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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 2



   By Sauron



   Brett awoke to the sound of thunder.  She rolled over in bed and the
action bad her gasp a little.  A soreness in her loins reminded her of how
rough Jake had been last night.  He was like a man possessed.  Getting his
final pleasures before he went off to fight the yankees.  Brett sat up in
bed.  That wasn't thunder, she realized.  That was the sound of cannon. 
The battle had begun a few miles down the road.

   Brett looked out into the empty yard.  The slaves would be out into the
field by now getting their work done.  Nothing she could do but wait until
she knew the result of the battle.  The sounds of battle had quieted after
about two hours.  Brett was working in the barn an hour after that when she
heard a flurry of gunfire that sounded very close.  Brett came out of the
barn just as four horsemen rode through the gate.  Brett's heart jumped
when she saw their blue uniforms.  She ran towards the front door of the
house as one of the yankees, the one with three stripes on his sleeve
shouted "stop her!"

   Brett reached her door and swung it open.  She slammed it behind her but
it stopped one inch from closing as one of the men pursuing her had stuck
the butt of his rifle in the door jam.  She screamed as the door was kicked
open and two yankee soldiers burst in.  They grabbed her by the arms as two
others came through the door.

   "What do you want to do with her sarge?" asked one of the men holding
her arms.

   The sergeant stepped up to Brett.  "We're looking for some rebels that
ran from a battle down the road.  Have you seen anyone?"

   Terror ran through Brett's mind.  All she could do was shake her head
no.

   "I'll get her to talk sarge." the man said again hurting her arm by
tightening his grip.

   "Sharpe, Duncan, you keep her here, Bullman and I are going to look
around the farm." The sergeant and the other man stepped out the door.

   "You know what those two will do to her." Bullman said

   "Yes, corperal, I do.  They're idiots and so I would rather have them
occupied with some southern whore than doing something that might get you
and I killed." The sergeant stepped off the porch, "Let's go check the
barn, and be careful about it."

   "Please," Brett pleaded, "I don't know about any rebels.  I wont run
away.  Just let me go and I'll be happy to feed you, maybe fetch you some
water."

   "Shut up bitch!" Duncan slapped her, "We'll take what we want, don't
worry about that."

   Sharpe looked around the room.  He nodded towards the cutting table,
"Sarge said to keep her here, he didn't say anything about not having a
little fun as well." Duncan smiled and nodded his head in agreement.  Brett
gasped as they practically threw her forward.  They bent her forward at the
waist, her upper body on top of the cutting board table.

   "We'll need something to tie her down with." Duncan looked around.

   "No problem." Brett gasped as Sharpe drew a knife from his belt.  She
gasped again as she felt him cutting away bits of her skirt.  She tried to
raise up from the table but Duncan held her down.  They used the cut strips
of her skirt to tie each of her wrists to two of the legs of the table. 
Brett felt the cold steele of Sharpe's blade at the back of her neck where
the collar of her dress was.

   She screamed out as he brought the knife down in a quick motion, the
sound of tearing cloth mixing with her cry.  The two soldiers looked at the
soft white skin of her back, the small round buttox covered by the white
cotton underpants.  Brett began sobbing as she felt the blade begin to cut
away her last bit of cover.

   "Now that's nice." Sharpe smiled as he gave Brett's exposed ass a pinch
causing her to add a quick squeel to her sobs.

   "Best we've had in a while." Duncan said as he began to unbuckle his
belt.  Brett could hear Sharpe behind her doing the same thing.  She knew
now what they were going to do to her, and they only laughed as she pleaded
for them to stop.  Duncan grabbed a fist full of Brett's red hair, "Now
bitch, use that mouth of yours for something more than crying and begging."

   Brett saw Duncan's cock, exposed and erect, coming at her face.  She
kept her mouth closed tightly as he pushed it into her face, moved around
her lips.  Brett could smell the sweat around his organ, feel the hardness
on her lips.  "Little whore wont open up for me." Duncan pulled Brett's
hair harder, pulling her head further back.  "Open up damn you or I
swear..."

   "I'll get her to open up." Sharpe said as Brett heard him spit into his
hand.  Intense pain caused Brett to scream as she felt Sharpe's cock force
its way into her anus.  Brett's scream was muffled quickly as Duncan pushed
his own organ all the way into her mouth.  She gagged on the taste of sweat
and dirt as the cock slid back and forth between her lips.  The pain
subsided some, but not much, in her ass as Sharpe began to piston faster
and harder into her.

   "This is a nice tight hole." Sharpe said between grunts as he rammed.

   The two men worked on the helpless girl for quite some time.  The
sergeants call gave them pause.  "Finish up you two, we have work to do!"
Brett gave a mental sigh of relief.  Her relief was short lived as both men
went wild, pumping her mouth and rectum harder and faster in order to
"finish up".  Sharpe finished first with a grunt.  He pushed himself deeply
into her and she could feel the hot spurts of his cum shooting into her
bowles.

   Duncan came next, choking Brett with a thick load of cum that went down
her throat and filled her mouth.  The hot, cream seeped out of her lips and
down her chin.  Soon she felt them pull out of her.  Duncan wiped his cock
on her cheek and she felt Sharpe doing the same on her thighs.  She
sputtered, begining to sob again, feeling their cum dripping rom her chin
and seeping from her anus to run down the crack of her ass.

   "Should we untie her?" Duncan asked, pulling his pants up.

   Sharpe sneered, "What for?  These southerners have slaves, let them
untie the little slut."