not sure but what we're going to put them back into some form of slavery so they don't stay around too closely. They live in the slave quarters of the plantations, mostly, and then there are a few little "Freedom Towns,' as we call them that have sprung up in odd places."
"And they know that we are coming to teach them?" she persisted.
"I see that you came down here prepared to go to work," Major Robbins said with a smile. "Yes, they've been informed and probably most of them know by now that you're already here. They have a very efficient communications system, you know."
"When do we start?" Ellen inquired.
"Will tomorrow be soon enough?" Major Robbins asked, flashing a wide smile. "We can take you out tomorrow so that you can see the schoolrooms and after that, any time that you say you're ready. I can assure you, the freed men are most anxious to begin learning the mysteries of the printed word."
Ada found the rest of the day fully occupied by the duties of unpacking her belongings and storing them in the portion of the cabin assigned to her. She noticed Margaret carefully place a rectangular box in a bureau drawer, though she had little idea that this was the very body George had given her friend or that it contained an instrument of unsurpassed obscenity. Toward the close of the day, she had to admit that she was ready for a big dinner.
Major Robbins had prepared an elaborate table for them surprisingly complete given the rough environment in which they found themselves. There were even a table cloth and napkin rings, for example. They dined well on fish caught that very day from the waters nearby, on a turkey which a soldier had bagged near his guard post, and on a handsome collection of wines. Major Robbins informed them that the latter had been liberated from a Rebel cellar on one of the island's plantations; Ada perversely thought that the illicit origin of the wine made it all the more tasty.
Ellen, Margaret, George and the Major sat up till late, telling stories and bringing each other up to date on their exploits. Ada, tired by the excitement of the day, returned early to the cabin and went to bed. After she had left the party, Major Robbins looked significantly at his guests, cautioned them to remain silent for a moment and went outside the rough cabin which he had turned into a temporary party room. He circled the hut, ensuring that no one was standing near enough to eavesdrop' on their talk and then returned.
"It's all right," he informed them "We can talk freely but not loudly. What have you to report?"
"I have a pretty complete report on the big arsenal at Springfield, if it will do our side any good," George told him "There's a floor plan of the factory, as well as a description of the primary machinery and some estimates on their latest production figures."
"Excellent," Robbins congratulated him. "Give it ail to me and I'll arrange for it all to be passed on."
"Oh? Are you in contact with our people?" George asked.
"Almost daily," Robbins informed him "Colonel Langborne Cody has about a thousand men not thirty miles from here and there's a good messenger service back and forth."
That's a good thing to know Robbins.
"Cody?" Ellen murmured, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "From Montgomery?"
"That's the one," Robbins agreed. "Know him?"
"Do I ever!" Ellen laughed, nudging Margaret meaningfully with her elbow. "I ran into him at New Orleans about six years ago, when I was barely old enough to know what it was all about. Ah, there is a man indeed!"
"Sounds as though your accomplices haven't been cared for properly," Robbins observed to George.
George explained the crowded condition of the ship that had brought them to South Carolina. Robbins agreed that discretion should have overcome lust and commended them on their admirable restraint.
"However that's over now," he went on, leaning back in his chair and looking speculatively at Ellen and Margaret. "It just so happens that the situation is reversed here-lots of opportunity but not much in the way of womanhood to spark a man's appetite."
"Aren't there any slave girls around?" George asked.
"Sure, but they've gotten so damned uppity now that they've heard about freedom and all that! Why, you can't hardly get one of those black sluts to lift her dress for you any more! And anyway, a man gets awful tired of just one black bottom after another-takes a yearning for better grade material, I guess you could say!"
Ellen and Margaret looked at each other with a glint of excitement flashing in then-eyes. They could tell very well which way the conversation was headed and knew that then-long period of enforced continence was drawing to a close.
"But how do you propose to work it?" George asked. "I mean, there are soldiers all around here. And I warn you, Ellen and Margaret both are just wild when they get a full head of steam worked up!"
"Easy, nothing to it, Robbins informed him. "Just now, I think, would be an excellent time for us all to take a tour of the campsite. And perhaps even a stroll down to the beach!"
"Isn't that dangerous?" Ellen asked.
"Not at all," Robbins assured her. "The slaves are all down in their own houses and there are no wild animals on the island. As for the Rebs, I don't think we have anything at all to fear from them!"
Ellen giggled happily at the thought and jumped up from her seat, ready at a moment's notice. Margaret joined her and the quartet left the cabin. Major Robbins called for the sergeant of the guard, informed him that he would be escorting the newcomers around the campsite, and then led the way, Margaret on his arm. They feigned a quick inspection of the camp but a close observer would have noticed that none of them paid much attention to the sights. Their path straightened out and Robbins led them down a narrow roadway until a turning put the camp entirely out of sight. A nearly full moon lit their way brilliantly and they strolled peacefully through the cool night.
"Here's the beach," Robbins announced, leading them out onto a broad expanse of white sand. "George, shall we split up?"
"No, let's stay together," Margaret suddenly announced, putting her hand on Robbins' face and looking pleadingly at him. "Much more exciting that way!"
"Just as you say, my dear," Robbins agreed. "Let's step down this way a few rods; I have some blankets hidden in one of these trees-for when I could get a darky girl off down here!"
"You mean that I'm going to be fucked on a blanket right where you've pounded some black wench's ass?" Margaret demanded, drawing to a halt.
"It's all I have to offer you," Robbins said. "The facilities are limited, as I said. Do you mind?"
"Mmm no, to tell the truth," Margaret drawled, eying him hungrily, "I think it makes the prospect all the more exciting!"
Margaret's lewd instincts were aroused all the further when Robbins pulled a dark blanket from behind a low shrub and shook it out. A musky whiff of passionate woman and man oil, the product of bodies writhing in lusty fulfillment, struck her nostrils and whetted her abandoned senses. She quickly threw off her clothes, entirely disrobing and proudly flaunting her full, sweeping breasts before Robbins. He stared, transfixed by her animal beauty, overcome by his desire for her. Then he quickly flung off his own clothes and brandished a heavy prick at her, a tool that was easily the size of George's and probably a bit thicker.
"Lovely!" Margaret sighed, sinking down onto the blanket and opening herself to him.
George and Ellen were almost as quick in stripping down to nakedness. There was barely enough room on the blanket for the two women; fortunately they were sufficiently excited that the men had only to stretch over them waiving the usual preliminary caresses of lovemaking. Both women were rotten-ripe and ready for entry; their hot pussies bulged with lust and throbbed with desire.
Even though Robbins had not had a woman for a week, and though his massive balls were packed with boiling sperm, he paused when he knelt between Margaret's widespread thighs. Reaching down with one hand, he caught the swollen lips of her pussy between his thumb and forefinger and viciously pinched them. Margaret shrieked with agony and writhed into his hand; the fiery pain lifted her lusty fever several more degrees.
"Just as I thought," Robbins muttered, leering down at her. "A little pinch does wonders for you!"
He reached forward and tweaked one of her dark, swollen nipples; again she screamed hoarsely. Her cries of anguish seemed to inflame Robbins all the more. His handsome, sensual face flushed darkly and he aimed the head of his prick into the sweating, passion-slickened lips of Margaret's pussy with practiced care. Lunging forward, he brutally speared her, driving the enormous bulk of his cock home at the very first stroke. Margaret cried out deliriously as the massive tool split her cunt and with two short, quick heaves of her quivering belly she had brought herself to the absolute peak of sensual feeling. Her climax pulsed through her limbs and left her weak.
"Delicious!" she gasped, blinking and gasping for air. "Now for more of that!"
"You are hungry for it," Robbins chortled. "Very well, my dear, you've met your match this time! But no more of this; turn your back to me!"
Margaret quickly caught the drift of his intention and rolled over, presenting her shapely buttocks to Robbins. He aimed the head of his prick, which still had not discharged its manly spray, into the mouth of her cunt again. Instead of driving it home, however, he now smartly slapped her buttocks with both hands until they reddened.
"Aiiee!" Margaret wailed, biting her lip but shuddering with violent pleasure. "Do it, do it to me!"
"Not till I've disciplined you to accept the rod," he snarled, smacking her until the clearing rang with the slaps.
At last he was satisfied and then he plunged his meaty shaft home, impaling Margaret with a quick lunge that threatened to rip her cunt apart. She again shrieked with animal lust and Robbins snorted heavily, feeling his own balls begin to tremble and then dissolve in a gushing spray of semen. Margaret humped quickly, feeling his prick leap and jerk within her cunt, and gasped out obscene oaths when the scalding sperm deluged the interior of her love tunnel.
George, meanwhile, had fashioned a curious figure with Ellen. Standing before her, he forced her to kneel before him and accept his prick in her mouth. Then, using the belt which he had removed from his trousers, he whipped it down smartly onto her buttocks, snapping the heavy tip of the belt against the round, white globes of flesh. Ellen writhed and jerked under these strokes but her eyes widened with pleasure and her mouth worked frantically back and forth over the prick it enclosed. Her fingers were busy at work upon her pussy and within a very short time a flood of clear, musky love dew poured forth from the crevice, inundating her fingers with her own climactic oils. Her mouth continued to work relentlessly along George's cock until finally he threw down the belt and seized her face in his hands. Holding her close, he fucked himself deep into her mouth until the head of his tool forced its way into her throat and spurted out a seemingly endless stream of thick, scalding semen. Ellen's throat worked fast and she swallowed the entire discharge.
After resting a moment Robbins suggested that he and George exchange partners. George was entirely willing to accommodate him and the couples split up, reforming anew with different partners. Both Margaret and Ellen showed themselves entirely agreeable to whatever pleasures the men decreed and for over an hour the small clearing rang with their lusty cries of pleasure.
"Well, I guess that's satisfied me for a while," Margaret said at last as she fingered her well-used cunt. "But I warn you, it's only temporary-I've got a lot of lonely nights to make up for!"
"You should be over in Cody's camp," Robbins told her. "They have almost no women over there, save for a dozen darky girls or so, and those wenches cannot service an entire regiment, lusty though they are!"
"It sounds heavenly," Margaret vowed. "When can I go over?"
"Not until the attack," Robbins said. "Otherwise you might be seen going back and forth. The journey is too long to risk it anyway; too many people might wonder where you'd been, especially if you came back in the condition I'm sure you'd come back in!"
"Why couldn't I stay?"
"We need you here to keep your eyes open and to gather more information."
"Then when will the attack be?"
"Perhaps not for another month," Robbins said. "We're expecting a large shipment of supplies within three weeks; it would be stupid to attack now when we can get all the extra plunder just by waiting!"
"You're right, of course," Margaret agreed, "but it does take a terrible amount of patience, being a spy!"
"The sacrifices will be worth it in the end, my dear," Robbins told her, "when this entire land will be free of Black Republican despotism and a man can take his black property wherever he chooses!"
With that they made their way back to the fort after Robbins had carefully stowed his blanket away. Ellen and Margaret quickly fell asleep, though George and Robbins stayed up for several more hours, bringing each other up to date and going over the plans for the destruction of the Union force on the island. Robbins pointed out that their fort was more a supply depot than a fort, hence its attractiveness to Cody and the Confederates. This would also make it easier to capture.
"You see, all this is to be used later on, when the bluecoats get ready to mount an attack on Charleston-or so they think. But you and I know that the supplies will be used to mount more attacks on bluecoats wherever they are!"
George laughed heartily at the ironic twist, then brought out the plans and information concerning the Springfield arsenal. Robbins looked them over carefully and then filed them away in a leather pouch. They retired and slept the sleep of tired traitors.
Ada awoke the next morning full of energy; she marveled at the groggy, listless attitude shown by Ellen and Margaret, but did not begin to suspect the reason for their slowness. She got a quick breakfast and then bullied Robbins into detailing a young lieutenant into escorting her to her school, about four miles away from the main camp. She found that her "school" was merely another of the slap-dash cabins, fifteen feet square with only a few rude benches inside-a far cry from the well-appointed classrooms she had known back in New England! She consoled herself by remembering that this was the South, after all, a miserable and benighted land, and that she could not expect much from such a heathen country. Nevertheless, she surveyed it proudly, anxious to begin her work and impatient for the first students.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ada had to wait three days, however, before beginning her school. The schoolbooks and supplies which they had brought with them were in a terrible jumble and it took two solid days of sorting and despairing before they could be properly arrayed; another day was needed to carry the supplies to the various schoolhouses. Ellen and Margaret worked dutifully enough, though they had an inner knowledge of pleasures to come after nightfall that Ada never even suspected. Each evening they sauntered out with George and Major Robbins for further "inspections" of the scenery, returning some hours later much more tired than when they had left the camp. However, it was the exhaustion of complete sexual satisfaction-a far different matter, they both agreed.
When finally the first day of school arrived, Ada could hardly stand the suspense. She discovered a group of about twenty students already standing docilely outside the cabin assigned to her; they appeared to range from small children to nearly full-grown men and women. All of them however, were mere beginners in school, as the laws of South Carolina had strictly forbidden anyone to teach even the barest rudiments of learning to slaves.
Midway through the morning, she excused a saucy young freedwoman, a well-built hussy with a flashing eye, to answer "a call of nature," as she put it to herself. A few moments later, a brawny young man made a similarly furtive request, which Ada also granted. She went on with her attempt to introduce her scholars to the alphabet, realizing some minutes later that neither of her charges had returned.
"Excuse me a moment," she announced to the class. "I shall see if-what were their names? The boy and girl whom I excused a while ago?"
"That one, he wuz Rufus, ma'am," someone volunteered in a thick slovely accent.
"n at odder 'un, she's 'manda," a little girl offered.
"Very well, Rufus and Amanda. I'll see if anything's happened to them "
She ignored the snigger that ran through the class when the students realized that she was going to look for the errant pair. Ada had not even circled the cabin when she heard a muffled grunt from a thick clump of jungle greenery behind the schoolhouse. A natural path led her around the thick bushes and when she stepped out into a small clearing, she nearly fainted. There, sitting on a stump facing her, was the errant Rufus; Amanda, the tail of her ragged dress lifted high around her waist, was straddling him and energetically wiggling her taut black rump. Ada stared for a moment, then realized that Rufus had dropped his ragged trousers about his ankles. There, upraised like the black barrel of a giant cannon, rose up from between his thighs a gigantic staff of solid man-meat, a tool of unsurpassed greatness that disappeared inside Amanda's young body! And began to pound hard and fast, in and out of her hot cunt.
Ada eventually realized what was happening and uttered a cry of despairing sorrow at the debauch of her students. Amanda gave one last wiggle of her rump and stepped back from Rufus, allowing her dress to fall down around her thighs and looking at Ada with perplexed concern.
"Wha's dat," she called to Ada, coming toward her, "did you step on a bug er sumpn'?"
"Of course not!" Ada snorted, indignant. "Just what do you think you're doing out here?"
"We's jus' fuckin' a little, dass all," Rufus told her.
Ada shrieked again at the terrible word. Even though shocked beyond belief, as well as deeply ashamed of what she had seen, she could not help noticing that Rufus-now that Amanda had withdrawn herself from over that great shaft-seemed more kin to a stallion than to a human being. That crude, brutal looking implement rearing out from the base of his belly (to which she could not have put a name had her life depended on it) looked easily as large as her forearm. She knew that Amanda must have been hurt terribly by that immense weapon, lodged so far inside her tenderest part. Ripping and tearing at her tender flesh.
"Naw, it didn't hurt none," Amanda insisted when Ada tried to console her. "Hell, 'at Rufus, he wuz jes' gittin' it worked into the tender part when you come up! Shit, I could feel it wuz goin' to be real good and juicy when he let fly wid dat hot jizzurn of his. "You mean that you wanted-this to happen?" Ada inquired, unable to believe her ears.
"Why sho! Hey, you think these things was put on us to pee through er sompn'?"
Ada looked incredulously at her student for a moment, then icily declared that she did not care to discuss the matter before Rufus. She sent him back to the schoolroom and tried to explain to Amanda that such unbridled contempt for the rules of decency could only lead to disaster. After a time, seeing that Amanda had no comprehension at all of what she was trying to say, Ada gave up and escorted the girl back to the schoolroom.
There was an underlying tension in the schoolroom during the rest of the day, an air of suspicion and distrust which Ada could not surmount, try as she would. When she finally dismissed the scholars and sent them on their way, she sat on one of the benches for a long time, even praying for an insight into the strange, depraved creatures whom she had agreed to each. When her escort arrived to accompany her back to the camp, she went along silently, still trying to understand what she had gotten herself into.
That very evening George and Major Robbins went for their after dinner walk by themselves; As soon as they were out of sight of the camp they left the main road, taking a narrow path that led them to the bank of the river emptying out into the sea. Robbins searched the bank for a moment before grunting his approval; he threw back some of the brush and hauled a light, easily managed boat out into the edge of the water. George joined him in the boat and Robbins manned the oars, guiding them upstream. They clung close to the thickly overgrown bank, making it nearly impossible for them to be seen.
After a time the river narrowed slightly, though the brush and trees lining it grew even more thickly. A night bird called out and Robbins answered in kind. A canoe put out from the dark shore and overtook them. They worked their way to a small beach and pulled their craft up onto the shore, then set off through the bushes with a guide from the canoe leading them. After a ten minute walk they came into an immense clearing, the main campground of the large Confederate force.
"Want to see Colonel Cody?" their guide asked.
Robbins grunted his assent and the guide led them over to a rambling, makeshift hut. A tall figure, wearing cavalry boots and grey trousers, stepped forth.
"Robbins!" he called. "Good to see you!"
"And you too, sir," Robbins answered. "This is another of our men, George Raymond, just in from a tour of duty up North."
"I believe I know you under another name, sir," Cody boomed as he shook George's hand enthusiastically. "We always called you George Redmond back at the university!"
The men were indeed classmates, though Robbins had not known this. He stood by for a moment as they exchanged reminiscences but Cody was not one to gab about old times when there was work to be done. He led them inside the cabin and began questioning them "Those plans of that arsenal were first rate," he told George, "but they'll do us precious little good right now I've sent them on to Richmond, by the way. Now, as for that nest of bluecoats over at your end of the island, Robbins, when will be the best time for us to attack?"
Robbins explained that a massive shipment of supplies was expected shortly and Cody digested this news solemnly. He shortly agreed that the attack would best be delayed until the pickings would be fatter, though he growled that his men were getting very impatient.
"And they're sure getting tired of this nigger pussy we got around here," he added with a chuckle. "Them black wenches, they're about to have their asses beaten to a pulp and as for sucking, they say they just can't never look another dick in the face again!"
"I wish there were some way we could spirit a couple of girls over here," George jovially told him "I brought a couple of my fellow workers down here with me-you know one of them, I believe; Ellen Moore? The other is Margaret Penny-and they're just on the point of working Robbins and me to death!"
Would you happen to know either of these young ladys, by any chance?
Cody averred, wittily, that he did indeed remember Ellen and in fact gave a detailed and extremely lewd description of an evening he had spent with her in New Orleans. Neither Robbins nor George was at all surprised by the extravagant demands of her tastes, as recounted by Cody; they knew her wild and insatiable fancies only too well. At length Cody drew his tale to a close and rose.
