"It's a very simple proposition sir."
"Tell me" the exhausted half naked man, smeared with blood croaked.
"Give me the names of the plotters and you will suffer no more" the man in the white shirt and blue militia trousers with black suspemders replied brandishing the pincers.
"Never."
"You are a stubborn fool."
"But I have my honour, not like you, you fucking sadist."
With the hand not holding the sharp pincers Lennon slashed the riding crop across the prisoner's back. Blood oozed from the wheal that rapidly became a cut.
The prisoner was tied to a chair with his hands bound to the table, his fingers on one hand had already been broken by the General using the crop handle.
"Your honour has no service in this room, it is a useless façade."
"It will serve me well when I leave the room."
"It will not."
"Why not."
"Because unless I get the names the only way you will leave this room will be in a coffin."
"Then I will die with my honour intact."
"That is your choice sir to consider as I leave you alone" Lennon said leaving the room.
"Have you cracked him yet sir?" Lennon's most trusted aide asked.
"Nearly, but he is a tough one."
"All the better though General when you break them aren't they?"
"Very true Collins, very true indeed."
Lennon strolled from the basement in the warehouse in New York near to the piers where the ocean going ships docked. He climbed three sets of stairs and went through a door in a small apartment.
"Hello my darling" the attractive blonde woman greeted him.
"Hello Charlotte" Lennon replied as his mistress walked across the room to him. They embraced and he kissed her full on her lips. His hands slid down her back to the delicious ripeness of the full, rounded cheeks of her sumptipous ass. As he had ordered she was completely naked.
"Make love to me Fairfax" she whispered into his ear as she felt his hardness growing against her belly.
He picked her up and carried the slim, nineteen year old woman across the room, through a door and into a bedroom that was lit by just a single candle. He gently laid her in the middle of the bed and stood alongside it as he removed his outer shirt, vest, trousers and boots. Charlotte watched fascinated and very excited as her lover slid his hands into waist of his drawers. Despite their bagginess the outline of his erection was very clear and the girl shuddered at the thought of it inside her once again. She shuddered even more as it came into sight.
"Oh God sir you are so handsome" she groaned as Lennon joined her on the bed. She wanted to say 'God you have a handsome cock Fairfax' but feared that would be too forward and unwise. He kissed her, gently cupped and squeezed her pert breasts and pinched her unusually long and very dark coloured, almost brown nipples, which he adored. Charlotte sighed with contentment as he sent such wonderful sensations through her slender body. His hand slid down from her bosom across her narrow waist and flat stomach and onto her blonde haired pubic mound. His fingers found both her clitoris and her lips and he rubbed then softly as they continued to kiss.
"May I?" She whispered reaching for Lennon's manhood
"Not just now" he replied as he slithered his head down her body to where his fingers had now slid inside the young woman.
Charlotte again felt herself shudder with expectancy as she realised what he was going to do. She had summed up to her closest friend. 'His tongue is a marvel, it's like a snake!'
Lennon loved orally attending to a woman's genitalia, more so oddly than he enjoyed them attending to his. Removing his fingers from the girl he licked the length of her slit and then probed the 'pink petals' of skin with the tip of his tongue until the folds parted. He found that most sensitive place and after licking and probing it with his tongue he took the stalk of gristle between his teeth and gently bit it. That gave Charlotte her first climax. She moaned and sighed as her body jerked and convulsed, but Lennon didn't stop although he used his tongue more gently as Charlotte went through the various stages of her orgasm.
As she came down from the heights of sensation so Lennon pulled on her body.
"Turn over my love" he whispered cuddling her slim body to his as she turned onto her front. "Raise up" he said pulling on her hips.
Charlotte wondered whether Lennon was going to bugger her. He had never asked or insisted on that, but recently had shown far more interest in that part of her body and she felt that sooner or later he would want her ass; after all wasn't that why men like the General had a mistress? As she was still anally a virgin the idea scared her a little, but it also excited her.
