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 This is an adult story.  If you're not an adult in the place you live, or
are an adult that is offended by this grown up stuff, don't read it.  If
you read it and are offended, it's your own fault then isn't it?  The
following story depicts sex and even rape...enjoy if you're into it.

   Civil War: Part 1

   By Suaron



   Brett heard the approach of the horse and came out of the barn.  Jake
brought his horse to a stop near her.  She smiled and was filled with fear
when he did not smile back.  "It's true then?" She asked, not wanting to
hear the answer.

   Jake dismounted.  "It's true all right.  Yankee army is marching this
direction.  We're getting all the men in the area together to form up a
defense to help our retreating army get reformed up."

   Brett followed him into the house.  "When do you have to leave?"

   "Dawn tomorrow.  We're riding north to Shanksville, we'll make a stand
there."

   "That's only a few miles away" Brett said, "Are they that close?"

   Jake reached up and brought his rifle down from the wall.  "They are. 
We should be able to stop 'em though."

   "I'll make your favorite dinner tonight." Brett smiled, trying to keep
the lump in her throat down, "Can't send you off to war with out good
memories of home."

   Jake grabbed her arm, "Food is not the kind of memories I want to take
with me to war." Brett shuddered, hearing a tone in Jake's voice that
always made her nervous.  "Dinner can wait, it's you that I want." He
pulled her to him and pressed her against his body.  She had married Jake
two years ago when she was fifteen.  She was afraid then of sex, and he had
given her reason to be.  Jake was very rough with her.  He had also made it
clear to her that she could not say no to him, and that saying no would do
no good anyway.  What Jake wanted, Jake got.

   He relesed his grip on her, "Why don't you get me some water.  I'd like
to wash up from the road before we get to other things." Brett gave a
little smile and turned to leave.  His grip on her arm stopped her.  His
hands reached up to the buttons of her blouse.  He undid the top button,
then the next, then the third.  He knew she wasn't wearing her corset, she
never did when she was working hard in the barn, it was too constraining.
Jake undid the fourth button.  Her blouse was undone more than half way
down her torso.  Easily showing her soft cleavage.  He smiled, "NOW, go out
and get me some water."

   Her face red, she turned and walked to the door, "And remember," he
called as she reached for the door latch, "I'll be watching as usual." She
opened the door stepped into the yard.  The well pump was across the yard.
As was normal at this time, two of the farm's slaves, Amos and Colby were
near the pump washing the tools that had been used for the day.  Walking
towards them Brett knew they could see her cleavage jiggling in her open
blouse, as she walked.

   The water bucket was next to the pump.  Knowing that Jake was watching
she stopped at the pump bent over, straight legged to pick up the bucket.
Doing this she knew gave Amos and Colby an even better sight of her
breasts. She moved the bucket under the pump's spigget.  She began to pump
water.  As Jake was watching, Brett followed the pump all the way down with
her upper torso.  Each time the pump handle went down she bent over with
it. It took several pumps before water even started to come out of the
pump.

   Amos and Colby were watching, she knew.  The thought made her blush
again, knowing every time she bent over with the downward pump, they got a
good look at her.  She tried to concentrate on the water pouring into the
bucket.  When it was full she'd be able to go back into the house.  It was
nearly full so she started to pump harder and faster.  To her horror her
quick movement caused her right breast to fall out of her blouse totally.
She almost reached up to tuck it back in, but remembered Jake and knew
she'd be sorry if she did.  It took four more pumps to fill the bucket and
all four she did with her breast exposed to the two black workers.  The
pink nipple getting hard from the combination of her sweat and the light
breeze blowing.

   The bucket full, she bent down once again and picked it up.  Mercifully
when she stood up her blouse covered her tit.  She walked to the door of
the house and went in.  She found Jake in their bedroom.  "Had a little
problem I saw," he said, smiling that smile that made her shiver again. 
She nodded.  "No matter, the slaves can look, but not touch," he said
matter-of-factly as he undressed.  Once he stood nude, he told her to wash
him down with the water and a cloth.