"You must be getting back to your camp," he told them "else there will be questions asked about your absence."
George and Robbins rowed back to the place where the boat was to be hidden and then walked the remainder of the way to camp. Just before nearing the camp, they split up, so as not to be seen together too much.
As George strolled across the campground, looking as innocent as any New England schoolmaster could ever look, Ada rounded the corner of one of the cabins. She had been standing out in the moonlight, trying to get up her nerve to consult Ellen or Margaret about the shocking behavior between Rufus and Amanda which she had inadvertently witnessed that day but could not overcome her deep scruples against even talking of such horrible deeds. She was also more than a trifle disturbed with herself, since she could not force herself to dispel the image which had been burned so deeply into her mind-the sight of Rufus's terrible, immense prong rearing up to bury itself in Amanda's most intimate, private part. Surely, she told herself, the girl must have been in the deepest agony, being pierced by so brutal an implement, yet Amanda seemed to relish the hideous treatment. These thoughts were still in the forefront of her mind as she turned the corner of the cabin and nearly bumped into George.
"Oh!" she blurted out. "I wasn't expecting to see anyone."
George thought fast, trying to invent some excuse for his late stroll-since it was an hour past the time he usually went to bed; he and Robbins had spent more time at Cody's camp than they had intended-and on the spur of the moment blurted out a story about having been invited to a freedman's gathering farther down the island. He told Ada that the freedmen had been engaged in one of their native religious rites, which he had never seen before.
"They practice a form of voodoo," he told her, thinking fast and trying to remember what he knew of the slaves' religious habits from the old days. "Very primitive and archaic, I gather, but quite interesting."
"How barbaric!" Ada observed.
"Quite so, but still it means a lot to them," George reproved her. "And they are the people we have to work with, so it seemed a good idea to learn what I could of their religious beliefs and habits."
"Do you know, I believe that you may be right? "Well, then, do you think that I might go along to one of these gatherings? After all, I must work with them too, you know!"
This put George into a strict quandary and he thought furiously for a moment, before warning her that the rites were extremely primitive and definitely not the sort of thing for a decent lady to watch. He tried to suggest that the rites had a strongly sexual character and the suggestion was not lost on Ada, though she persisted in her desire to witness the slaves' religious rituals.
"Remember that I too have to teach them," she said, capping off her argument, "and while such doings may not be fit for a lady, neither are the living and sanitary arrangements here! Yet I make do with them very well!"
George, seeing that she could not be put off, promised to look into it and see what could be done. As Ada walked away from him, he realized that his initial lie had gotten him into more difficulties than a taciturn silence might have done. At any rate, he told himself, he had learned that she was not to be put off by hints of lascivious business at the alleged rites-that reinforced his belief that Ada had the makings of a first-class wanton in her, if only someone could find the key to unlock those pentup feelings! He cursed himself for not having mentioned her to Cody; the thought of being able to count upon a prize New England beauty-and Ada did have a certain striking handsomeness about her, he told himself-for his share of the booty when the camp had been overrun would surely inspire the bold Confederate to fight all the harder.
"Whoever gets to plunk her," George told himself, "will surely get one of the ripest cherries in the northern hemisphere, I'll bet! She's had a lot of time to ripen up and that will be some great experience, will be some great experience, popping a hard prick right into the middle of her virgin cunt!"
George chuckled at the thought, tried to imagine the look on Ada's patrician face as she felt the first nudge of a hard, manly tool prying the lips of her pussy apart and threatening her maidenhead with total and immediate destruction. He realized that he would like to be that man, that he would derive a great pleasure from being astride her long, slender body when first she came alive to the unsuspected joys of lust. Those pleasures would have to wait, he told himself; there were far more important things to be done first.
Ada sat around the plain wooden table in the center of the cabin she shared with Ellen and Margaret. The other girls were there and Margaret was in a sharp, sarcastic mood, the result, no doubt, of not having had her daily quota of sensual pleasure. This unfriendly mood killed Ada's impulse to bring out into the open the problem she had encountered at her school that day. Besides, she told herself as she prepared for bed, her friends could have hardly been less interested in hearing such terrible, shocking tales.
Nothing could have been further from the truth, of course. In fact, could Ada only have known it, her friends were at least as obsessed with vision of chocolate-hued pricks as she herself was, though they thought about them in quite different ways, to be sure. Ellen in particular was amusing herself with quite specific and detailed thoughts concerning one of her students, a lad of about sixteen who was already full grown-and that in every way! She had circled her schoolroom that afternoon, after dismissing the class and while waiting for the mounted escort to arrive; a rustling in the nearby bushes had attracted her attention. Upon investigating, she had happened upon "Sunbeam" as the lad was called, urinating happily against a stump. What had struck her, however, was the immense magnitude of the lad's prick-she swore to Margaret, when telling her of the episode, that the kid had a prick the size of a man's forearm.
"And the bastard, he saw me," she had told Margaret vehemently. "Did he put it up? No, not a chance! In fact, he finished peeing and began playing with it! Yes, he was standing there rolling that big black skin back and forth, raising the most terrible cockstand you ever saw, and grinning like an ape at me!"
"Yes," Margaret had snorted, guffawaing with delight at the story, "and I'll bet you were just about to wet your bloomers for wanting a good helping of it!"
Ellen's scarlet face testified to the truth of that shot and she had to admit as much.
"That's nothing," Margaret confided. "Why, I've had myself a couple of helpings of black meat. Mmm, those two darkies were just perfect stallions! Pricks like fenceposts, both of them and did they ever love to get balls-deep into a white woman!"
"Aha!" Ellen crowed. "It sounds to me as if you might be planning to repeat the experiment some time in the not-too-distant future, if I don't miss my guess!"
Margaret conceded that she would not pass up any likely opportunity. Just then they heard Ada approaching, after her conversation with George, and they turned their talk into channels they considered more fit for their partner's delicate ears. However, each of the three women lay awake for a time that evening, each picturing in her mind a long, thick, maroon or ebony colored prick, head naked and flaring out in that sullen fashion that promised such rich enjoyment for the woman who knew how to use it. Only Ada fought against the image; only she knew nothing about the joys and peculiar pleasures to be had from those brutally shaped but totally fascinating implements.
CHAPTER FIVE
For several days after that shocking, humiliating confrontation with Amanda and Rufus, Ada said nothing to the pair. She frankly did not know what to say, but she realized that her duties as a teacher demanded that she try at least to convince Amanda of the terrible error of her unbridled ways. She decided upon a course of action, to be executed as soon as she could get up her nerve to talk to Amanda about the delicate subject. Finally she decided, on a Sunday, that the next day would be the appropriate time for her showdown with the girl.
Meanwhile, Ellen and Margaret had not been dawdling in their own program of sexual investigation. In fact, Ellen had worked a trick to get herself alone with "Sunbeam" one afternoon. The lout, not innocent in the way of women, knew very well what Ellen wanted and insolently lolled in the classroom after his peers had departed for the day, allowing her a full view of the ferociously stiff prick that seemed almost to tear out the front of his ragged trousers in its impetuous "urge to be free.
Ellen hesitated for a moment as she stood before her desk, unable to take her eyes off the barely veiled monstrosity growing out from between the lad's thighs. She could not seduce him in the way she would ordinarily do if he had been a white man; the thought of kissing those huge, simian lips disgusted her but she could not think of anything except feeling that immense tool go slithering into her superheated cunt. Finally she raised her skirts, unfastened her bloomers and stepped out of them "Sunbeam" stood up, stripped his trousers off and exposed the terrible, ebony club to her sight. Ellen gasped, awed and even frightened by the tool's great length and nerve-shattering width; she touched it lightly, shivering as her fingers closed upon the warm, rock-hard shaft of the lad's prick. She skinned it back easily for him, shuddering with a sick kind of joy as she imagined that flaring, ridged head cutting her flesh apart. Then, flinging caution and propriety to the winds, she turned her back to him.
"Quick," she panted, leaning over her desk and exposing her bare rump to him "give it to me!"
"Sunbeam" stepped up into position, prick at the ready mark, and guided that round, knobby head between the ivory-white thighs, aiming straight at the hair-rimmed scarlet-toned gash Ellen presented to him He used no finesse, not subtle preparation; his was the short, direct and brutal approach. Giving one heavy lunge, aiming forward and slightly upward, he forced the gap at one stroke and lodged a good four inches of his massive, mule-like prick in the depths of Ellen's man-hungry cunt. She gasped out a strangled oath, bit down on her lower lip and lifted up onto her tiptoes, as if to escape the terrible splitting pain dealt out by "Sunbeam's" swollen prick. The lad was not to be denied his pleasure and moved closer, shuffling easily so as not to lose the advantage he had already gained. His distended cock now poised directly below the gaping slit between Ellen's white thighs and had bulged out the rim of her cunt until the narrow, usually jagged slit was now a perfect circle.
"Heah it come," he grunted softly, and then began to life his loins upward, driving relentlessly forward and up.
Ellen felt the broadheaded tool force the tender flesh of her cunt apart and knew that he would not be stopped until he had lodged the entire length of that massive instrument in her body. She now felt the last vestiges of pain depart, washed away by the far stronger tingle of sensual pleasure; her loins took charge of her body and began to force her hips into a slo w, sensuous grind that caused her tight, juicy cunt to grip "Sunbeam's" prick all the more firmly. He grinned at her reaction, knew that no woman could long resist the awesome pressure of his pride and joy, and chalked up another conquest for his broad sceptre.
Even though she was the first white woman he had ever touched, much less speared with his prick, he retained enough judicious awareness to realize that her flesh was not better than that of certain of the lustier field wenches whose bodies he had already plumbed with great success and happiness. Even so, there was a certain piquant charm to the way this woman grunted out fervent oaths and jerked her taut, pleasingly smooth rump against him, trying desperately to get even more of that swollen post inside her loins. "Sunbeam" grabbed her gyrating hips and plastered his loins to hers, flattening the thick, bushy hair growing around the base of his prick and mingling it with her sparse growth of feminine fuzz.
"Now, let it go!" Ellen gasped, feeling her belly dissolve into a sea of quaking, molten jelly. "Shoot, damn you; shoot your fucking cream into my cunt!"
"Sunbeam" may have been used to energetic swinging of a woman's hips, but startling, barnyard language like this had escaped him He found it highly intoxicating and felt his heavy, dangling balls respond instantly to the obscene orders.
"Heah it come," he grunted heavily, swinging his hips back and again plunging his meaty spike to the hilt, splitting Ellen's throbbing cunt squarely in two.
She swore later, when confiding her experience to Margaret, that the lad's prick had at least doubled in diameter when the hot jets of milky goo had begun to spurt through its great length. The first spray hit her like a bolt of lightning, sending her sense reeling with new joys and immediately doubling the intensity of her own orgasm Again and again the lusty lad's big prick pumped and leaped within the tight, mucilaginous confines of Ellen's cunt, shooting out great wads of smoking sperm and deluging her womb with salty spray. Like all young lads, "Sunbeam" possessed an immense quantity of the masculine venom and his balls propelled it forth with a vigor which Ellen had rarely experienced. When at last his mighty tool ceased its leaping, dribbling out the last droplet of come, he relaxed slightly and stepped back, bringing it halfway out of her body.
"No, don't take it out," Ellen moaned, reaching back to try to hold him close to her. "Leave it in just a few more minutes."
"Shit, that ain't in good," the boy told her. Taking a deep breath, he launched another experiment, testing out a theory which he had heard several of the more experienced and worldly slaves advance when they had fallen to discussing the merits of planting their seed in a white woman. "What I want you to do now, just to make it all the better, is to turn around here and give it a little suck!"
Now "Sunbeam" had never had his prick even kissed by his earlier conquests; the callow girls whom he had enjoyed previously had all been too inexperienced to know and appreciate the splendors of orally honoring the masculine rod which had brought them such pleasure. However he had heard certain older men speak of this act and had looked forward to it with anticipation. In particular, he remembered hearing Walter, the plantation's carpenter, tell of slyly visiting certain elegant white women in Savannah, where he had once lived, and telling of how he had often been persuaded to lie back and let them lap the creamy sperm off his prick after he had pounded them into a frenzy. Would this teacher be cut from the same cloth, "Sunbeam" wondered?
Ellen swung to face him her eyes glinting dangerously. Even though her belly and thighs still throbbed with the memory of the violently delicious orgasm which the lad had given her, she still had an appetite for lewdness. Glancing down at his distended prick, she saw that it was covered with blobs of sperm and thickly coated with her own orgasmic juices. Shining and sullenly erect, the prick glared up at her with its one eye, almost daring her to pay it further homage.
"Sure, I'll suck it off for you," she grunted, falling swiftly to her knees.
"Sunbeam" had not really expected her to comply with his request. In fact, he was not even sure that he wanted his prick kissed and sucked but he had heard so much about the strange act that he could not pass up the opportunity. His surprise was all the greater, then, when he saw the high and mighty teacher fall to her knees and seize his swollen spike in her fingers and begin kissing it hungrily. Ellen could get only the head of the massive tool into her mouth but she took that much with quick grace, popping the flaring lavendar bulb between her lips and running her tongue over its smooth, satiny surface with deliberate eroticism She moved her head to allow her to cover the entire length of the shaft with kisses, kisses which saw her tongue darting forth to cleanse the brawny tool of all the liquids she had deposited there, along with the salty sperm he had ejaculated. Startled into meek submission, "Sunbeam" stood still as she caressed his prick with her lips and tongue. When the flesh was perfectly clean, Ellen stood up, surveyed her work proudly, and picked up the bloomers she had thrown aside so casually.
"That's all," she said, dismissing the lad airily. "You told me to do it and I did. Now I must get ready for the troopers; they will be here shortly."
"Sunbeam" felt cheated somehow and obeyed her wave of dismissal sullenly. Her kisses, so hot and abandoned, had fired him again with a desire to feel her hot, sweaty cunt around his prick, but he too recognized that this was not wise, not with the troopers due at any moment. He silently drew on the ragged trousers, stuffing his slowly diminishing prick into them carefully, and sauntered out without saying a word. When the troopers clanked up, spurs jingling and leather creaking, no one could have told that Ellen had only minutes before been engaged in the lewdest and most perverted of pursuits.
Ellen wasted no time in informing Margaret of her good luck. She held nothing back; it did not seem to them that a Negro lad was enough of a human being for them to be degraded by contact of the most intimate sort with him Margaret was openly envious and declared that she too had her eye on a likely young lout in her school, an overgrown ape (as she called him) but one who had a knowing eye about him as well as a surplus of the commodity which Margaret treasured above all others. They were back on the subject late that evening, when Ada returned from another walk around the camp. She arrived just in time to hear Ellen say something about "they're all just black apes but some of them really know how to satisfy a woman."
"It isn't knowledge so much," Margaret replied, "It's just that they're so much like animals they have all that surplus prick and don't know anything but getting it into a woman and driving it home!"
Ada walked in just then; her fierce blush showed that she had heard some of the preceding conversation but the determined glint in her eyes showed that she did not intend to ignore it.
"I think that's a perfectly awful attitude," she burst out, seating herself at the table along with Ellen and Margaret. "They're human beings, just like us, and we must recognize that if we are to get anywhere at all in teaching!"
Ellen and Margaret, not to be put down without a struggle, immediately answered her strongly and loudly, disputing every part of her statement. They wrestled the matter around for a few minutes, though neither Ellen nor Margaret had the debating skill needed to hold her own with the well-educated Ada. Finally, Margaret slapped the table and put out her own rebuttal.
"Whatever you may say," she snorted angrily, "the bigger the dick the better, and there's no denying that for sheer size, you just cannot beat a healthy black buck!"
"I'm sure that I know nothing of such things," Ada murmured, blushing fiercely and retiring into an ashamed silence.
Part of her shame, she had to admit, was that she did know something of what Margaret was talking about, though she could not bring herself to tell Ellen or Margaret this. She realized again just how impressive the sight of Rufus's gigantic "thing" (as she referred to his prick in her thoughts) had been when she had seen Amanda straddling him and impaling herself upon its sturdy length. Impressive? She asked herself, horrified to find her mind applying such terms to such degrading acts. Yes, she admitted, it was impressive, but her New England conscience told her that very likely Satan was capable of conjuring up impressive acts of sinful wickedness. She determined on the spot to wait no longer and to attempt to save Amanda from the dreadful fate awaiting her if she did not instantly amend her ways.
The following Monday gave Ada the chance she sought. Midway through the school day, she decided upon just how she could get a short time alone with Amanda. She would dismiss the school an hour early and require Amanda to stay behind. Once they were alone, she told herself, the opportunity would be hers.
Amanda sat patiently upon a rough bench as the rest of the scholars filed out of the little schoolhouse when Ada dismissed them. She had no idea what the teacher wanted with her, though a long experience with whites suggested that the session would not be a pleasant one. She was all the more surprised, then, when Ada sat down on the bench beside her and began talking earnestly, though definitely not in anger.
"Amanda, I'm terribly concerned about your behavior," she began, looking down at the floor and clasping her hands together.
"But Mis' Ada, I wuz good all day today," Amanda protested. "I didn't talk er nothin' like that and I even answered some of what you asked me."
"No, I don't mean about today," Ada corrected her, "I mean about what I saw you doing the other day, with Rufus. That's what I mean."
"But Mis' Ada, we wuz jis' gittin' us a li'l piece of pussy," Amanda muttered, surprised that the teacher was bringing this up again. "Hell, we does that all the time; ain't no harm in gittin' yo' pussy stuffed, 'specially when it's by somebody good as Rufus. Land, ain't he got a whang on him?"
"That's just what I mean," Ada persisted. She went on to try to explain the dreadful consequences of such careless, unprincipled behavior. Amanda sat silently, listening to the entire lecture, but Ada finally saw that she was not making an impression on the girl. When she paused to consider a new approach Amanda turned and nearly floored her with a question of her own.
"If it's all that wrong," she demanded, looking Ada straight in the eye, "the how come y'all is bangin' away so hard at them black dicks?"
"What ... what do you mean?" Ada gasped, appalled at the question.
"You knows what I mean," Amanda snorted. "You ain't got yo'self a treatment yet, but I knows fer a fact that that other one, Mis' Ellen, she got her cunt reamed out by 'Sunbeam' las' week. And that other one, Mis' Margaret, they's two, three young studs figger that she's going to let one of them stuff the meat to her purty soon too. So if they's goin' so wild about it, then what's wrong with me doin' it too?"
Ada tried to protest that this was not so, that neither Ellen nor Margaret would do such a terrible thing, but midway through her protest she remembered the conversation between the two which she had interrupted the previous week. Could it be possible that Amanda was telling the truth? She realized with a sinking awareness that it was indeed possible, perhaps even probable.