Although giving him pleasure rewarded her she did not at all look forward to being penetrated in that place so she was relieved when he did not kneel and move his cock towards her. Instead, Lennon patiently positioned his youngest mistress so that she was on her knees with her head resting on her forearms and her long blond tresses tumbling onto the bed. Her upper legs were not at right angles to the feather stuffed mattress, but were nearer to being at forty five degrees and they were slightly parted. He wriggled his way so that he was behind her, he sat up straight with his legs through hers and he gripped her slim, yet womanly flared hips. He moved his hands so that he was gripping her beautifully rounded cheeks and gently pulled them apart. Although it was dim in the bedroom there was sufficient light for Lennon to see the puckered darker, almost brown skin surrounding the girl's anus, it looked delicious and amazingly erotic. Opening his mouth and poking his tongue out the General moved his face forward until the tip of his tongue pressed against Charlotte's asshole. The sensation was strong for both of them and she grunted and jerked her body. Lennon released some spittle from his mouth and lubricated the star-shaped orifice. Slowly yet persistently he probed at it gradually manoeuvring the tip of his tongue slightly inside. He pressed more firmly and moved a hand between Charlotte's legs again finding and stimulating her lips and clitoris. Her body was now aflame with sensations and her climax began. She was panting and moaning as she felt something replace his tongue. Realising that it was his finger she panicked a little as she felt it pressing against the closed, but fully lubricated hole. Quickly and as gently as it could be done he slipped his forefinger inside that tight crevice.
"Oh God no" the girl moaned as a searing pain shot through her.
"Shush my darling it will soon be gone."
He was correct and the pain that had filled her lower torso was replaced with a warmth and a sexual sensation that was so strong yet so different to when her front passage was entered.
"Now my lovely young lady I want you to climax by having your ass finger fucked."
Charlotte did precisely that as Lennon loved her ass and thought about the prisoner whose fingers he had broken earlier that evening. He needed no more help from his mistress to spurt his spunk over his flat belly.
*
Following the delightful tea that Amelia's staff produced for Amanda the two women got to know each other very well. They met for tea or lunch quite often and dinner occasionally although that was always at the Embassy or Amanda's house, for two women dining together in public was severely frowned upon by Washington's society.
Despite the fifteen years age gap they became closer and closer and soon they were confidantes. Amelia told her that all was not good with her marriage and Amanda explained about her break from Samuel.
"He just couldn't resist younger women."
"Yes I know."
"What?"
"He propositioned me several times."
"The devil, but then my dear he did so many others" Amanda replied as they both laughed.
"So you and the General Amanda, how is that going?" Amelia asked one afternoon when they were in the bungalow in the grounds of the Embassy having tea.
"It has its moments" Amanda replied rather vacantly looking at her friend who had dispensed with her hoop and voluminous skirt and was wearing a simple pale lemon coloured, shift dress and clearly no corset. Having had to travel across town by carriage, Amanda was more formal, but was wearing a smaller hoop than she would in the evening.
"God it is so hot" she said fanning herself.
"You must be uncomfortable my dear, why don't you slip out of your dress and hoops?
Amanda was slightly taken aback by the suggestion. Whilst it was not unusual for teenage girls when together to remove their outer garments it was not something that women were prone to do, although it was not unheard of.
"Are you sure Amelia?"
"Oh yes Amanda I have no issue with it and the heat is oppressive. Pray use my dressing room" she said pointing to the far end of the building and calling out as Amanda moved towards the corridor leading to the dressing room. "And your corset as well if you desire."
" 'twould be such bliss ma'am, but I do not have my maid to assist me."
"Then Amanda I shall be your maid."
*
The now single de Bow had moved permanently to Washington. This was ostensibly to oversee the Census Service, but there was another much more impelling reason behind the move. Having run the Service most successfully for several years during which time he had considerably widened its scope he had almost resigned from the post last year after he had divorced his third wife. It was his desire for Amanda Williams that persuaded him to continue as head of the Census for that meant he had to be based in Washington.
It was a week or so after the White House reception where she had been Lennon's partner that de Bow arrived back in the Capital. This was after a fleeting trip to New Orleans to settle some affairs and make arrangements for his extensive property and the printing presses to be looked after; he didn't intend returning to New Orleans to live.
Immediately he arrived back in Washington he sent Amanda a handwritten note inviting her to dinner. He completed the invitation with:
I am so desperate to see you again my dear Amanda that I respectfully ask you to offer me a date for dinner at your most earliest juncture.