   Brett was always amazed at the sight of his body.  Jake was in good
shape for his thirty years.  Hard life of farm work and the military had
given him muscles.  Brett too was always amazed at the size of his penis.
When he had come to the orphanage to take her away to marry her, she'd
never seen one before.  On their wedding night she had been frightened at
the sight of his 7" manhood.  She had tried to tell him she needed time
before she thought she was ready.  He had taught her then what happened
when she said no.

   As she washed him, Jake undid the rest of her blouse and tossed it
aside. Soon he'd slid her skirt, and then her bloomers to the ground so
that she was as naked as he was.  He was hard and it was pointed up in the
air as if looking at her.  "Get on the bed." She followed his order, laying
on her back.  He moved between her legs and with no hesitation, stopping
only to rub some spit on himself, he entered her and began to pump her hard
and fast.  She grunted as he took her so roughly.  His trusts causing her
breasts to bounce up and down.

   "Those two niggahs saw your tit didn't they?" he asked with a teasing
tone.  She knew how this game was played too.  It was one of his favorites.
She said, "Yes" between gasps for air.  "This little nipple right here all
out for their eyes." He twisted the nipple between his fingers.

   "You liked having the slaves look at you didn't you?" He pumped her a
little faster.

   She knew her lines, knew what she had to say.  "Yes, I liked showing
them."

   "I knew it." He smiled, "Because I know you're a little slut.  You can
never have enough cock can you?!"

   She shook her head, "No Jake, I always want more."

   "I know you do, you little whore," he almost laughed, "I bet you'd love
for me to call those two niggahs in here so you could fuck them both."

   Again Brett answered yes as she knew that was the answer she was
supposed to give.  He always made horrible threats and talked about her
doing awful things with other people.  Thankfully he'd never made her
actually do any of the things he'd say, but talking about it seemed to work
him into a frenzy.  She knew if she went along with it well, he'd finish
soon.

   "You bitch," he was saying, "You'd do them both at the same time,
wouldn't you?"

   "Yes Jake.  I'd let both of them have me, I need all I can get."

   "You'd love it if I brought them in!" He kept his pace up, almost in a
trance, "Beg me to let you fuck them!"

   "Please Jake, let me.  Let me fuck the slaves.  You can watch if you
want, just let me have them both," she said with a convincing tone in her
voice.

   This put him over the edge.  He rammed harder into her, grunting. 
"You...little...cunt..." he pulled out and his cock shot spurt after spurt
of cum out.  The first two landed between her breasts, the third arced up
and landed on her left cheek, and two more on her belly before his orgasm
subsided.  "Ah," he said, "Yes, you're good at acting innocent, but we knew
the truth don't we?" She only nodded.  "Well don't you move now, stay right
where you are.  This time I'll give you your wish."

   She was puzzled.  This not part of his usual game.  Her stomach twisted
when she heard him at the front door, "Amos, Colby!  Come in here." She
wanted to reach up and cover herself, to hide, but knew that Jake would go
insane if she disobeyed him.  She lay there, nude and exposed, cum on her
body and face.  Jake appeared in the door and pointed, "Take the water
bucket out and my dirty clothes as well."

   Both slaves stepped into the room and stopped suddenly, seeing Brett
naked and cum covered on the bed.  "What's the matter?!  You niggahs never
seen a naked white woman before?"

   They both averted their eyes from her.  "No massa," they answered.

   "Then consider this one of your few lucky days," Jake said, "She's got a
great little body, so you got an extra treat.  Now get the things I told
you to and get back to work." Brett felt the blush come over her.  Amos and
Colby kept giving her quick sideways looks, and she could only lay there
and let them take in her nudity, and shame.  They did as they were told and
were gone.  She let out an almost audible sigh.  She had thought that this
time he WAS going to make her actually have sex with them.

   Jake watched them go out the door and then looked at her.  "Now you can
dress and get dinner ready.  After dinner we can make a few more memories
for me before I leave for war." He stepped out.  Brett sat up in the bed,
giving out a little sob.  She knew it was going to be a long night.  She
was ashamed for her evil thoughts but she actually found herself hoping
that maybe Jake wouldn't come back from the war. (end of part 1)