"See? I ain't such a liar after all, is I?" Amanda demanded, seeing that Ada had already admitted the truth of her charge. "Shit, for all that matter, I knows a couple of young bucks that'd be just real happy to slip you a cuntful of hard stuff too, if n you wants it. How 'bout that, Mis' Ada? You want me to say a word to one of 'em? They's really got the meat, I guarantee you that!"
Ada, scandalized by the charge, indignantly refused the offer. Amanda seemed to respect her more for this; at least, she told herself, this white woman did not preach one thing and then practice another.
"I'm glad you said that," she told Ada frankly. "I was afraid that you was another one of them that's sellin' us out but maybe they's some better stuff in you."
This statement caught Ada's attention and she pounced on it, questioning the young girl about what she meant by saying that someone was "selling them out." Amanda explained that the ex-slaves knew that a large force of Confederates were hiding in the swamps just upriver from the island; Ada clearly doubted this but Amanda went on to tell her that periodically a freedman or several would disappear.
"The women, they don't never show up," Amanda told her. "But we's found some of the men; usually they hangin' from a tree with their balls cut off and slung around their neck. But then we gets our back; we catched us one of them Rebs a couple of weeks ago and roasted his ass over a slow fire. That whitetrash, he lasted near a whole night 'fo he finally give up 'n died but we sho' had a lot of fun while he was yelling and kicking."
Ada was horrified at this tale but even more appalled at the matter-of-fact way Amanda told the shocking story. There was an air of simple truth about the girl, she decided, that lent credence to her amazing story about the large Rebel force hiding nearby.
"Tell me," she asked Amanda. "Do the Union forces here know about this?"
"Sho, they knows," Amanda replied. "A couple of our men has went over and told them but they jus' laughed and said we was poor ol' darkies that was seein' things in the dark. But I tell you, that was no ghost that we roasted over that slow fire! And he sho' made a lot of racket while he was dyin', just to have been somethin' we imagined!"
Ada gave up her effort to "reform" Amanda and sat in front of the schoolhouse, waiting for the troopers to arrive and escort her back to the camp. As she waited, she reflected upon what Ada had told her. By the time the troopers had arrived, she had determined that she would go straight to George, or Major Robbins., or both, and confront them with the story she had heard. Perhaps Amanda, an innocent and doubtless ignorant girl, could have misunderstood something or otherwise have gotten confused. Probably Major Robbins could give a clearer explanation, she convinced herself, but nevertheless she vowed to have it out with him upon returning to the camp.
CHAPTER SIX
Major Robbins happened to be standing outside his tent as Ada and her escort rode into the camp that afternoon. She immediately dismounted and walked over to him, requesting a few minutes of his time. He granted it and escorted her to a shady spot where a log provided them with a bench.
"All right, what's on your mind?" he asked her genially enough.
Ada immediately launched into the story she had gotten though she did not mention the details of the hanged men or of the Confederate who had fallen into the freedmen's hands. Robbins listened impassively, never moving a muscle, as she raced through the edited version of her story. When she stopped and looked expectantly at him he smiled ruefully and shook his head.
"My dear, there is just no end of surprises in those people," he told her. "I'll grant that she may have sounded extremely convincing, but do you really consider her a trustworthy observer of military affairs? Or consider this, we are constantly patrolling this entire area, both looking for any Confederate patrols and also mapping the countryside for the time when we move inland. Do you imagine that our men, all experienced in warfare, would not have come across some trace of these supposed Confederates in all that time?"
Ada could not answer those questions, of course, and she had to admit to the major that his explanations and assurances carried much more authority than the unsupported story of an ignorant slave girl, however honest she might appear to be. At length Ada rose and asked him to forgive her obtuseness.
"That's quite all right," he told her. "After all, you have a right to have your questions answered. Be assured that we are constantly on the alert."
However, Major Robbins wore a different face later that evening, when he led George outside the camp and down the path to the river's edge. After telling him of the story Ada had brought forth, he stamped angrily and cursed the nosiness of New England schoolmarms.
"What do you intend to do?" George asked.
"Get her out of the way somehow" Robbins replied. "True, she's just a woman and a busybody to boot, but that's just what we don't need, somebody going around with scare stories that get the wind up in the wrong quarters. I just might have to arrange an accident for her."
"I have a better idea," George suggested suddenly. "One that might help us in more ways than one."
He went on to explain how Ada had nearly bumped into him one evening as they were returning from a late excursion and had had to create a story about sneaking upriver to witness a voodoo ceremony. Ada had expressed an interest in such rites, he said, and this created an interesting possibility; he could take her along to another such rite and as soon as they were upriver a short distance, they could then be "overcome" by bandits.
"Except they'll really be Cody's men," George went on. "I'll make a lucky break for it and get away but my story will be that Ada, poor soul, was shot in the first rush of attackers. That will leave the soldiers free to take her on into Cody's camp. That way, he'll get the pleasure of splitting that cherry of hers and we'll be free of a trouble maker."
"You know something like that might be arranged," Robbins told him "Cody has a band of slaves up there with him, a gullible lot who really do practice voodoo. He's hornswoggled them into thinking he's a white devil, or a white god, I forget which, and they're scared to death of him. If he told them to stage a show, they'd break their backs doing it-and maybe that young miss could get her eyes full of some darkies really banging the pussy-hole. You know, when those drums get them worked up, the bucks get a cockstand that just will not go down and the women, well! They're just wild for it. Some gamey scenes at those things, I'll tell you!"
They agreed that George's scheme had a lot of merit. Robbins immediately led him back to his tent, where he wrote out a detailed explanation of the scheme and then sealed it in a waterproof packet.
"I've got a mailbox about a mile upriver," he gold George as they again left the camp, "where Cody and I can leave messages for each other. This will tell him everything and within two days we should have an answer. I don't think she'll cause any trouble in that short a time."
They deposited the message in the secret place used as a mailbox and then rowed back downstream to the hiding place for the boat. When they got back to the campsite, George could hardly keep down his impulse to yell out for joy at the wickedness of the scheme he and Robbins had dreamed up; he would gladly have given a great deal to have been at the conclusion, when Ada found herself sacrificing her virginity to a depraved Rebel, as she would doubtless consider Cody.
Robbins got an answer even earlier than he expected. The next night, Tuesday, he took George out for another walk and they rowed up to the mailbox where a message was waiting. Robbins read it in the moonlight and announced that Cody entirely agreed with the scheme. In fact, he had arranged for his captive Negroes to stage a performance of their barbaric ceremonies the very next evening. Robbins and George congratulated each other on this quick work and hurried back to camp, that they might make the necessary arrangements with Ada. She was alone in her cabin when they approached and when George explained the situation, announcing that he had heard of a voodoo rite to be performed the next night, Ada stoutly affirmed her willingness to go along with them.
"I warn you," Major Robbins told her, "there are times when these things become almost orgiastic. Many would say that they are not fit for a lady to witness."
Ada stoutly adhered to her resolution and said that she owed it to her profession to try any measures that might better enable her to understand the people with whom she had to work. At that, George and Major Robbins told her to be ready the following evening immediately after dinner, when they would leave the camp.
Ada gave little thought to the forthcoming venture for the rest of that night or the following day. She was beginning to find a real reward in her teaching and in the two days since her long talk with Amanda, had decided that the lithe, energetic girl might have a great deal of promise as a student, if only she could give up her lascivious ways and pay more attention to her schoolwork. Amanda too seemed to recognize a kindred spirit in Ada and in that short time they made real progress toward becoming friends.
When dinner was over, on that fateful Wednesday evening, Ada rose and joined Major Robbins and George outside the adjutant's tent. Robbins told an orderly that they were going out boating and should be back by ten or eleven o'clock that night. Ada followed them out of the camp and down to the beach, though this time Robbins led them to the beach where the Army's fleet of rowboats and canoes were tied up. They selected a canoe and set out upstream both Robbins and George wielding paddles. It took them nearly an hour to reach the designated spot; they neither saw nor heard any human presence all that time. However, George and Robbins both knew that they had been carefully watched by Cody's men for most of the journey.
Cody had set up a separate area as the site for the voodoo rite, picking a spot about a mile closer to the sea than his large camp. This would enable Ada to see, and hopefully to enjoy, the spectacle he had staged for her without realizing that she was already in the hands of the Confederates. A grizzled old Negro greeted them as they beached their canoe and stepped up onto the bank, calling out that he would guide them to the spot where the ceremonies were to be held.
Ada heard the muffled thump of drums long before they arrived at the small clearing Cody had chosen for them The Negroes, excited by the prospect before them, could not be restrained and were already swaying to the beat of the drums when Robbins led them into the clearing. They seated themselves on a blanket spread out before a log, which could serve as a backrest. Ada leaned forward, interested in the scene before her.
Torches mounted on poles gave an eerie light to the tableau, which was nothing but a small brush-thatched arbor sheltering a rude altar, on which lay a trussed white chicken. A Negro woman, tall and haughty, wearing a scarlet turban and a long white gown, stood before the altar, swaying slightly as she contemplated the fowl before her. Several other Negroes stood or sat around the arbor, patting their naked feet in time to the insidious drum beat and nodding their heads sleepily. Their eyes were fixed on the woman, their priestess? They seemed almost hypnotized by her.
Suddenly, just after Robbins and his companions were seated comfortably, the priestess gave a long, keening wail and then stepped back from the small, crude altar. She spread her arms wide and turned to face the white onlookers. Ada gasped with shock, perceiving of a sudden that the woman was totally naked beneath her long robe, which fastened only at the neck and hung open the rest of the way. A gently stirring breeze riffled the thin white fabric, swirling it back around her dark brown flanks. The flickering torches disclosed the full blooming beauty of her breasts, which were ringed with a white paint, and played over the rippling muscles of her taut, slim belly. Ada could even see the dark fur curling heavily around the bony mass of the woman's love-mound; it looked like a thicket of black fur in the torchlight.
The priestess screamed out an unintelligible phrase, using the native dialect the slaves had brought from Africa, and then flung off the robe entirely. Naked, she moved forward, vibrating and undulating in time with the beat of the savage drums. Her artfully deployed fingers whipped through the air, tracing obscure figures but continually drawing attention to the space between her thighs. Ada found her gaze constantly reverting back to that spot, wondering what kind of religion it might be that would require the priestess to display her most intimate, sacred parts so brazenly-nay, even to compel the onlookers to look at that feminine haven. For there was no doubt that the priestess was emphasizing her sex; she spread her feet wide and flexed her knees, leaning over so that the love-mound and the scarlet-lipped wound below it were even more flagrantly on view Ada felt her own body warming and growing a-tingle; in spite of her strict upbringing and her strongly religious conscience, she felt her nipples spring alive and knew that the furrow running between her own thighs was sweating profusely. She became annoyed with herself at being so "loose," as she put it, but the insidious throb of the drums, the warm evening, and the frankly sensual nature of the priestess and her movements combined to send her head and senses reeling.
The priestess now lifted her arms up to the skies and began a low chant; she was squatting on her heels but tipped far over backwards with her knees spread wide apart, showing every contour of her mature, womanly pussy. Ada realized with a start that the priestess too was excited; she could see the glistening love-dew on the big, swollen lips of the woman's pussy! It seemed as if the priestess was imploring a god, or some native deity, to come down out of the heavens, Ada decided. Perhaps she was praying that one of her gods might come down and take possession of her, Ada thought; she had read of such superstitious belief but had never supposed that she would actually witness such pagan behavior.
The priestess's voice rose higher and the drums picked up the tempo, rapping and thudding insistently. The woman arched her back, thrusting her pelvis high up into the air and shaking from side to side in a vicious parody of the love-dance; it was as if she were trying to use her body to defeat the god whom she imagined to be spread over her. The drums mounted to a throbbing crescendo, with the priestess shuddering terribly as her body writhed in religious ecstasy. Ada had no doubt what she was witnessing; though she had never experienced a sensual climax she supposed rightly that the poor deluded woman had persuaded herself that the deity was indeed possessing her and driving her to the peaks of religious excitement.
The drums died down to a low, soft throb and the priestess, moving much more slowly, rose and marched back to the altar. She seized a heavy knife from the altar, brandished it while chanting a guttural song, and then sacrificed the chicken, completely severing its head at one blow Holding the fluttering body in her hands, she anointed her worshippers with its hot blood, an act that totally disgusted Ada and wiped out all vestiges of the excitement she had formerly felt.
"That's all of it," Robbins announced, getting back to his feet. "We'd better be moving along, I suppose."
George and Ada rose to accompany him but just then a group of men entered the clearing. Ada cried out a warning but then saw that neither George nor Major Robbins was taking alarm at their appearance.
"I forgot to tell you, my dear, that you will not be returning with us," Robbins informed her, bowing gracefully and then walking off.
Ada screamed out in fright but the Confederates quickly seized her and carried her off into the darkness, bearing her away to their main camp. George and Robbins followed their guide back to their canoe, got in it and paddled away. As George and Robbins followed their guide back to their canoe, got in it and paddled away from Cody's camp, then they tipped over their canoe, allowing it to fill with water and sink. They then swam ashore and walked back to their camp, making sure to take paths that led through thick underbrush so that when they arrived at the camp, just before dawn, their clothes were shredded and they gave a convincing appearance of men who had been wandering all night.
Robbins's story, of how they had been paddling quietly down the river when Ada had moved suddenly, capsizing the canoe, was accepted without question. No one doubted their assertions that they had repeatedly dived into the river, hoping to find her but failing. They were put to bed, though not before Robbins had a chance to whisper the true story to Margaret. She, of course, immediately searched out Ellen and repeated it to her.
"Damn, what wouldn't I give to be there," she chortled into Ellen's ear, "when Cody puts his big prick to her! That'd be a sight I'd walk halfway to Richmond just to see!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Margaret was already too late, however, even if she had been in Cody's camp at the very moment that she said those envious words. Ada had been half-carried and half-dragged to the main camp, where she found a tall, husky Confederate officer patiently awaiting her arrival. Torches were brought and set onto posts ringing his tent, illuminating the bare earth with bright light. Cody looked her over carefully, assessing her charms and beauty, and decided that George had a very good eye indeed for women.
"Tie her up," he ordered the men holding her. "You know how,"
Ada was thrown to the ground, wailing out protests and cries which made no impression on anyone, and securely trussed to four stout pegs driven into the hard soil. The pegs were arranged in a box pattern and she was spreadeagled between them arms and legs spread wide. She nearly fainted but only her iron willpower kept her conscious; she was determined not to give in to her weakness. Cody now ordered her stripped and pawing hands tore at her dress and underclothes, completely denuding her before the gaping eyes of the gathered crowd.
"Whoo-ee! Ain't she a looker?" MM-mm some tits!"
"Hey, lookee there at that cunt! Just like a bear trap!" "Hey, Colonel, you gonna go huntin' in that-ere bear trap!"
Ada knew now what was in store for her. Cody watched the entire proceedings, patient and thoughtful. Once her clothing had been ripped off, he came forward and eyed her naked beauty once more. Her breasts heaved mightily, thrusting the strawberry-shaped nipples into the air in a beguiled fashion; her thighs churned as she tried to cut off her pussy from the prying eyes. Cody knelt between those flashing thighs and probed her with a finger. He grunted approvingly after a moment and straightened up to unfasten the front of his trousers.
"She's a cherry all right," he announced to his men.
"But she ain't a-gonna be one fer long!" Someone whooped delightedly. "Colonel Cody gonna turn her into a prick-lovin' Yankee!"
Ada nearly fainted with shock when she saw the immense instrument of lust which the Confederate brought from his trousers. It was more like a cannon than anything to be found on a man; straight and rigid, stretching out for a good ten inches and equipped with a broad tip that would have done service as a soup dish, had it been detached and hollowed out; the prick seemed almost inhumanly large. Cody shook it smartly and leaned over her, guiding it down against the frightened lips of her pussy with his right hand.
Ada's sex had not totally dired off from the excitement engendered in it by the voodoo ceremony; that was all that saved her, as those few drops of love's lubricant eased the passageway enough for Cody's mighty prick to bore within her without tearing the tender flesh lining the pathway. As it was, she screamed horribly when she felt her maidenhead stretch taut and then shatter; the pain cut through her like a knife and she fainted dead away. Cody finished his work quickly, disgusted at her faintheartedness. He plunged his terrible weapon in her to the hilt, allowed his balls to spit forth a goodly portion of their masculine venom and then rose up angrily.
"Damned Yankee bitch," he growled, looking down at her disdainfully. "Can't do anything but faint just when she feels the prick go in her! Here, you men, you have a go and see if you can bring her around!"
Cody returned to his tent, stamping and swearing at the delicate New England womanhood that refused to face up to the better things of life. His troopers gathered round Ada's trussed body, eager to take their turns. Ada lay quietly while seven men used her body, plunging their stiff, semen-caked pricks into her cunt and quickly inundating her with their spew. She came back to consciousness just as the eighth man was kneeling over her; her screams and energetic thrusts as she sought to escape the horrible fate only added a new spice to the conquest.
"Sheee-ittt, Newt," one man bellowed out happily, "you got you'self a New England bearcat there! Whup it to her 'fore she breaks loose!"
Newt followed the instructions to the letter and bore down heavily on Ada's heaving body. She was plastered to the bare earth by his massive weight and shuddered with agonized shame as she felt his braod-beamed prick slice its way into her body. The previous attackers moistening the passage way so that he had no difficulty in plumbing her to the hilt, but Ada's tender, untried flesh, new to this game, resisted nevertheless. She shrieked out her shame and disgust at what was happening to her but there was nothing she could do to prevent the shameful acts. Newt finished his pleasure and vacated the place between her thighs, clearing the way for another lusty Rebel. Ada was tied there for several hours and in the course of that time over twenty men wetted their pricks in her bloodstained, semen-gushing cunt.
"That's enough for now" Cody finally barked out from the tent. "You don't want to ruin her for life, just break her in good! Take her over to the stable and throw her in with the rest of the wenches."
Ada could not stand; her legs absolutely refused to hold her; but she was dragged over to a rude log structure and flung inside it. The gate was securely barred behind her and she fell over in a heap, crying with shame and disgust at what had befallen her.
"There, tha's all right, honey," a voice murmured soothingly. "Sho, it's tough shit, losin' yo' cherry like dat, but hell, we all got to go some time!"
Ada shrank back but then realized that she was at last safe from her despoilers. Looking up, she saw a black face peering down at her.
"Where am I?" she moaned.
The Negro girl, a fairly attractive girl of about twenty, told her that she was in the women's compound of Cody's secret camp. Ada started with surprise, remembering what Amanda had told her, and now realized with a rush of shame that the girl had been right, after all!
"I's Sally," her new friend told her. "They's some mo' of us in here; we's just prick bait for them. When they get's 'em a harden and just can't do without no mo' pussy, then they comes over here and flogs it to us. They don't like it much, since we's all black, but we's all they is-so they ain't too choosey. They was real glad to see you, even if you is a Yankee; a little helpin' of white meat'll sho' perk them boys up some!"
"You mean ... I'll be treated like that again?" Ada blurted out.
"Sho' nuff, honey. So you better learn to like it 'cause that's all you got to look forward to, least till our men can come 'n get us out."
Ada inquired into her meaning and learned that the freedmen, well aware of the camp's existence, had been conducting a month-long skirmish with the Confederates. Sporadic fighting took a light toll on both sides but Sally said that her fellow blacks were planning a massive attack that would drive the Confederates into the river, though she could not say when that would occur.
"Till that time, honey," she warned Ada, "you just better lay back 'n learn to love fuckin' cause that's all they is for us!"
"I'm so sore and raw," Ada breathed, trying to spread her legs wider and ease the pressure on her tortured flesh. "I'm sure I'll never be able to walk again!"
"Sho' you will, honey; you just need a little of Rosebud's treatment," Sally told her. "Rosebud, she can fix you up real sweet and nice, make it like you was almost new again. Course, she's kinda got a taste for pussy-lickin' anyway, but it sho' beats just lettin' it fester and get all sore!"
"You mean, she wants to ... to put her mouth on me? Down there?"
"That's it," Sally admitted. "Shit, honey, ain't no bother to it; Rosebud likes it and I swear to you, it'll make you feel good all over. Come on, lay back and let her work on you a little!"
Blushing with shame and distraught, Ada found herself giving in to Sally's urging. She lay back in the black girl's arms, sighing and covering her face. Sally motioned into the darkness and another Negro girl crawled forth on hands and knees. They were all naked, like Ada, and the ravages of the Confederate's perverted and frequent demands had scored their faces with the marks of rampant lechery. Rosebud was no different, at least in looks. However, a smile spread over her face and she saw the white, lovely body spread out in Sally's arms; Ada's thighs were already parted for her and the dark, bushy Vee of pubic fur marked the spot Rosebud sought. She touched her lips to Ada's white thighs, licking off the flecks of pearly semen which had spotted those lovely pillars of flesh, then moved her lips closer to the throbbing, aching center of Ada's being.
In spite of all the shame and indignity she had already endured that evening, Ada felt her flesh growing warm and alive as the girl's lips played over her body, setting off exciting tingles of sensual feeling.
She groaned miserably, ashamed of herself for responding to such perverted caresses, but the burning pain centered between her thighs was too intense to permit her to resist strenuously.
Rosebud lifted her thighs slightly, elevating the bruised and wounded cleft and making it more accessible to her mouth. Ada was surprised at the gentle touch; Rosebud barely pressed her lips to the tortured lips and membranes but that light touch was enough to bring a momentary relief to her sore flesh.
Sally held Ada in her arms, comforting her and incidentally touching her own dark, livid nipples to Ada's white breasts. They burned into her womanly mounds like two hot coals, bringing her senses even more alive with feeling.
Sally crooned an incoherent stream of words, assuring Ada that everything would be all right; an acute observer, positioned just right, could also have seen that Sally's right hand had slipped down between her slender thighs and was actively caressing her own distended sex, stroking it gently and warming the overused flesh until she, too, was alive and glowing with sensual fervor.
Ada now felt Rosebud's mouth pressing harder against the soft flesh of her sex: the girl's tongue flicked out, gentle and warm to slide over the inner lips of her pussy and bring a soothing balm to that raw, plundered flesh.
Rosebud, excited and aroused by the gushing feminine oils which Ada's body generated profusely, oils which were all the more savory for being slated with the bittersweet sperm which the Confederate rapists had spurted inside her.
Her tongue worked back and forth like a serpent's head, probing and tasting, then playing over the distended, stiffened spike of the woman's clitoris and even dipping down to titillate the taut, brown ring of her anus.
Ada writhed under that gentle excitement, feeling her body grow even more alive and eager for more of that devilish treatment. Sally too was near the peak of her excitement; she had brought her throbbing pussy to a state of oily, juicy warmth and now had three fingers buried deep in the rubbery mouth of her cunt, stretching and thrilling her brutalized nerve endings.
Ada arched her hips upward, thrusting herself into Rosebud's mouth with a savage passion that would earlier have seemed completely alien to her prudish, restrained nature. However, the hopelessness of her situation, coupled with the terrible treatment she had already endured, threw her into a moral limbo, where her usual moral inhibitions counted for nothing.
She realized that she was fucking herself against the Negro girl's mouth (though she did not put it in those words, of course,) but it was as if she were standing aside, coolly watching another woman do those horrifying things.
With a tearful gasp and then a flurry of hip-grinding action, she pressed her pulsating cunt hard against the girl's eager mouth and delivered herself of a tremulous orgasm that sent floods of orgiastic fluid gushing into Rosebud's lips. The Negro girl hungrily lapped at the cascading stream of cunty oils, grunting out muffled sounds of pleasure as she felt her own pussy spring into living testimony to her pleasure.
Sally, knowing full well what was happening, thrust her fingers even deeper into her cunt and joined them in their shuddering pleasure. Ada, fully exhausted by this last effort, fell back in her arms in a swoon as Rosebud finished the delightful task of tongueing her pussy and cunt.
The sun had arisen and there was a steady hum of activity in the Rebel camp when Ada opened her eyes and stretched her sore muscles. She immediately realized that she was stark naked and tried to hide her body from view, though when she peered around her she saw that her fellow captives in the tiny stockade paraded their dark nudity with a lack of concern that indicated complete resignation to their fate, "Hi, 'member me?" a dusky lass murmured as she looked around the log corral. "I'm Sally."
"Oh yes, I remember now," Ada said, blushing strongly as she also remembered the shameful way she had behaved while in Sally's comforting arms.
"N I's Rosebud," another girl murmured, shyly looking over Sally's smooth, brown shoulder.
Ada could hardly bear to look at the shy young girl, all too aware of how she had allowed the girl to serve her in a base, servile and perverted manner. She remembered too the eager, even indecent way she had responded to the girl's kisses.
"What ... what are we here for?" Ada inquired. "Are they going to kill us? Or what?"
"Shit, they am' gone kill none of us," Sally snorted contemptuously. "Least, not till they gits another girl to replace one of us! Course, they might fuck us to death but that's all in the line o' duty, like they say! But that's what we heah fo', you see-we's just sittin' around till one o' them Rebs gits him a hard-on, then he comes over heah and workes it off. Lookee, heah come one now."
Ada peered through the logs and indeed saw a burly, filthy soldier coming toward them unfastening the front of his trousers as he approached. Showing a total lack of concern for the amenities, he produced a bulging, lust-stiffened prick and positioned himself beside the gate to the compound.
"Rosebud!" he bellowed out. "Git yo* ass over heah and give me a real quick suckin', you black cocksucker!"
Rosebud obediently went over to the gate and knelt before it, putting her face close to the poles separating her from the soldier. He peeled back the foreskin of his swollen prick, displaying a semen-encrusted head of a lavender hue, and thrust the rigid member between the poles of the rude gate. Rosebud popped her mouth over the distended, swollen knob and began working her head back and forth, parodying the movement of her hips when she received a similar tool between her lush thighs.
The Confederate stood his ground, holding onto the gate and thrusting himself into her mouth with humping motions that betrayed his eagerness. Loud slurping and smacking noises issued from Rosebud's mouth, leaving no doubt that her tongue was busily licking away at the pistoning prick and dealing it a series of lust-provoking caresses.
Suddenly the Confederate grunted out a rude oath, lifted himself up onto his toes and thrust his grimy prick far forward. Rosebud kept it in her mouth till the end; Ada could clearly see her throat working as she swallowed the bitter brew the prick was pumping forth into her mouth.
The Confederate spat out an oath of contempt at the girl as he stepped back, stuffing his dwindling prick back into his trousers and then turning away. Guffaws of derision greeted him as he stalked back to the company of his fellow soldiers.
Rosebud crouched by the gate for a moment, as if expecting him to return, but then rose and rejoined her fellow captives.
"That's terrible," Ada said to Sally, who was crouched by her side. "To use the girl like that, it's ... it's just awful!"
"How come?" Sally demanded, looking at Ada as if she did not understand the nature of her objection. "He just wanted to git sucked off, thass all. Shit, ain't nothing wrong wit' suckin' the dew off'n his lily, is they? An' sides, they's lots worse things around than eatin' a Rebel's cock!"
Ada learned that the captive girls were expected to serve their captors in whatever manner they demanded, no matter how depraved or obscene the request might be. Otherwise, she learned, the recalcitrant girl was given forty or fifty lashes, usually enough to ensure that she would die of shock.
Even the girls who complied with their captors' requests but did so with less than an acceptable amount of zeal could expect five or ten lashes, enough to make them much more animated in their eagerness to perform properly.
"But that's awful, to have to ... to use your mouth on them," Ada protested, aghast at the notion. "That's so unnatural!"
"Unnatural? Hell, mens has been gettin' their dicks licked by womens since they's been men and women," Saliy snorted. "Shit, you get yo'self a mouthful of big hard dick and get to goin' down on it, you'll come around quick enough! Girl, that's mighty good stuff, even wid a stupid white bastard!"
Ada could not accept this deluded view, of course, but she found herself wondering what she would do if confronted with a request to serve one of her captors in this shameful manner. She thought at first that death would be preferable, but then she remembered something Sally had said the night before: that a group of freedmen were plotting a march against the Confederates. If she could hold out long enough, she told herself, she might be able to come out of this alive.
The thought presented itself to her with a seductive clarity. With a sinking realization of her own human weakness, Ada saw that her desire to live was probably stronger than her horror of deeds like those Sally had told her about and which she had just seen Rosebud commit.
She told herself that life would not be worth living if she had to degrade herself to gain it but knew even then that she did not really believe that noblideal; she realized that if given a choice between the lash and putting her mouth to the private parts of a Confederate, she would probably fall to her knees and open her lovely lips.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hey, they callin' for you!"
It was mid-day, after that terrible night of her capture and defloration, when Ada felt a nudge from Sally and heard the girl's words. She looked over to the gate and saw a guard standing there, beckoning her toward him. She stood up slowly, flexing her sore muscles and still trying to hide her nakedness from his prying eyes, and went over to him, dreading the request she imagined he was about to make to her.
"Come on, the colonel wants to see you right now," the guard rasped as he swung open the gate.
Ada felt a sigh of relief escape her lips as she understood that he did not want to brutalize her body. She followed him over to the colonel's tent, moving awkwardly as she tried to cover her breasts and pubis as she walked but finding it impossible to do so. The men jeered and hooted at her as she moved along.
"Hey, Yankee whore, you gonna git it from the colonel!"
"Yeah, he gonna ream out that prick-hole o'your'n!"
"He gonna see if you still like to git it from a white man!"
Ada ignored these ribaldries as much as she could, though her face noticeably brightened with color as they stung her conscience and sensibility. The guard motioned her inside the tent where Cody sat and he eyed her silently for a moment before dismissing the guard.
"Yes, you look fairly well, even in daylight," he finally grunted. "I'd supposed that you would have been a bit worse for the wear after last night; that was a rather rough way to lose your virginity. I suppose your rapid recovery is a tribute to your basically animalistic nature."
"You're a fine one to talk about animal natures," Ada scornfully retorted. "After what you and your men did to me, and are doing even now to those poor girls in the stockade, I find your disdain a bit difficult to account for!"
Cody flushed vigorously and half-rose from the stool on which he sat; Ada feared for a moment that he was going to strike her. Instead he sat back down and smiled cruelly.
"You talk a lot," he purred, "but I'm more interested in how you act. I've got to decide whether to let you be cut up for fishbait or kept here to serve the needs of my men, so I suggest to you that you demonstrate your capabilities right now Start with me!"
"You know very well that I have no capabilities," Ada replied, shaken to the core by this threat. "The evidence of my inexperience is right there on the front of your trousers!"
Sure enough, there were still flecks of her hymeneal blood on the front of his grey trousers. There was also a slow but noticeably swelling inside that grey cloth, the unmistakable sign of his excitement.
"Your inexperience is only an added charm " Cody toid her. "You know what I want; now get out the instrument I'll do it with!"
Ada dumbly acceded to the request, kneeling before him and reaching out to fumble with the buttons of his trousers. She tried to keep her knees together, to shield the seat of her femininity, but Cody brusquely ordered her to spread them wide.
"I'd like to see how it looks this morning," he told her. "A night of steady fucking, like the one you had, should bring that young meat into tiptop condition!"
Ada spread her knees wide, as she was told, and silently endured his probing gaze. She found it difficult to manage the buttons on his trousers but finally succeeded in opening them. His prick, now almost fully grown and throbbing with lusty vigor, sprang out at her like a startled serpent.
"The first thing you must do," he told her, "is to prepare it for action. To do that, grasp the knob between your thumb and fore finger-yes, like that. Now slowly press your fingers down toward the base of that tool, not too hard, you damned idiot! Yes, gently-like that! See how the head springs forth, naked and ready to be wetted?"
Ada watched with horrified fascination as her own fingers stripped back the loose foreskin, baring that livid, flaring head and exposing it completely. She noticed the single eye in the tip of that broad knob, glaring up at her with a pearly teardrop already showing. Cody smiled at her innocent gaze and shifted himself slightly to make his seat more comfortable.
"Ah, there is already a droplet of lust shining there," he told her. "Taste it. Yes, put out your tongue and dip it out of the crack there. That will give you a foretaste of the pleasures awaiting you!"
Ada nearly gagged at the repulsive task laid out for her but her will to live conquered her sick feeling of disgust. She bent her head down and applied the tip of her tongue to that oily blob of masculine discharge, finding to her surprise that the strong, salty taste sent a shiver of incipient excitement racing through her veins. In spite of her strong dislike of the man and the act she was being forced to do, she found her nipples rapidly hardening and growing decidedly warmer; she knew too that the lips of her sex must be fairly glowing with heated lust.
"Very good," Cody congratulated her. "I know that you were a virgin in the technical sense but I suppose that means that you serviced your scholars with your mouth. Perhaps you were intending to keep the virginal tissue as a gift for some Yankee officer? Did you feel that your precious cunt was too sacred to feel the thrust of a chocolate colored prick?"
"Indeed not!" Ada blazed forth. "I behaved in a most honorable fashion with my students!"
"A likely story!" Gody grunted. "Here, I have a better idea for you: before you become so enamoured of my prick, suppose I arrange for you to be given a modicum of pleasure as well? Rastus! Come here, you black ape!"
A hulking Negro, dressed in pieces of castoff uniforms, popped into the tent. He looked to be about thirty and obediently saluted the officer who had summoned him.
"Rastus, you ever put that cock of yours into a piece of white pussy?"
"Naw suh, I allus jis' humped it into de black uns," Rastus mumbled "Well, now's your chance," Cody told him. "Get your prick out and it had better be hard. I want you to fuck this Yankee bitch in the cunt while she gets herself a mouthful of white meat!"
Rastus obediently skinned out of his ragged trousers but his immense prick, already as large as Cody's massive spear but apparently lifeless, d a ngled loosely from his belly. Cody impatiently ordered Ada to take that black knobby tool into her fingers and strip it bare, then shower it with kisses until it was as hard as the pole supporting the tent.
"That way you'll have a lot more appreciation for white meat," he gloated. "Yes, get right to it; I can keep this cockstand for an hour while your getting that black ape ready!"
Rastus seemed torn between the lust of his fiery nature, which clearly wanted him to comply with Cody's brazen request, and his reluctance to degrade a fellow captive. However, when Cody told him that his flesh would be decorating the hooks of the camp's trotlines unless he complied, he immediately thrust his limp prick at Ada. She took the grimy, huge hulk in her fingers and applied the lesson she had learned from Cody. Once the head was bare, she took the limp organ into her mouth and ran her tongue over the flaring ridge; she felt an immediate response. The tool actually sprang to life inside her mouth and as she felt the man's rigidity press against her tongue, filling her mouth steadily, she knew with a sinking feeling of disgust at herself that she was finding this exciting. Her pussy took on a new life and quickly throbbed out an insistent plea for relief.
"Very good," Cody complimented her when Rastus's prick stood straight up. "Now get down onto your hands and knees. Rastus, get up behind her and ram your cock into her cunt! And I warn you, if she isn't streaming out a flood of come when we finish, I'll have your ass on a platter myself!"
Ada assumed the position Cody had demanded, flushing with mortification but even more agitated by the strong sensations which she could not suppress within her. Even though her intimate flesh was still raw and sore, she hungered for the piercing thrust of Rastus' broad, lengthy pike; when it came, she groaned heavily as the meaty staff slid into her lust-moistened crevice. She could not keep her hips from describing slow, exciting wiggles as Rastus' broad prick perforated her pussy, boring heartily into her throbbing hole; she also hated herself for allowing her animal nature, as she called it, to dominate her so completely.
"That's enough," Cody cautioned the slave. "Hold off for a minute and let her edge up here to the stool. You stay right with her damn you, and don't lose the hold you have already. Here, start eating this apple on a stick again! And this time, use your tongue more! I want you to lick it and suck it and eat it until you get it coming and then I want you to drink my come like it was water, do you understand?"
Ada nodded mutely and began inching forward. She was careful not to move abruptly, lest she dislodge Rastus' prick from her body and thereby provoke Cody's wrath (and also deprive herself of its blessedly pleasing presence!). By moving cautiously, she managed to edge in between his knees. She ran her mouth down over that knobby, bulging head of his prick; Cody reached down to take her nipples in his fingers so he could squeeze them brutally. Even though the sharp pains rocketed out from her swollen nipples, she felt even more acutely the mounting pangs of desire which this sadistic treatment brought to her. Rastus also began to move, gently rocking forward and slipping even more of his gigantic tool into her cunt. Ada, bent forward in a way that caused her love-tunnel to take a new position, felt every bit of his giant prick, knew with every fiber of her being just how much of that huge lance was inside her. She felt her loins glowing with animal heat, welcoming the probing prick with a tight, lustful grasp that signified her body's pleasure at being thus despoiled.
At the same time, her lips encircled Cody's mighty weapon in a tight, wet grip. Her tongue sought out the satiny smooth surface of his prick, playing over the giant head and dipping down into the furrow running below the big ridge. She tasted her own body on him, the dried oils which he had taken so forcefully from her the previous evening, and found them a source of mounting excitement. Despite all her conscience's shouted warnings, Ada could not prevent her mouth from feverishly clutching at that masculine organ. Nor could she prevent her cunt from spasmodically heaving out messages of excited glee as it was progressively split by Rastus' bull-like thrusts.
Ada gave herself over to her mounting lust with a feeling of despair but nonetheless bent herself to the strange, forbidden work with a vigor which she would never have suspected herself of possessing. Even though she was being forced into these filthy acts by violence, or the threat of it, she could not but admit of the enjoyment they gave her. More and more of Cody's hard rod found its way into her mouth, until the burly head was lodged in the front of her throat; she almost gagged at the pressure but could not move her face away from him.
Then it happened. Cody answered first, groaning out a despicable oath and lifting himself up to shove his prick deep into her throat. Ada felt his mighty tool still in her mouth, pulsing with a new and strange life, then felt the flooding gush of the salty, mucilaginous spray which erupted from the head of that swollen prick. She remembered Cody's injuction to drink his oil to the last drop, though this order was not necessary: Her spirit took command of her muscles and she found herself involuntarily gulping down the heady, sensual brew, just as if it might bring her new life or perhaps even freedom The prick throbbed relentlessly, spurting out jet after jet of masculine venom and filling her mouth almost to the overflowing mark. Ada found it difficult to handle so voluminous a discharge but she managed to swallow every drop of that strange and exhilirating fluid.
Meanwhile Rastus found himself nearing the peak of his enjoyment. His hips writhed and danced, sending his massive black prick hurtling in and out of Ada's tightly gripping cunt; his heavy, dangling balls flopped forward as he lunged forward, banging against her distended clitoris in a way that sent shockwaves of delight pulsing through her loins. She sobbed out a strangled cry of lusty joy as her face lifted up from Cody's prick, now bone dry, and then thrust her hips back against Rastus in a driving, searching gesture of womanly fulfillment.
At the very moment that she felt her belly's knotted muscles dissolve in a flash of blinding joy, she also felt the thick head of the slave's long, thick cock dilate the mouth of her cervix and slide far up into her ultra-sensitive womb. Ada screamed out a long cry of victorious lust as her insides seemed to turn into molten lava, stirred into new and throbbing life by the geyser which Rastus' prick had become. She bucked back and forth, impaled upon that massive spike, and her frantic movements only added further fillips of delight to Rastus' already overflowing excitement.
"There, you see?" Cody muttered at her as she fell away from Rastus, curling up in a limp heap on the dirt floor. "How much good did all your fine New England upbringing do you when you had a man-sized prick going into you at both ends? Aha, my dear, there is no woman so cold and lost as to be able to resist a pair of sturdy pricks, not if they are given to her properly. Rastus, put your trousers back on and get out of my sight you gloating ape, remember that I let you fuck this bitch only because she is a Yankee. If I ever hear of you looking sideways at a Southern white woman, I'll stuff your prick down your own throat myself!"
"Yassuh, Colonel," Rastus muttered, leaping to don his trousers and get out of the tent.
"And you," Cody added to Ada, "Get back to y our compound. I'll have another assignment for you later today but I don't want to wear that pussy of yours out, not all in the same day!"
Ada gathered herself together and staggered back to the log stockade, heedless of the flood of milky sperm cascading out from her womb and drenching her thighs with its creamy goo. Hoots of derisive laughter followed her back. Sally was at the gate to greet her and escort her back to the leanto they used for shelter from the burning sun.
"Here, honey," she purred into Ada's ear, "Let's get you back to this shed. Did he have that Rastus hump it to you from the rear?"
Ada nodded, too ashamed of herself and her excited response to the dual humiliation to be able to speak. She could not even resist when Rosebud came forward, grinning slyly but eager to get her own peculiar kind of pleasure.
"Please, Missy," Rosebud asked, almost visibly drooling at the prospect of licking those semen-spattered thighs, "Let me clean you off, huh? Lawd, I's jus' dyin' to get me some of that black man's come!"
Ada did not resist. She lay back on a filthy blanket and allowed Rosebud to have her way. However, she had control of herself enough to keep her flesh from growing heated as the girl's tongue played over her furrow, probing deep to suck out the last drop of salty sperm hidden there. After repeated questions from Sally, Ada finally admitted that she had responded, highly and with great satisfaction, to the deep penetration and extraordinarily vigorous discharge of Rastus.
"I knew it, honey," Sally crowed excitedly. "Ain't nobody can put it to a woman like a good black man; them white boys just ain't got the size. Lookee here, chile, when freedom day come for us, you gone be wid us? 'Er 'gainst us?"
"What do you mean?" Ada asked. "How could I possibly be against you?"
"Well, you's white 'n we's all black," Sally told her. "Dat's de biggest difference. Even if dese Rebs has raped you' pussy till you can't see straight, how we know you still wouldn't side with white folks against us?"
"I will do anything in my power to help us escape from this terrible hellhole," Ada promised, looking Sally straight in the eye, "No matter what! And also to see that these louts are soundly punished for mistreating us so shamefully!"
The firm tone of absolute conviction in Ada's voice was too marked for Sally not to find it convincing and she warmly congratulated the woman on her choice. She told Ada that there was nothing for them to do at the moment, except try to stay alive, even if that meant giving in to the most awful demands of their captors. Ada curled up on the blanket beneath her and napped briefly. She was awakened toward the end of the day, when the sun was dipping low toward the pine trees forming the horizon, and told to get herself out into the area before Cody's tent. Sally and Mary, an extremely tall girl with a lovely complexion and exquisitely shaped breasts, were also ordered out with her.
"We aims to have us some fun with a bunch of you prick-handlers," the bearded guard announced as they left their rude jail. "By the time you get back here, you'll be draggin' you' own tracks out!"
Ada, Sally and Mary lined up before Cody's tent and waited patiently for whatever the future held for them Cody emerged shortly and began giving them instructions on what they were supposed to do. Ada's ear shrank into almost nothing when she learned the dreadful things in store for her but her determination to live long enough to see punishment meted out to these brigands overcame her scruples.
"The first thing I want you wenches to do," Cody told them "Is to warm each other up! A three-way fingerfuckin' pussy-Iickin' set-to amongst you. As soon as we get tired of that, then you can fall to work pacifyin' some of my men!"
"Oh, what will I do?" Ada moaned desperately to Sally, who was next to her. "I don't know how to do those things!"
"Shush you' mouth, chile," Sally whispered to her. "You just do to Mary there what I'm a-doin' to you and ever'thing'll be just fine!"
Cody had one of his men throw out a tarpaulin for them to roll out and then He on as they carried out his foul orders. They spread the big canvas out smooth and then knelt upon it, forming a rough, human triangle. Sally pushed Ada into the proper position, so that he-r head was close to Mary's trim shapely knees, and then adjusted herself so that her own head was in the same relative position to Ada's limbs. Mary found her dark, curly head was admirably positioned to give her easy access to Sally's thighs and mature, well-used pussy.
"Get to it," Cody called out. "We want to see some action! We know that you wenches spend most of your time over there fingering and sucking each other off; now you'll perform for all of us!"
Ada clumsily laid hold of Mary's legs, which the girls easily opened so that her dark, meaty sexual cleft hove into view. She paused for a moment, struck by the darkly sensual beauty of that womanly slit and realizing for the first time that a woman's private parts can have a compelling beauty all their own. Mary's outer fold of sex-flesh was full and ripe, curving outward like some pulpy fruit; the pressure of her widespread thighs caused the outer fold of flesh to unfold slowly and expose the soft, pink inner lips of her pussy. The inner lips were small and delicate, though nonetheless inviting; Ada also saw for the first time a genuine female clitoris-she had never had the presumption to examine herself, though she knew from even her limited experience that there was some part of her, pea-shaped and located in just about that spot, which occasionally grew to be extremely sensitive to the touch.
She reached out and touched her finger to that conical projection in Mary's pussy and the girl responded immediately with a writhing, twisting thrust that brought her tender flesh more firmly into contact with that finger. At the same time, Ada felt Sally pull her own thighs apart and pry into that sacred furrow which she had once guarded so jealously; she felt Sally's experienced finger slide over her tender meat, stirring the slit into glowing warmth and bringing a soft, tender feeling of excitement to her flesh. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Mary was serving Sally in a similar fashion, though she had moved her face forward until her lips were almost touching the fragrant, oily meat in front of her.
Ada knew that restraint and decency were out of the question and thus leaned forward, determined to go ahead with it and let Mary be her first woman to receive the perverted kiss demanded by Cody. She paused for a moment with her face only inches away, as if she were trying to memorize the contours of the first pussy she was ever to touch with her mouth; she inhaled deeply of the ripe, musky odor of aroused womanhood, mingled with the stale residue of previous assaults by the depraved Rebels; she noticed with a shrinking heart that Mary's pussy was thickly coated with dried sperm and that tiny, glistening white balls of mucus clogged the inner recesses of that sacred organ.
No matter, she decided; this was no time for dainty misgivings! She stretched her face forward and brushed her lips over the woman's stained flesh, tasting heartily of the meat which she had never even seen before. Mary grunted sharply and heaved her loins forward, pressing her tortured flesh into Ada's face; clearly she was no stranger to this mode of sensuality and found it highly pleasing. Sally's lips played over Ada's thighs and wandered up to the juicy cleft between them, then closed upon that ripe slit and sucked up the tender flesh into her mouth. Ada writhed mightily, finding the thrill far stronger than she would ever have supposed possible; at the same time the canny, wily Sally thrust a finger into her anus and produced a veritable whirlwind of activity from Ada's inexperienced hips. Even though she had never felt anything remotely like that sensation before, she found her loins bucking and weaving out a dance of lust as she let her body take over, driving her flesh repeatedly against Sally's lips and tongue with unfeigned gusto.
"That's enough," Cody suddenly yelled at them "Don't want you wenches wasting all your energy on each other, not when you've got eleven of my men waiting to give you some of the best dick you ever had!"
Cheers went up from watching crowd of soldiers at this remark from their leader, Cody ordered the lucky eleven, all men who had distinguished themselves recently in some manner, to line up and await their turn at the women.
"First, I want you to fuck this one in the cunt," he said, gesturing to Sally. "Then, after you've shot a load into her belly, pull it out and give it to that white bitch there and let her suck it back up for you! Finally, after she's brought you to a cockstand, you can hump it to that long, tall black wench there-she looks like she'd be the kind that would just love to get it stuffed up her asshole, so you boys can backdoor her all the way!"
Ada heard these instructions with shocked dismay. Surely, she told herself, there cannot be a God in the heavens, else this brutal creature in command would have been struck down long ago! Regardless of the theological implications, she told herself, he was alive and issuing orders, orders which they had better follow if their lives had any value to them. She knew that it would be a difficult and disgusting task, she did not delude herself on that score, but she also knew that however she might hate it, she would go ahead and do just what Cody ordered. Thus she positioned herself beside the kneeling Sally, falling down onto her knees so that the soldiers could rise from their pleasure with the dusky girl and immediately transfer their slimy, dripping pricks into her mouth.
The first solder, barely more than a boy, sported a man-sized tool and thrust it into Sally's ready cunt with abandon. His inexperience quickly manifested itself: in no more than three thrusts he arched his back, shoving his loins up hard against Sally's rump, and heaved out a sobbing cry of triumph. The delicious love-spasms rocked his body and Ada could easily see the way his heavy balls twitched as they pumped out their lava. He paused for a moment after finishing his ejaculation, doubtless to get his breath, and then extracted his wet prick from the girl.
"Here it is, you Yankee whore," he muttered, rising and moving until he was standing directly before her. "Now suck it up again and do a good job of it; I'm in the mood to stick it in another woman!"
His youth served him well and kept his prick at half-mast, almost ready to be used again immediately. Ada took a deep breath before bending her face forward to that dripping, cream laden tool but quickly closed upon it. The lad's discharge had a sweeter taste than the cream she had sucked out of Cody's massive prick the day before; she supposed that this was a sign of his relative immaturity. Whatever the reason, she marveled at the erotic effect that devilish brew had when it was thoroughly mixed with Sally's musky molasses. Ada felt her passions mounting even as she tried to tell herself that it was utterly shameful to be excited by such abandoned bawdiness; nothing, it seemed, could still the fires which seemed to burn constantly inside her body now that she had been exposed to the wonders of sexuality.
The lad's prick rose up to a fine, bristling cockstand almost immediately, though he allied to enjoy the attention Ada gave him. She made a real performance of it, running her tongue over the satiny head and caressing the rigid shaft with darting licks. He pulled away after a moment of this and went on to Mary, who had also knelt down like a bitch dog about to receive her mate. Ada saw him lubricate her anus with a dab of spittle," applied with a quick brush of his fingers, and then perforate her rear with his hard prick. To the other side of her, Sally had been mounted by an older soldier, a grizzled veteran with a small horn projecting from his trousers; regardless of his advanced years, he jiggled and humped himself about enthusiastically, as if he were a boy of fifteen again. Over and over the pattern repeated itself, though Cody ordered the girls to change positions once the eighth man had had his way with them Ada was ordered to take Sally's place, that her cunt might bear a part of the burden, and Sally traded places with Mary. They worked their way through the few remaining soldiers with quick despatch, dealing out a full round of pleasure.
Ada tried to adopt the dogfashion position she had seen Sally use but the first man she had to serve informed her that he wanted to see her breasts as he sheathed his lance in her scabbard; she rolled over onto her back obediently enough and prostrated herself for him. He fitted himself into position and quickly burrowed up inside her body, shoving his brutal prick up to the hilt on the very first thrust and bringing a cry of yelping pain from her lips. She endured his rough treatment, and that of the next men, with a dignified silence, though she unbent far enough to roll her hips about in a sensual manner, in order to help the men achieve their orgasms more quickly.
"That's it," Cody ordered when the last man had cleared the trio and enjoyed himself in the bizarre fashion. "Take *em back to the pen and lock 'em up for the night. You girls did right well, I reckon; least, I won't have to flog none of you tonight. We'll see about tomorrow when it gets here."
CHAPTER NINE
"C'mon, honey," Sally muttered to Ada once they were back inside their jail. "Let's go over here and get us some o' that juice we got hid behind that log."
"Juice?" Ada asked, innocently following Sally over to the lean-to. "What for?"
Sally crumpled down against the log wall and reached out a length of cane. She shook it vigorously and then pulled out a wooden plug which had been tapped into its end.
"This here stuffs just what you need after a round wid dem white fuckers," the girl told her. "Shit, what was it, three, fo' of them bastards whomped the prick to you? You better wash out wid dis stuff, so's you won't go 'round carryin' none o' their kids! This stuffll never fail, always protect you from a man's bite!"
Sally made Ada lie back and then introduced the end of the cane-stalk into her sex, so that the dark, thick liquid inside could run down into the woman's well-fertilized love-tunnel. Ada squirmed heartily as the thick goo took effect; it warmed her immensely and seemed almost to scald her tender flesh.
"Yeah, it'll smart for a bit," Sally chuckled, "and make you want to scratch it yo'self but what the hell, you need to learn about doin' it to yo'self anyway and it sho do beat havin' to carry some little white bastard around."
Ada realized that she had been dosed with some native concoction which would prevent conception. She had heard of these ancient mixtures, though she had personally doubted their existence, but now realized with an ironical smile that she was to benefit from one such recipe herself!
She used her fingers to work the thick, gooey mass deep into her cunt, following Sally's instructions and example, and quickly felt a pervading eroticism spread over her body.
"It ... it's making me feel strange," she panted breathlessly.
"Sho' it do, girl, it make you horny, that's what," Sally agreed as she steadily massaged her private parts with fingers of both hands. "Just go to it and work it on out; you'll have yo'self a nice little come in a minute and no Reb around to bother you over it either!"
Ada seemed almost drunk with excitement. She could not force her hands away from her sex, though she intensely hated herself for the depraved way she was behaving; she struggled to gain control of her senses but instead felt her passions mount higher and higher until at last her belly exploded and a deluge of feminine oils gushed out onto her caressing fingers.
Ada lay back, panting and heaving with emotion, and realized that she had now gone all the way; she had voluntarily given herself over to the realization of her own sensual hunger and had done so in a way which Scripture, common sense and training alike condemned as sinful in the extreme.
"Didn't that feel good?" Sally demanded, noticing that Ada had secured the supreme pleasure for herself.
Ada admitted that it had felt extremely good, though she added that she hated herself for having succeeded so well. What was even more alarming and disgusting, she added, was the fact that while being probed and plundered by the last man she had served, she had actually felt her body preparing itself for another orgasm!
"What's wrong wid dat, honey?" Sally demanded. "Shit, that's what dem pricks 'n pussies was put here fo', to get some fun out of 'em!"
Ada tried to reason with Sally, though she made no more headway than when she had tried to preach the same philosophy to Amanda. In fact, she confessed as much to the bewildered Sally, who plainly could see no sense to so restrictive a point of view.
"Hey, was dat Amanda you said you was tryin* to sell the bill o' goods to?" Sally suddenly asked, sitting up and taking a new interest in the conversation. "Shit, dat's my little sister! I heard from her just last night; she was all sorry and sad about her school havin' to close down 'cause their teacher fell in de river. Was dat you?"
"It probably was," Ada admitted. "Though that's only a lie that my so-called 'friends' got up to explain my disappearance."
She went on to explain to Sally just how she had gotten into the Rebels' camp. Then, realizing just what Sally had said, she asked the girl how she had heard from Amanda.
It was then that Ada learned the Negroes had a well-organized spy system set up, one that even allowed the girls in the pen a chance to communicate with the outside world.
Sally told her that nearly every night a courier from the freedmen's armed camp sneaked into the very midst of the Rebel camp and conferred with them questioning them on what they had seen during the day. Ada derived a peculiar comfort from this news, reflecting that if the Confederates were that poorly organized, then perhaps a band of freedmen might have a good chance of overrunning them and giving her her freedom.
With that comforting thought in mind, she lay back against Sally and began to doze, though she was vaguely aware that the girl had slipped a dark hand between her thighs and was idly caressing her rapidly maturing pussy, bringing it to a deliciously pleasing state of semi-excitement which lasted until she was well asleep.
The Confederates were all busy at their military duties the next day, and for three more thereafter; the girls in the pen had no calls for their services. Ada welcomed the respite, since her sex was slowly recovering from its brutal initiation into the ways of men; Rosebud and Sally took care to keep her whiskery furrow well-tuned by a judicious use of their avid lips, probing tongues and caressing fingers.
Each hour, it seemed, Ada was less able to ward off the burning pangs of sexual hunger; each time they approached her she was more willing to give in to their depraved suggestions for "a little girl fun." She began to wonder if perhaps she was turning into an abandoned libertine, like Sally and Rosebud, who seemed to think only of revenge upon their Confederate captors and of the insatiable demands of their lovely bodies.
Ada was roused late one afternoon by a call from the guard, who bellowed out for "that Yankee whore" to come to Cody's tent immediately. She was let out and directed toward it, going by herself. Cody let her stand outside for fifteen minutes while finishing some paperwork.
He then informed her that she was to be the star performer in a long, rampaging orgy that evening and that she must go down to the river and bathe herself in preparation for the ordeal.
"These people don't want a filthy slut for their pleasure," he told her, "so you'll have to pretty up a bit."
He also threw her a towel, soap and a man's shirt, which was to be her "new dress." Ada realized with a shocked feeling that she had almost become accustomed to being stark naked; indeed it was the first time in two days that she had even thought about her total lack of clothing. She had even given up trying to hide her breasts and pubis from the eyes of the leering men; now she proudly displayed her body for all to see.
A guard escorted Ada to the river and supervised her toilette. Though lust glinted in his eyes and she knew that he would have given much to have thrown her onto the riverbank and plunged his perpetually aroused prick into her body, Cody's strict instructions to leave her alone kept him at bay. Ada dried herself off, donned the shirt and treked back to the camp, where a surprise waited her.
"Ellen! Margaret!" she cried upon seeing them outside Cody's tent when she entered the campground. "Have they captured you goo?"
"No, not quite," Margaret insolently drawled. "The fact is, we came along of our own free will. George told us that there were some interesting sights back here and we wanted to come and see for ourselves."
"You're in league with them!" Ada burst forth, realizing the truth at last. ' 'You dispicable creatures!"
"That's war, Ada darling," Ellen told her blithely. "Sorry that you're the one who's lost, but better you than us!"
"And I suppose that you're the guests for this lewd performance that's being staged tonight?"
"In a manner of speaking," Margaret answered, smiling mysteriously. "But you'll see more of that later on."
"It won't be much later," Cody told them as he emerged from the tent. "We'd better get this thing underway if you are to be back at your camp by midnight."
"George and Major Robbins are supposed to be showing us some of the local sights," Ellen explained to Ada. "We'll be detained along the way but we'll get back to camp before they get too alarmed at our absence!"
"George, since you were the first to perceive the inherent sensuality of this Yankee slut, perhaps you'd like to test her mettle for yourself," Cody murmured, gesturing to Ada.
Knowing that insolence could easily mean severe lashing, Ada bit back the sharp retort she felt about to spring from her lips. Instead she looked dumbly at George, awaiting his decision. Ellen and Margaret sneered their open derision at the possibility that there could be anything worth having in that dark, secret place between Ada's thighs.
"Yes, I believe that I'll take you up on that," George replied, looking at Ada with interest. "Right here? Out in the open?"
Cody ordered his men to spread several blankets upon the earth, apologizing for the lack of conveniences. George said nothing, though volumes were written in the hungry look he flashed at Ada as he began unfastening his clothes.
In spite of her hatred for the traitorous George, who had done so much to put her in this hellish predicament, Ada felt that dreaded but familiar tightening in her thighs and belly; she also felt a strong desire for vengeance upon Ellen and Margaret, a willingness to do everything in her power to show them how badly they had misunderstood her.
She realized in a flash that she was going to fuck George-and those were exactly the words she used to herself; the barnyard language Sally, Rosebud, Mary and the other captives used so freely had now begun to soak into Ada herself-and that she was going to exert herself mightily to fuck him as well as any woman had ever done that did. She unfastened the front of the castoff shirt she wore and threw it aside, standing proud in her naked beauty.
"Sure, why not out here in the open?" Ada suddenly asked him "I've been doing it that way for the past few days and it starts to grow on you. That is, unless you have something to hide!"
"I've got something to hide all right," George growled at her, stung by her harsh tone, "but I'm going to hide it in that honey pot of a cunt of yours!"
"That's the way to tell her/' Margaret crowed and then, turning scornfully to Ada, added "you'd better be ready because he's the man who'll turn your eimn-y inside out with joy!"
"I'll have him shooting his balls off before he even touches the bottom of my cunt," Ada grated out sharply, surprising them all with the vehement vulgarity she displayed. "Come on, George, get on me and sink that thing in deep so I can tear it off your body!"
She fell back upon the blanket, flexing her knees and holding them wide apart. Ellen and Margaret were dumbfounded by her expertise at this game; they would never have believed that staid, inhibited Ada could possibly have made such lewd statements or willingly have assumed so provocative a posture.
However this was not the Ada they had once known; a steady diet of prick, brutally and forcefully administered, had done a lot to turn her into another creature altogether.
George stripped off the last of his clothing and fell to his knees before her. His prick strained upward, bulging and ready for the fray; Ada grasped it in her fingers and furiously jacked him off for a moment before wiping the satiny head across the juicy furrow running up toward the touseled mound of her pubis. George whinnied out his joy at her rough grip and leaned forward, begging her to seat his bulging prick in her cock-socket.
Ada laughed at the ease with which she had mastered him but felt a deep, gnawing emptiness inside her; she knew instinctively that she had the remedy for that feeling there in her hands. She planted the broad, lusty arrow squarely in the well-oiled mouth of her cunt and lifted her hands up to enclose George in a tight grip.
"Now," she whispered to him, looking him right in the eye, "I'm going to give you a fuck like you never saw before!"
So saying, she bit down on her lip and swung her legs high around him just as she had seen Sally do when Rosebud lay between her long thighs back in their pen; the sudden movement elevated the mouth of her cunt and brought that taut, straining receptacle up around the flaring head of George's prick with a sudden smack.
She gasped out a mumbled cry when she felt his meat spread her tender flesh, dilating the opening into her body and then probing inside, pressing the swollen, love-slick flesh apart with a deliciously invigorating thrust.
George realized that never had his prick been grasped so tightly by so hot, so fervent an organ; he found it impossible to hold back his fiery desire and thrust his hips forward, sheathing a third of his sturdy tool in that heated passageway.
Ada wound her hips about in a circular motion, one that caused her tight cunt to caress his prick in a deadly manner and stir his lust to the very core. George saw that restrain was useless and, casting caution to the winds, began pistoning his prick in and out of that clammy, volcanic sheath Ada held out to him "Whew," he panted, "it's too much, I can't stop now, I've go to let it fly! Aagghhh! Oohhh!"
Ada knew now that the victory was hers, though it was not so enjoyable now that she had gained it. Instead, she found a portion of herself wishing, she would rather that George prolonged his driving, splitting motion for another minute so that she could release the hard knot of sensual excitement which gnawed relentlessly at the center of her belly.
No matter, George could not be headed off from his pleasure. He drew himself far back, heaved forward once more, and fell upon Ada, shuddering and straining to shoot his passion ever deeper into her body. She greeted his fiery, spurting ejaculation with a new flurry of hip-flinging activity, grinding her body against him with a calculated effort to drain his heavy balls of every ounce of their heady venom.
At last George lay still, sprawled out atop her still writhing body. Ellen and Margaret watched, wide-eyed and astounded at this display of sensual virtuosity from one whom they would never have thought capable of anything remotely approaching the passion Ada had shown. They knew now that they had drastically underestimated her powers.
"Did you see that?" Ellen whispered, transfixed by the lascivious spectacle. "You or I either one could never make him come as quick as she did!"
"I believe that George was right all along," Margaret admitted. "She seems to be a veritable wanton, no doubt about it."
Ada knew that George had merely lighted a fire which would be far more difficult to extinguish; she hated herself for being so common but at last she admitted a basic truth-the vicious treatment she had been forced to endure had indeed turned her into a devotee of lust and sensuality of the most abandoned, degrading sort.
"Here, I've still got plenty left," she cried out, tossing about on the blanket. "Doesn't anybody want to finish what this weakling couldn't do?"
Cody grunted out a furious oath and tore his clothing off, vowing that he would plaster Ada's rump to the ground and fuck her into insibility or die trying. At the same time, he gave another order to his watching men, telling that Ellen and Margaret were there to serve them willingly and that they were free to try to subdue that lewd pair of wantons.
Ellen and Margaret whooped out their delight at this depraved command; this was exactly what they had been hoping for and now the opportunity was theirs. They flung off their clothing in a flash and threw themselves onto the blankets remaining, each assuming the position of love and impatient for a Confederate to mount them.
Within a minute the clearing was a maelstrom of lust and passion. Ada felt Cody's heavy prick cut its way into her body, slicing the meat of her cunt apart and boring deep as the enraged man thrust himself deep.
All around her similar scenes were being enacted, to a symphony of lustful sounds and groans. Ellen, prostrate under a hulking Rebel sergeant, squealed out her pleasure at the stiff prod that separated her pussy lips and stretched the mouth of her cunt almost to the bursting point.
She lifted her knees high around the man's tense body, bringing them almost even with his shoulders and elevating her cunt to allow him easy access to her innermost sanctum Her hips rolled madly as she writhed under his plunging attack, brought to a quick and fervent climax by the brutal penetration.
Margaret too was deeply engrossed in her sensual play, having been mounted from the rear by a long clicked lieutenant who whinnied like a stallion as his saber slithered in and out of her feminine sheath.
"Bring out the wenches!" Cody barked out as he hammered away at Ada's feverish body. "We'll have a regular orgy tonight!"
The men leaped to obey that longed for command; they too were on edge and afire with lust. Within minutes the bare ground was littered with tightly coupled forms, arms and legs entwined in lustful congress; the ah" rang with whoops of delight and panting sounds of excited men.
Those who were not so fortunate as to have secured themselves a woman stood by impatiently, waiting their turn when one of their companions had spurted out his lust into a hot cunt. Some of them, excited by the lascivious sights and sounds, were so bold as to bring out their pricks and stroke them into spewing life, ejaculating freely over anyone who happened to be in range.
Cody lifted his long, randy body one last time and fell over Ada, shuddering as his dangling balls worked their manly magic and infused his long prick with pulsating vigor. She was overwhelmed by her ardor and his energetic response; the sensations she felt took complete control of her body and mind, rendering her a slave to her strongly aroused passions.
"Shoot!" she cried out, not even realizing that she was copying the language she had heard Ellen, Margaret, Sally and other, more experienced women use when they felt their men in the last throes of sexual joy. "Shoot it deep! Come, damn you, come all over my cunt!"
Cody fell off her heaving body, spent and momentarily exhausted, but Ada raged on, hungry for more of that rare pleasure which her captors had taught her to value so highly. She was like a mad woman, completely controlled by her lust, and she welcomed the approach of a wiry little private, a tow headed man whose prick reared out of his opened trousers and glowered menacingly at her.
He filled the spot which Cody had vacated, paying no attention to the fact that his commander's sperm was welling out of her darkened furrow like a creamy torrent. If anything, the excitement of putting his tool into so juicy and well-used a receptacle seemed to excite him all the more; he plunged his instrument deep at the first thrust and kept it there, humping and grinding himself! against Ada's tortured pussy lips. She worked herself against him angrily, rubbing her sensitive sex flesh into the coarse material of his trousers and crying out for deeper penetration.
Suddenly another man knelt by her tossing head, extending a naked prick's head to her lips. Without even realizing what she was doing, Ada took the proffered morsel into her mouth and sucked it hungrily, playing her tongue up and down the rigid shaft and caressing the swollen glans in a way that would have broken down the restraint of the most inhibited man.
Both her tormentors released their flood of sperm at the same time, drenching her throat and cunt with their salty brew; she nearly swooned at the exquisite sensations that pervaded her body but managed to serve them both equally well.
Margaret happened to look over at just that moment and saw Ada being fucked at mouth and cunt; she retained enough presence of mind to marvel at the sight. Was there no end of miracles? she asked herself.
It seemed clear enough from the ecstatic expression in Ada's eyes that she was enjoying this dual stimulation, though even yesterday Margaret would have hooted aloud had anyone told her that she would be seeing this incongruous sight with her own eyes.
"Here, let's have some fun with that Yankee bitch," she grunted to the man who tumbled into her arms, eager to squirt his passion into her seemingly insatiable body. "Let's just see how much she can take!"
Margaret's new companion grumbled at the interruption; he had deliberately abstained from masturbating himself in order to have the pleasure of feeling a white woman's body close around his swollen prick. However, the flash of excited bawdiness on Margaret's face suggested that even more delicious pleasure might await him and he grudgingly agreed to her proposal. Margaret crawled over to Ada and nudged her with her elbow.
"Why don't you get on top of that fellow?" she urged, motioning to the man who lay between her tightly clutching thighs. "I've got an idea how we could have some real good fun. Ever take on two men at once?"
Though she still felt incensed at Margaret's duplicity, Ada was too far gone on the road to sensual debauch to scorn the woman's suggestion. She urged the man to roll over onto her back and followed him, never for a moment losing the tight vaginal grip she had gained upon his generously proportioned cock.
The newness of the position-baffled her for a moment but she quickly learned how to take the utmost advantage of it. Once she was securely in place, Margaret moved around to her rear, beckoning the waiting soldier onward.
"Here, let me grease it up for you and then you ram it in her ass," she muttered hoarsely. "That's guaranteed to set her on fire with fucking fever!"
The soldier gloated at the novel suggestion and put himself into the proper position quickly. Margaret rested her head on Ada's driving buttocks, brought the man's swollen prick up to her lips and wetted the impatient organ with a wet, lip-smacking kiss. Then she aimed the stiff prong downward, guiding it straight toward the winking brown eye which showed just above the swollen ring of her pussy.
"Drive it in her!" Margaret whispered, transfixed with lust and excitement. "Fuck her in the ass and she'll be a sex slave forever, once she feels two men shooting off inside her at once!"
Margaret fell back to watch the experiment in lewdness, both hands clasped to her wet pussy and busily stroking it into new excitement. She suddenly reached over to grab Ada's free hand, bringing it between her arched thighs; Ada mindlessly dug her fingers into the semen-laden crevice and added her excitement to Margaret's.
By putting her between the two lusty men. Margaret had indeed given her an enviable position. Whether she ground her rump back to meet the thrust of the man behind her, or drove her loins down against the man beneath her, Ada could not escape the dual stimulation of the two probing tools of lust.
Every movement added to her excitement and she was bucking aimlessly back and forth, propelled into new dimensions of sexual pleasure by the double invasion of her privacy.
She gave a piercing cry when she felt the men approach their climax, pumping madly and tearing wildly at her flesh; their pricks whipped in and out of her body like giant meaty pistons. Their balls chimed in unison, propelling great gushes of sperm into her body and sending her senses reeling with the shock of a double orgasm Ada lifted herself high and then fell upon the man beneath her, quivering and jerking as her body seemed to turn into a bowl of hot jelly.
There was a brief lull in the frantic fucking; nearly every man in the campground had now been served once and they were letting their energies recuperate before renewing the assault upon the helpless women. Cody had allowed only a portion of his men to participate in the mass orgy; his innate caution forbade a general debauch.
Many of the men were downriver, at a secondary camp and still others were out on picket duty. Even so, there were over a hundred men standing around the campground; some of them had shed their trousers to be readier for the action they loved so well and others had simply dangled their meaty weapons outside their trousers. Ada looked around dumbly, realizing that never had she seen so many pricks at once.
"What ... what happened?" she asked softly, as if she were just waking up.
"My dear, you've just been had by two men," Margaret told her. "And you performed magnificently! Really, I've misjudged you terribly and I want you to know that I have only the deepest admiration for you, even though you are a Yankee!"
"She's been coming around very well," Cody added, overhearing the conversation. "For a virgin, she's turning into a first-class wanton! I believe that another week will make her a devotee of the prick forever!"
Ada said nothing to that; she still had enough of her original sense of shame to blush at these forthright comments, even though she knew in her hear that Cody was wrong: she had already reached that shameless, abandoned condition!
"And what's more," Cody added, looking thoughtfully at Ada, "she is learning more about the purely womanly pleasures too. You know, those wenches over in the compound are all queer; when we're not using them they pleasure each other constantly. Some of them are fonder of eating a pussy than a prick, if you can imagine such a thing!"
"Is that so?" Margaret purred, looking at Ada with new interest. "In that case, I wonder ... yes! I have just the thing for her!"
She went over to the capacious handbag she had brought along on the expedition and, rummaging through it, brought out the strange, obscene instrument which George had given her on board ship-the double dildo. She explained its origin to Cody, who laughed uproariously at the idea, and added that she and Ellen had never had a chance to employ it.
"We might have just the situation now " she said, eyeing Ada speculatively. "Ada, my dear, how would you like to learn what it is like to be a man?"
Ada said nothing, knowing that the question was beyond her power to answer. However, she looked closely at the strange device Margaret brandished, knowing that it was some sort of depraved tool for sexual play but ignorant of its true purpose.
"Here, we'll just fix you right up and then you can have a go at playing the man," Margaret said as she walked over to Ada.
Margaret told her to spread her legs wide and she did so, watching the woman narrowly. Ada's cunt still dripped sperm freely, having been thoroughly drenched several times with that mucilaginous goo, and the heavy, leather-covered prong easily slid up into her body.
Maraget showed her how to hold the other half of the instrument before her; the thing looked surprisingly like a genuine prick growing low out of her utterly feminine loins.
"Now give it to me!" Margaret cried out, stripping off her chemise (the last garment she wore) and falling back upon a blanket. "Get between my legs and fuck me with your toy prick!"
Ada had already been stirred into a state of semi-passionate acquiescence by the comforting, stimulating presence of the thick tool shoved deep into her cunt; she needed little urging to do as she was told. Just as she had seen the men do, she fell to her knees between Margaret's widespread thighs.
The winking gash of the woman's pussy beckoned hungrily, drawing her nearer; she reached down to caress those whiskery lips and spread them wide. The pink inner flesh of Margaret's pussy, coated thick with Confederate love-oil and sperm was warm to the touch; it easily accepted the knobby end of the dildo which Ada guided into place.
Before fully seating the terrible implement, Ada looked over at Ellen, who was stark naked and brazenly fingering her darkly furred pussy as she watched this perverted sight.
"If you'd like to get in the game too," she told Ellen, "I think I could serve you with my mouth as I'm working this thing into Margaret!"
"Wonderful!" Margaret gurgled happily. "We'll make it a lesbian three-way fuck and suck game! Come on, Ellen, give it to her if she wants it; we'll make a libertine of her yet!"
Ellen needed little urging. Though primarily addicted to the splitting, filling pleasure of the masculine prod, Ellen was like Margaret; ready for any sensual thrill that might happen along.
She saw nothing wrong with "fun between girls," as she sometimes delicately put it, and indeed the forbidden nature of those pleasures only made them all the more exciting. Moreover, she knew well that their play would bring the men back up to firm, rigid cockstands, thereby insuring that they would also be helping themselves in the long run.
Thus Ellen hurried over to the two waiting figures and scrambled to fit her body to Ada's, opening her greasy pussy to the eager lips of the girl who sought them.
Ada found herself wondering how this lewd, debauched pair would compare with the dusky companions she had previously enjoyed back in the compound. In fact, this desire to compare Ellen and Margaret to Sally and Rosebud, her most constant companions in lust, had been a prime factor in her ready agreement to the perverted scheme which had been suggested to her.
She bent her face forward, straining to reach the meaty, musky slit which Ellen held out to her; she noticed before closing upon it that the lips of Ellen's pussy were even larger than those of Moonlight, the Negro girl who clearly surpassed them all in this respect. The prospect of sucking those swollen, distended flaps, generously plastered with semen and pussy drippings, stirred her new lascivious interests and she eagerly took them in to her mouth.
At the same time, she awkardly guided the knobby tip of the dildo up into Margaret's waiting cunt. Though the position and the movements required were strange to her, she quickly mastered the art of fucking a woman and Margaret's whoops of joy testified to her skill.
The dildoes were cunningly fashioned, constructed in such a way that when Ada pulled back from Margaret's grasping cunt, her half of the tool easily slid deep into her body as the other prong slid out of Margaret; the in thrust sent a hefty goad deep into Margaret but forced her end of it almost out of her tortured cunt.
Once she realized that this in-and-out motion was exactly what both of them really wanted, she let her hips and loins take over, directing themselves in sensual motion while she concentrated her attention upon the heated furrow of Ellen's pussy.
Ellen squirmed and wiggled, working her heated flesh over Ada's mouth; she found the strained, awkward position all the more erotic since her muscles had to support her as she fucked herself into the the girl's mouth and tongue.
This added pressure rapidly heightened the tension in her loins and to her" surprise she found herself nearing a climax in near-record time.
Ada's tongue played over her conical love-button, sending wave after wave of erotic thrill through her body, but these tingles of desire mounted even higher when she felt that probing tongue slid through the heavy, sweating lips of her pussy and dug hungrily at her tight anus.
This lusty trio, a welter of arms, legs and loins, heaved and struggled as they worked away at each other. Margaret uttered piercing yelps of savage joy as the blunt, thick dildo whipped in and out of her cunt; the innermost plunge brought Ada's love-mound down hard against her swollen clitoris and set off ecstatic shudders of pure sensual pleasure that shook her entire body with pangs of lusty desire.
Ellen gasped out a strangled oath and then pressed herself firmly against Ada's mouth as the perverted play took its inexorable effect on her-she felt as though her entire midsection were being sucked into that sweetly pressing mouth.
Just as the women were rolling in the midst of their tumultuous orgasm, jerking and heaving spasmodically, a guard came running into the camp.
"Great shit-a-mighty," he gasped out as he sought out Cody, "the Yankees is all over us downriver!"
A sudden quiet fell over the throng gathered around the feminine trio as this news broke into their pleasure. Cody demanded to know what he meant.
"Just listen," the man told him "We was sittin' there, mindin' our own business and thousands of *em come through the swamp."
Sure enough, they could now hear distant popping, the sound of muskets being discharged. Cody swore heavily and ordered his men to gather up their weapons for a dash to the river.
"Take the wenches into the compound and fall in," he bellowed.
Ada felt herself being torn away from Ellen and Margaret, who were only half-conscious of what was happening; they were still deep in their sexual lust and repeatedly asked why their delightful companion had been taken from them .
Ada and her Negro companions were being herded into their jail when a savage cry from the edge of the campground broke out, sending a chill of horror over her naked flesh.
"Dat's our men!" Sally whispered excitedly to her. "Oh, Judg'ment Day is here, girl; we's all gonna get freed now!"
CHAPTER TEN
Within ten minutes it was all over. The waiting blacks, having encircled the campground completely and profiting from the Rebels' excited attention to the orgy going on in their midst, achieved nearly complete surprise. Their rush quickly overwhelmed the outer ring of guards, leaving the men clustered in the inner area open and highly vulnerable to their furious assault.
The freedmen, armed with a wide variety of weapons, many of them homemade, swept through the camp like a tidal wave, overcoming all opposition. Ada saw Cody fall, run through by a huge Negro weilding a scythe blade which he had converted into a rude sword.
George disappeared under a horde of black arms wielding flashing knives and the other Rebels were dispatched in short order. Sally, Rosebud, Mary and the other captive wenches cheered on their men vigorously, though Ellen and Margaret huddled together under the leanto.
"Whoo-ee, it's all over now " Sally chortled, pummelling Ada on the back as they watched the slaughter. "Man, man, it's gonna be freedom now for sho?!"
Ada found herself cheering the blacks on just as though she were one of them The clamorous shouting soon died down outside their pen and there were only the exultant yips of the victorious Negroes, puntuated now and then by the groans of the dying.
Their leaders set out special squads who searched the piles of bodies, looking for any Rebel still alive; when they found a wounded man still breathing, a quick stroke of their daggers ended his misery.
"Here, over here," Sally called, leaping over the gate and calling to the victors.
"Hey, lookee here, a pussy treat for us all!"
The speaker, a tall but slender black man, emerged from a talkative knot of men and came toward the pen. He identified himself as Homer, the leader of the band; Sally told him who she was and informed him that there were more women in the log pen behind her.
"They been keepin' us here for pussy fun," she snorted scornfully, "but we kept on hopin' you was gonna come and settle their hash. And it looks 'bout like you did just that!"
"Hey, what's this?" Homer cried out, spying white flesh among the captives. "What's that white meat doin' in there wid you?"
Sally told him that Ada had been kidnapped and used brutally by the Confederates, a tale which won her little sympathy in his hard eyes, judging by the skeptical grunt he issued.
His scorn of Ellen and Margaret was even more marked when he learned of their Rebel sympathies.
"Huh, might as well kill them too," he snorted.
"No, we'll work for you," Margaret cried out, desperate to keep her life. "We'll do anything for you!"
"I bet," Homer scoffed. "You wanna be whores for us? Huh? How 'bout that? You wanna lay out yo' pussy fo' any black man what needs to get hisself fucked right quick? You willin' to eat a black man's dick? Suck up his come? Do whatever he ask you to do?"
"Yes, yes," Margaret assured him "Just try us, we'll prove to you that we'll do it all. Ah, if only you know how we love doing those things, you'd realize how much good we could be!"
"This here one," Sally said, gesturing to Ada, "is all right. She been teachin' some o' them black chillern over on de island; she's a friend o' mine, even. Them other two, they's just prick-lovin' sluts, they don't care what they fucks, long as it's got a dick on it. Shit, they don't even care 'bout that-they'll fuck anything, man or woman!"
"All right, bring 'em along," Homer quickly decided. "But we got to git down to the river, so's we can get our boats and get out. Them Yankees, they might get uppity did they know we was takin' white women back to our camp for fuckin' purposes!"
As they assembled for the march down to the river, Ada heard him explain how the operation had been mounted. Apparently Colonel Walton, the commander of the garrison on the island, had been sure all along that a band of Rebels was lurking back in the swamp. At any rate, he had ordered a sudden attack up the river, one that found Cody's forces divided and all the more vulnerable to a quick attack. Since the freedmen knew everything, due to their close surveillance of both sides, Homer had decided to help out by making a swift attack on Cody's headquarters, which he knew he could take if the main force were occupied elsewhere.
"Everybody grab up all the guns around here," he ordered, "and then head for the boats. Sally, you keep herd on them white wenches and don't let one of 'em get away!"
Ada found herself marching down to the river with Maragaret and Ellen. Margaret, thankful that they had preserved their hold on life, even if only temporarily, was making fervent promises that she would give Homer an experience in sensuality which he would never forget, so long as he guaranteed her further life.
Ada found this blatant opportunism disgusting, since she well knew what Margaret's true opinion of Negroes was, but she kept her silence as they marched along.
They were deep into the dark swamp when daylight began to break through the tangled mass of trees and vines. A long line of boats and canoes stretched out across the stump infested water, each craft bearing a full complement of black warriors and female captives. They paddled on till mid-morning, going even further into the dankness of the swamp, but then came into an open lagoon.
On the other side, she learned from the men paddling their boat, lay the home base of the freedmen, a small island which few white men had ever seen.
After beaching their boats, they walked inland for a few hundred yards where a broad, grassy clearing marked the spot of their home base. Ada dropped down onto the grass, tired by the excitement of the previous night and then the long trip; Margaret and Ellen tumbled down beside her.
They paid no attention to their nakedness, though the freedmen darted curious glances their way, as if they were anxious to see if a white woman really was different from a black. Their moment of rest lasted only a brief time, as Sally came toward them and informed them that they were ordered to appear before Homer and his principal advisers.
"If you wanna stay here wid us," she whispered to Ada, "you Just be sure to do whatever he ask you to and make sure you do a damned good job of it! He's pretty suspicious of white folks anyway and he'd love a chance to string up all of you for fish bait!"
"Don't worry about me," Ada told her. "I think I can do anything he wants and do it with a willing mind and body!"
It was true, she ruefully told herself as she trailed Sally over to the thatched pavilion Homer used for his headquarters. She, who had always avoided bawdiness and sensuality like the plague, preferring the sober Christian virtues, now found her mind constantly occupied by visions of lewdness and lust.
Her belly seemed to throb almost continually, her pussy remained alive to every passing touch and she knew that only something long, hard and thick could still that deep, gnawing hunger she felt inside her.
"Huh! You say you wanna stay here wid us?" Homer asked her. "You know what dat means? What you gonna have to do?"
Ada acknowledged that she understood her task.
"What it mean? Come on, tell us what you willin' to do, if'n we lets you stay here wid us," Homer demanded, leering at her.
"It means I'll be serving you as I did the Confederates," Ada replied, but seeing that he wanted more explicit talk from her, she continued. "It means that I'll have to fuck you whenever you want it, or suck you, just as you prefer. Or maybe let you run your prick into my ass. Whatever you want, I'm ready for it, believe me! Nothing could please me more than having this opportunity of serving you and your men, who rescued all of us from those dispicable creatures!"
"Prove it," Homer grunted out sharply. "S'pose you take ol' Henry there 'n suck his cock up to a fine hard-on. Then let him use it on you however he likes, how 'bout that?"
Ada looked around to the man whom Homer designated. Her eye landed on a grinning, hulking brute of a man, a veritable giant. He opened his ragged trousers as she watched, letting them fall around his ankles; his dangling prick now flopped openly from his belly. Ada went over to him without a trace of hesitancy and took the loose, limp organ into her hands.
Though she had never had to bring a man to an erection before, she knew approximately what to do. Falling to her knees, she offered her mouth to him; her eyes glowed with tender passion and Henry moved so as to brush the head of his limp tool against her lips. She seized the bulbous knob in her lips and held it firmly, rocking her head slightly to agitate the thick tube of limp male flesh.
Henry grinned with pleasure and Ada, feeling the prick begin to throb with life and grow inside her mouth, redoubled her frantic efforts. She discovered that by working her lips back and forth over the head she could actually force the skin back off the bulbous tip, exposing more and more of the naked glans to her eager tongue's caresses.
"Hot damn!" Henry crowed, "she gone skin it back wid her mouf! Sheeit, that's some trick, white girl!"
"Now how do you want me?" she asked, removing her mouth and looking up at Henry with triumph after she had brought his prick to a full, firm rigidity.
"Like dis," he said, sprawling out on the bare earth. "You turn round wid yo back to me and sit on dat spike! Just let yo li'l pussy gobble it right up!"
Ada scrambled to seat herself over him positioning her ripe, over flowing cunt just above the massive length of his cock. Henry reached out to scoop up a loose switch lying on the ground. The man branch of the switch was about the diameter of his thumb and smaller branches angled off it, making it a vicious little instrument. He whirled it through the air, testing its flexibility, and then grinned with pleasure.
"While you eatin' my cock wid dat prick-eatin' pussy of yours," he said, "I gone use dis switch on yo butt! I bet dat make you shake that ass good!
Ada shuddered heavily upon hearing that; she knew that he intended to cause her pain as she serviced his heavy prick. Oddly enough, the thought caused her clitoris to glow and throb at an even faster rate. She reached down and clasped Henry's gigantic cock firmly in her hands, aiming it squarely between the moist lips of her pussy. The knobby tip settled easily into place, imparting animal warmth to her and causing her to gasp with unconcealed delight.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, twisting her hips about the spike and lowering herself until she had forced the head into the mouth of her cunt. "Aggh!"
The unusual position seemed to make her cunt tighter than normal ,this together with Henry's unusual size, brought further gasps and cries of lewd pleasure to her lips as she forced more and more of the terrible instrument into her cunt. Henry now swung the switch sharply, bringing it across her buttocks with a whistling stroke that brought a shriek of dazed ecstasy to Ada's lips.
"Aiiee!" she cried, tossing her head in wonder as the pain, mingled with sensual pleasure of the highest order, combined to turn her body into a maelstrom of lust. "Again! Do it again!"
Henry's eyes widened with surprise when he learned that Ada liked the combination of prick and switch; he tightened his lips and again smacked the switch across her buttocks. This time a tiny map of red lines, the exact replica of the switch, appeared on the creamy white skin. Ada's hips churned madly, making her gasping cunt grip the prick it enclosed in a wide variety of ways, and she quivered heavily as she felt her womb preparing to discharge a mighty volley of sexual spasms.
"Fuck!" she wailed. "Fuck my cunt! Ohhh, sweet cock, sweet meat, shoot me full of come! Come!"
Henry dealt her two more sharp blows with the switch and then threw it aside to clasp her heaving buttocks with both hands. His fingers, hardened and strengthened by years of hard labor, dug deep into the creamy white flesh. Ada moaned deliriously and continued to writhe as the orgiastic pleasure transformed her into a whirling dervish.
One hand reached up to crush one of her nipples into her full, firm breast; she used the other to massage her throbbing clitoris. Henry humped himself upward, driving even more of his thick, black meat into her teeming slit, and then loosed a long, howling cry as his balls dissolved into a fountain of lust.
"Agghh!" Ada wailed, feeling his prick begin pumping and jerking madly as it spat forth the gushing waves of sperm.
Henry thrust his mighty cock into her cunt again and again, deliberately trying to ram the head of the tool into the mouth of her womb and very nearly succeeding. Ada screamed out wildly as the prick nosed into her cervix, spreading the delicate organ wide and saturating her entire cunt and womb with thick, scalding cream.
"Yeah, dat white girl sho' knows what cunts was made for," Henry sighed as he slowly lowered his hips back to the ground. "She jus' a reg'lar fuckin' machine!"
Ada was still not content, even though her cunt had sung a mighty song of sensual triumph. Desperately hungry for even more pleasure she lifted herself off Henry's body, allowed her cunt to drip most of the thick discharge onto his prick and balls, and then reversed herself to cover his entire crotch with kisses. She lapped eagerly at the thick cream which had flowed from her body and which now covered Henry; she covered his entire prick and balls with kisses and did not stop until she had devoured every drop of the masculine dew.
Homer was watching her closely all the while. When he saw that she had not the slightest hesitation about giving the most intimate, depraved caresses to a black man-indeed, that she welcomed the opportunity and seemed to glory in doing these things-he grunted and nodded a grudging approval.
"Look like she might be worth keepin'," he said to Sally. "What about when she's wid you girls? She like dat stuff too?"
"Jus' you watch," Sally told him smiling grimly as she prepared to enjoy herself. "You wanna see and feel yo' balls turn into hot gravy, Jus. lay yo ass down here. Ada 'n me, we show you some hot lovin'!"
Ready to take her at her word, Homer did as she suggested. He paused only to remove his tattered trousers and fling off the battered officer's coat he wore. Naked and fully erect, he lay back expectantly. Sally went over to confer briefly with Ada; they whispered for a moment and then Sally came back to Homer.
"She say she hot fo' it," Sally giggled. "Git yo' balls ready, big dick, 'cause you sho' gonna need every'thing you got!"
Sally squatted over Homer, lifting up his massive lance to fit it into her oily cunt. She faced his feet and, once the weapon had been securely seated in her pink gash, she eased herself down until she was lying on his stomach, breasts thrust proudly up into the air and Homer's sturdy prick still boring into her hot cunt.
"Now honey chile," she purred, beckoning to the waiting Ada, "come on over here and do yo' work!"
Ada scrambled over to the oddly coupled pair and knelt beside them She was at a right angle to them giving her easy access to their clasped genitals; it now became clear that she was to excite them both with her lips and tongue as Homer eased his bulging cock in and out of Sally's straining cunt.
"Yeah, you get to fuck yo'self a good, hot-bellied black woman," Sally cried, ecstatic at what was happening, "and at the same time a hot-assed white woman licks yo' cock 'n balls and mouthes around on the same cunt you's a-fuckin' so well!"
"Hot damn," Homer bellowed out, "get to it! Dis is great stuff, you women!"
He worked his hips up and down, forcing his cock in and out of Sally's gaping pussy; Ada covered the thick organ with kisses and also took the opportunity to play her tongue over Sally's thick pussy lips.
She moved her mouth down, taking Homer's great balls into her mouth one at a time, then both at the same time. Suddenly an energetic young man leaped out of the crowd watching this abandoned display of lasciviousness. He pulled a long, slender prick out of his pants, an odd-looking tool whose head was actually smaller in diameter than the shaft, and poked it into the eye of Ada's cunt as it loomed cutely out from between her shapely thighs. She twisted her hips madly as she felt this new invasion of her carnal cavity; it was a gesture of welcome, plainly, and she reinforced her friendly gesture by reaching back between her thighs to clasp the fellow's balls in a lust-provoking way. However he did not retain the unique advantage he had gained so suddenly.
Extracting his slender spike from her cunt, he re-aimed it, directing it upward at the tiny brown ring of her anus. Ada felt the probing organ at her rear portal and relaxed her muscles as much as possible, hoping to facilitate its entry.
The lad gave a mighty lunge and his prick bowed in the middle, almost to the breaking point, but then slid into the taut opening he favored.
"Lookee there," a man watching in the crowd giggled, speaking so that Ellen could overhear him "Dat Junior, he ain't never fucked anything but an asshole before; he sho' ain't gonna change now, not wid a nice, tight 'un like dat!"
The sodomite grinned broadly, recognizing that he had pierced a body of rare tightness and capability. Ada never paused the grinding motions of her hips; she seemed rather to welcome this brutalization and humped her loins backward all the more rapidly. At the same time, her mouth continued to play over Sally's streaming pussy and to caress Homer's big prick, now slippery with the cunt drip which Sally had deposited upon it.
Others in the crowd of onlookers now swung info action, spurred into activity by the unbridled debauchery going on before them Ellen and Margaret found themselves being dragged to the ground by importunate black lovers; each willingly allowed the advances and even encouraged them with ardent caresses and tongue-darting kisses.
Within minutes every woman present was being penetrated by one or more men. Several men, finding no woman available, crawled close to a writhing couple and held out their pricks to an available mouth. Ellen found herself sucking furiously at a stallion-sized prick while another even larger was boring into her womb; Margaret duplicated the feat and even surpassed it by reaching out with a free hand to seize another black tool and stroke it gently.
When Sally and Homer had finished their pleasure, Ada was promptly rolled onto her back by other men and made to open her thighs to all of them in succession. No less than six black studs pummelled away at her frothy cunt, pounding it into a frenzy of lust before loosing a mighty spray of smoking semen. At the end, when the flurry of lustful play was over, the women lay about on the ground, stained with the creamy sperm and gasping for breath.
Even Homer had to admit that the white women had held nothing back; they had performed admirably and had acceded to every demand of their new captors. He grudgingly gave an order that they were not to be harmed, at least for the time being, and Ada sighed with relief.
Not only had she gained a new hold on life but even more important, she had perhaps guaranteed herself an existence with an army of lusty men-just what she needed to still the savage hungers burning her body.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
For the rest of that day and the two days following, Ada drifted through a dream world, conscious only of the gigantic chocolate-hued pricks which insistently probed at her mouth or into the tender cavities between her semen-stained thighs. She occasionally dozed off into a nervous sleep only to find herself shortly awakened by a hard, lust-warmed prick being forced against her lips or held between her thighs to caress the bruised slit guarding the entrance into her womb; upon being thus aroused she would silently roll over and accommodate England. The floodgates of her lusty passion had been ripped asunder.
By this time she had completely given up all pretenses of keeping the restrained, ladylike demeanor she had learned in proper New England. The floodgates of her lusty passion had been ripped asunder and she completely forgot all semblance of self-restraint. It seemed that none of the dark rebels was equipped with a tool large enough to satisfy the raging hunger concealed inside her belly; she spread her thighs wide for all of them and never emitted even a whimper of pain, not even when-after they had fucked her agile writhing cunt until it was a foamy mass of spermy slime-they rolled her onto her stomach and probed the rear entrance into her body.
Two, three, even four and five of the ex-slaves possessed her at once. Not once did she give any sign of reaching the limit of her endurance, not even when she found herself sandwiched between two of the lustiest and most superbly equipped stallions, each plunged deep into her body, with another shoving his spewing prick deep into her throat while she wrapped her long, white fingers around the rigid staves of another pair of grinning freed men.
"Whew shit, I seen some fuckin' and suckin' in my time," Sally muttered to one of her compatriots, "but I never seen nothin' to what that white girl can do! She just don't never git tired of havin' the meat shoved to her!"
"Yeah, an' any ole way, it don't matter none to her," Sally's friend observed. "Up her cunt, in her ass, down her chops, in her hand, she's just about game for anything, I reckon!"
By the end of the third day, there was only one freedman in the entire camp who had not parted the thick, puffy lips of Ada's well-worn pussy with his tool-this was Homer, the leader. He had considered taking her but had rejected it; he believed that as the leader of a successful rebellion against the whites he should abstain from this particular sport.
How, he asked himself, could he preach the utter decadence of whites and then stretch himself over a white woman's body, insert his gigantic manhood into her slit and relieve himself of his lusty passions? Homer kept his prick inviolate of that particular kind of pleasure, contenting himself with a monumental task of satisfying Sally's tempestuous, raging desires.
After three days of rest, Homer gave one of his lieutenants the order to bring Ada before him. She was found flat on her back as usual, her knees beside the ears of a very broad and heavy black man; she was holding herself up tightly against him and gently moaning out a plea for him to "do it again! Deeper! All the way in!"
"Hey, git yo' ass outta that cunt-trap, Luther," the lieutenant snapped, prodding the savagely humping freeman with his toe. "Come on, get yo' dick outta that stuff! Big Homer wants to see her and he ain't gonna wait till you shoot off yo' black balls, neither!"
At the mention of their leader's name Luther scrambled up, separating himself from the sex-crazed woman and shuffling off to another part of the camp. The lieutenant's eyes fell on the lush, scarlet lips still forming a round "O ' formed by Luther's big prick; he felt a rush of desire and regretted that he did not have time to finish what Luther had started.
"Come on, woman," he gruffly muttered, motioning to her with his hand. "Wipe yo' cunt off and come with me. I got to take you up in front of the big man hisself!"
Ada did as she was told, wiping off the streaming lips of her pussy with one hand and drying her fingers on her dark bushy pubic fur. Every eye in the camp fastened upon her slender, trim white body as she walked over to the thatched shade under which Homer sat in state. Her breasts, brought now to a ripe fullness by the steady sexual excitement she had felt for the past few days, bobbed slowly in unison with her round, firm hips; a more enticing and arousing sight could not be imagined.
Homer felt her fiery desire as she came near him and he twisted nervously on the chair he used for a throne, trying to hide the twitching excitement betrayed by his prick. Ordinarily that great, thick tube of dark flesh hung limply between his thighs, mute evidence of the effectiveness of Sally's efforts to gain control of the man through constant assaults upon his lust.
"White girl," he began once she had drawn up before him and stood waiting in silence, "you been fucked so many times I even lost count! They's been black men packin' yo' cunt and stuffin, dick up yo' white ass and fuckin' you in de mouth till I thought sho' you'd just nacherly die of it. But that ain't so-you done took on ever one o' them fellers and give 'em a lot better'n you got, 'cordin' to what I done heard. An' what's mo', I hear that you's been doin' a real good job of teachin' them black chillerns over to the island."
"I tried to do a good job, so long as I was allowed to do so," Ada admitted calmly. "I enjoy working with children."
"Huh!" Homer grunted, showing no expression on his placid face. "Now tell me dis, white meat: was you given a choice of bein' a whore to black men, like you done been doin' for the past three days, and goin' back to teachin' dat school again, which would you pick? Huh? Tell me dat now, and no lyin' either!"
Homer leaned forward as he put this question to Ada; his eyes glazed intently as he waited for her answer. Ada considered the question only a moment before giving her reply.
"I would like most of all to do both," she told him. "Had I to choose, I would choose the school-I believe that I could do more good there. But even if I were allowed to teach, I assure you that -I would never again deprive myself of the blessed presence of a strong, lusty man-not ever again!"
Ada barely realized the momentous changes in her personality which her answer revealed. Of course she realized now that her long devotion to chastity and purity had been vain and foolish, not to say wasteful; she now realized full well that woman and man were made for each other and that the only sin was in keeping them apart.
"I reckon all them big words mean you want to keep right on doin' what you been doin' here," Homer grunted. "But maybe add a little teachin' to it too, is dat right?"
"That is correct," Ada answered. "Of course, if I were again to teach full time I would not be able to serve quite as many men as now but as I said, I would not deprive myself of the pleasures I have learned."
"You figger on marryin' up wid some white man? And den settlin' down to do yo' teachin'?"
"No, I have no plans for marriage," Ada replied.
Nor would she ever have such plans, she realized with a slight start of surprise. She realized too that she had become too accustomed to the peculiar thrill of having several men in succession, depraved and wicked though many might think such activity to be. But after all, if it gave pleasure to a man when she opened her most intimate parts to him, especially a man to whom such pleasures had been denied for no good reason, then ought she not to attempt to make up for that denial?
Besides, she had to admit the bald fact to herself: after having been exposed to the sexual act by the brutal Confederates, she had only begun to realize the true magnificence and glory of sexual exaltation when Homer's men had taken her. Bluntly, she was becoming addicted to the peculiar charms and powers of the freedmen and could hardly think of going back to the more pallid and stolid lovemaking she had known with white men.
Homer found Ada's frankness pleasing; she could see that by the easy way he sat back in his chair and grinned at her. He waved his hand listlessly in her direction and told Sally to take care of her with care.
"You know what to do wid her," he muttered, "just like what we talked about. Go 'long wid her and fix it up for me."
Sally bounded forward, grinning happily; she seized Ada's hand to lead her off to the compound used by the black women.
"Good news for you," she whispered excitedly into Ada's ear. "There was a while there, he was thinkin' 'bout killin* you and throwin' you out fo' de mushrats to nibble on! Just like dem other white girls are gonna git it! But you made a believer outta him, takin' on every swingin' dick the way you did and fuckin' em all to a stand-still. But now he gone set you free, so's you can go back to de island *n get on wid yo' schoolteachin*!"
Ada accepted the news calmly, as if Homer's decision had made no difference to her. She was quick, however, to perceive the opportunity now lying before her and sketched out a plan for Sally's inspection. She could explain her absence from the Union camp, she suggested, by announcing that she had been kidnapped by the Confederates, along with Margaret and Ellen, but that she had broken away from her captors when the Negroes had attacked the camp.
The days since that attack, she believed, could be explained away by claiming to have been lost in the swamp. Sally saw the merit to this plan and even added a fillip of her own to it.
"We'll get a group of men to paddle you off right close to the fort. Then you can walk in by yo'self and tell 'em that story 'bout wanderin' in de swamp. Sheeitt, by the time they get through cooin' 'n fussin' over you, you'll be a reg'lar little hero!"
"What about Ellen and Margaret?" Ada demanded. "If they were ever to get free, that would ruin our story!"
"Huh, don't you worry yo' head none 'bout dat pair," Sally scoffed. "Homer, he gone let his men fuck 'em to death! Either dat or he'll get tired of seein' 'em around and he'll shoot 'em Homer ain't no dumb-assed black man; he knows that pair ain't got no use for a black man 'cept when he's got a harden and they've got a hot pussy! He'll show 'em who's boss 'round here, don't you fret none 'bout that!"
With that Ada agreed to the proposal. Sally made the arrangements for Ada's transportation so quickly that she was on her way within the hour, too soon even to say goodbye to Ellen and Margaret. Even though she despised the spies for their hypocrisy and prejudice, Ada felt a warm kinship with them, realizing that whatever else they might argue about, they agreed on the essential goodness of sexual pleasure.
Ada donned a ragged dress cast off by a slave woman; she realized as she pulled it over her head that it was the first time in nearly two weeks that she was not stark naked.
"Ugh, how constricting!" she thought to herself. "Oh, that I could go around blessedly naked for the rest of my life!"
The freedmen's strong backs and skilled arms plied the paddles of the boat so well that she found herself back in the Union camp even before dusk had fallen.
Cries of wonder and elation greeted her return, though she disdained the fuss and bother of the extra enthusiastic reception given her. Her calm recital of her kidnapping and subsequent wanderings around the escape brought wondering gasps from the lips of those who heard her story but she refused all efforts to glorify her feat.
"Really, once I had gotten away it was just a matter of trying to find my way back," she stated wearily. "I do wish you'd all stop making such a fuss over me. I'd like most of all to rest a few days and then go back to my school."
Ada flatly refused an offer to send her to Washington where she would be given a heroine's welcome. Nothing could budge her from her determination to get back into the schoolroom as quickly as possible and the commander of the fort eventually threw up his hands in despair.
"Never saw such a muleheaded woman," he snorted in disgust. "If she's so all-fired ready to teach school, then let her teach! Til have no more to do with it!"
Thus Ada carried her point. She stayed in her room for two days, resting and recuperating from the long days and nights of extreme exertion she had endured. She soon discovered, however, that she could not successfully make the switch from a life of orgiastic indulgence to one of chaste quietness; even on the morning after she arrived at the fort, she awoke to discover that her sex was throbbing unmercifully.
She attempted to ignore the steady, pulsating throb for a time but could not; her heated blood grew ever more demanding for satisfaction and she found herself nervously pacing the floor of her cabin. Finally, recognizing the impossibility of gaining control of her desires, she surrendered to them.
Taking off her clothes, Ada fell back onto her cot, thighs spread wide. She applied her fingers to herself, attempting to supply the deep penetration she had grown to love so much; the attempt brought her a slight satisfaction but still she felt a need for more stimulation.
She attempted to concentrate on her duties and even agreed to pack up the belongings that Ellen and Margaret had left behind. It was thus that she discovered the dildo; it took her only a moment to see the uses to which it might be put and another moment to remove her underclothing.
After locking the door to the cabin she stretched out on a cot, her dress crumpled around her waist, and began experimenting with the massive, brutally shaped instrument.
"Ahhh," she purred to herself when she shoved the knobby tip of the crude tool between the lips of her pussy and felt its broad heft dilate the mouth of her cunt, "that's not the real thing but it's pretty close! Shit, what a wonderful thing it is, to fuck and feel a man going deep into your body!"
Ada gave herself a thorough workout with the dildo that morning, administering large doses of pleasure to herself. Despite the massive size of the instrument, she had to admit that it only weakly compared with the real thing, the warm living, rigid flesh of a lusty man. She saw clearly that she could never be without that rare delicacy again, no matter what the cost.
Ada's first day back at her school showed her the path to her salvation. She had barely called the class to order that morning when she looked up to see Willie, a hulking youth of about fifteen who sat on a bench at the rear of the room, run his hand easily down inside the front of his loose, floppy trousers.
Ada's voice trailed off into a low whisper when she realized that the lad was playing with himself; her eyes were glued to the bulge beginning to appear in the front of his trousers.
"Yeah, teacher," piped up a roundeyed girl in the front row who saw it all, "that Willie, he's just about the horniest thing on this island! Sheee, he done fucked two of us on the way to school this mornin' and there he is, gettin' it ready for some more!"
Ada tried to tell Willie to stop his crude behavior but her voice failed her; she could not force herself to order him to remove his hand from his trousers. The sight of his organ, already swelled out to full, extraoodinarily generous dimensions, cast a hypnotic spell over her.
"Perhaps you just haven't hit upon the right method for subduing him " Ada found herself saying.
"Sho' nuff," another girl cried out. "We can't none of us work him down! Teacher, you wanna show us how to do it good?"
Almost dazed by the sullen, masculine beauty of Willie's stiff cock, Ada found herself fumbling with her own clothes. She unhooked her skirt and slid it down, then stepped out of her petticoats and stripped completely.
Willie's eyes widened at the sight of her creamy flesh and he stared steadily at the thick bush of dark hair covering her lovemound; his own fingers began to fumble with the hand of rope holding up his ragged trousers. He unfastened the rope and the trousers fell to the floor and then he threw off his shirt, standing completely nude. Ada shivered at seeing his stiff, knobby prick spearing the air before him.
She edged back to the desk and seated herself on it, then drew up her knees and parted them, allowing the full, womanly glory of her pussy to become visible. Her fingers edged down and caught the fragrant furrow on either side, pressing the lips apart to reveal the soft, wet, pink inner surfaces.
"Stand closer," she murmured, her voice coarse and thick with lust. "Stand closer and put that wonderful tool in my cunt! I want to feel it sliding all the way in, till I'm full of wonderful cock! Then I'll fuck you until that thing droops, I swear I will!"
Willie moved as though he was in a trance but he did as Ada ordered. Placing himself between her thighs, he aimed the head of his prick squarely between the lips of her pussy and seated it in the mouth of her cunt. She sighed heavily upon feeling the sensual contact and gradually lowered herself back until she was lying on the desk.
"Now!" she panted, licking her lips hungrily. "Drive it up my cunt! All the way, I want to feel you shooting come into my womb!"
"Not yet," he drawled, turning to look back at the floor. The rest of the class had gathered round to witness every detail of Ada's instruction. "Somebody hand me dat rope I was usin' for a belt."
Upon being given the length of hemp, he took it in his right hand and swished it smartly against Ada's belly. She groaned, a savage moan of lusty exultation, and heaved her loins upward. Again he snapped the rope against her flesh, this time raising his airm so that the tip popped hard against one of her breasts. Ada screamed out a frantic oath of joy and again lunged upward, spearing herself further upon the thick shaft of his cock.
"Yeah, dat really make her hump!" Willie crowed, licking his thick lips with glee and smacking her again. "Ooo-eee, is dat cunt ever hot!"
"Flog it to her, Willie!" a schoolmate urged.
Several of the boys opened up their trousers and produced their own pricks. They began masturbating in unison as Willie flogged her; the girls of the class looked on enviously. Ada now locked her heels behind Willie's skinny rump and gathered him even closer, forcing more of his rocklike prick into her body.
Her moans came more quickly now and she tossed wildly upon the desk. Willie threw down the rope and seized her buttocks when he felt himself nearing his climax.
"Agghhh!" he grunted, fucking her with a mad, driving frenzy that brought repeated cries of delight to her lips.
"Aiiiee!" Ada shrieked, beside herself with pleasure when she felt his sperm shooting deep into her cunt.
Her hips thrashed and pounded in unison with Willie's spurting climax Her breath whistled through her teeth and her hands grasped convulsively at thin air. Poising himself one last time, Willie raised up onto his toes and then smalled his spurting cock home with a vicious plunge that sent the entirety of the tool slithering deep into Ada's cunt.
The boys gathered around the desk continued to stroke their pricks with their hands and soon they too joined in the display, spurting thick streams of creamy semen onto the desk and Ada's body. Her hands caught much of the spray and rubbed it onto her breasts and belly.
"Miss Clawdy, they ain't nobody ever fucked like dat," Willie muttered, easing down onto his heels and supporting himself gingerly. "Mis Ada, you sho' knows how to fuck a prick!"
"You've got a lot of wonderful cock to fuck," Ada said with a grin, "And I hope that you girls learned something from that display: you get just as much out of the sexual act as you put into it! Remember this, girls: a lazy rump will always mean a measly come!"
The students laughed appreciatively at her humor. After that, they settled down to a day of serious study and made more progress than any class Ada had ever taught. The next day found her repeating the experience, but this time with Joe, another fifteen year old; this time she gave the assembled class a demonstration of how to suck the prick that has just plumbed the depths of your pussy with telling effect and again the students performed exceptionally well when they got down to classwork.
Ada then decided that it would be a good idea if she began every schoolday with a demonstration of the sexual act, or some phase of it. Doing so seemed to remove a lot of tension from the schoolroom and it certainly soothed her own pent up emotions.
Each day thereafter found her performing before her class with the wild vivacity of a true sensualist. No one ever mentioned the strange activities in that classroom though the educational authorities soon noted the speedy progress her scholars made. Upon being pressed for the secret to her pedagogical success, Ada would only shake her head and say, "I love my students and they love me; that's all there is to it, I guess.
Of course none of the Union authorities ever divined that Ada merit that she loved her students in a very special and adult way!
For many years Ada remained on the island, conducting her school with the same outstanding success and becoming the marvel of all who were acquainted with her work. She became a legend in her own time, and not just among the educational authorities.
Everyone marveled at her devotion and self sacrifice in spending her time among the freedmen of the island; she would smile and deprecate all these statements about her special nobility. Each summer Ada would disappear for two weeks at the beginning of the vacation and for two more weeks just before school started in the autumn; no one ever learned where she went.
That is, none of the white authorities ever learned her secret. There were many blacks, however, who knew of the strange revels conducted around a campfire far back in the swamps, revels centering around the insatiable body of a lovely white woman who seemingly could not get enough of the dark pricks of men who gathered in the clearing for a concentrated two week period of orgiastic release.
Upon returning from her mysterious vacations, Ada seemed tired but refreshed in some inner, spiritual way. When she finally died at the age of fifty-two, every black man on the island followed her casket to the plain cemetery where she was buried. She was eulogized in Northern newspapers, which made great note of the devoted freedmen who idolized her even unto the death.
Black men all over the 'island gathered in groups to recall the fine times they had spent with Ada.
"Ah, I remember that cunt as if it was just yesterday that we were fucking. She was really something, wasn't she?" one would say.
"Yes," another would answer, "I remember fucking her in the ass once, and man, let me tell you, that nothing I've come across in this life, and probably nothing I'll come across in the next life, could be as good as that woman's ass."
"Tell me about it," the first one might ask, not having ever fucked Ada in the ass.
"Well, it was as tight as a keyhole," smiled the knowing gent. "And let me tell you, that she bucked under me until I thought the walls of the shack would fall down. I had my rod just ready to plunge into that little hole of hers, and she was already so excited, her cunt was dripping white stuff all over the place. So before we fucked, I kneeled between her legs and sucked the twat dry. Naturally, she came again as I was doing that. Yeah, this woman was really filled with juice-aplenty.
"Anyway, after we had finished that, I kneeled on her thighs, and drove my big rod into her little anus. It killed her with pain, but she loved it. She was crying out underneath me, and thrashing around on the ground, but everything she did was to increase the pleasure we both were experiencing.
"When I came I filled that little canal of hers with cream that overflowed onto the ground, there was so much of it."
The other men in the group would stare with feelings of awe when anyone told a story like this.
And it went on for years. The legend and the glory of Ada never died. The beauty of her womanhood lasted forever.
