by greatkahn & Tepperchick
War had not visited this part of the country for many years. It did not creep up silently nor did it suddenly appear. It was expected, almost welcomed by the citizens of the South. Men eagerly joined the forces of the Confederated States with gusto. Things had not gone so well for the rebels though. General William Tecumseh Sherman invaded Georgia with the firm intent of sending the state straight to hell. What he did not expect was the collateral damage caused by his men, in which no civilian, crop, or animal was spared.
Annabelle Montgomery sat on the porch of Oak Tree Manor, nestled in the Georgian countryside near Augusta, staring out into the sunset and contemplating Sherman's dastardly actions. She was lost in thought when Thomas, one of her father's few remaining slaves, ran up to her. Out of breath, he informed her that he saw men dressed in blue uniforms near the house. She hurried to the second-story balcony to see for herself. She was greeted to the sight of Union soldiers approaching her home. Panicked, she told Thomas to alert the other slaves and meet her on the porch. Then she hid what valuables were left in the house in the cellar and went outside to warn off the soldiers.
As he approached Oak Tree Manor, First Lieutenant Robert Andrews hardly noticed the palatial white house or the slaves hurriedly congregating on the porch. All of his attention was drawn to the young, beautiful lady of the house. She had thick, chestnut brown hair pinned up simply, as if she had done it herself. Her white dress was modest and slightly tattered. Obviously her family had once been wealthy but was suffering many hardships due to the war. She wore a tired look complemented by ferociousness in her eyes. Aside from a few slaves, she seemed to be alone.
Andrews and Captain Hadley dismounted from their horses and climbed the steps to the porch, their company a few yards behind them.
"Miss, we seem to be a bit lost. Where are we?" Captain Hadley inquired.
"You, sirs, are at my father's estate. Augusta is about five miles that way." Annabelle pointed north, "Now take your men and go, because you most certainly are not welcome here," Annabelle finished with an acid tone.
Andrews was startled by her feisty demeanor, but remained silent. Hadley replied, "Miss— "
"Montgomery. My name is Annabelle Montgomery."
"Miss Montgomery, you seem to misunderstand your situation," Hadley began, a predatory gleam in his eye. "We are not asking if we are welcome. Since it is already night, my men and I are staying here until we receive word from my commanding officers, whether you like it or not. Now you can make this easy on everybody and stand aside, or I am sure my men can find something to do with a pretty girl like yourself."
The First Lieutenant could hardly believe his ears. Hadley was used to getting what he wanted and he abused his position to get what he desired, but even he had his limits in place. Before this, the worst offense Hadley had committed was forcing a prostitute to service his mutinous men before they rebelled. But Hadley's actions against this innocent maid were unwarranted.
Andrews stepped forward, as if to guard Annabelle from his superior. "Sir, I must protest your treatment of this young lady. You must remember that even though we are at war, we are first and foremost gentlemen and must behave accordingly."
Hadley stared at Andrews in disbelief. "You audacious little shit! You dare speak to me in such a way in front of my men?" He paused to compose himself from his outburst. "Very well. Why don't you show this woman what a gentleman you can be?"
"What do you mean by that? What's going to happen to me?" Annabelle asked, desperate for information.
"Don't worry, little Miss Montgomery. You will be in the care of First Lieutenant Robert Andrews," Hadley said with a devious smirk.
"Sir, I would never violate such an innocent woman. She has done nothing wrong. This is not the proper conduct of an officer, and it would not do for your superiors, let alone your wife, to find out about your behavior with civilians."
"Either you follow my orders, or your family will suffer for it while you think about it in prison. Insubordination is a crime, you know." Hadley's hand went to his holster for his revolver. He wore a calm demeanor on his face.
"I shall take my chances," Andrews stated firmly.
"Tie her up, then," Hadley yelled to his men. The slaves bowed their heads in helplessness as Annabelle was hoisted over the shoulder of a large man and carried to a column on her porch. Hadley stripped off his belt and used it to tie her hands around the column behind her. Annabelle started to scream her lungs out, beseeching mercy from Andrews with her eyes. Her screaming turned to whimpering when Hadley slapped her face forcefully.
Hadley looked over his shoulder at Andrews, who was watching in silent horror. "If you do not do it, Lieutenant, I will." Two men were already lifting Annabelle's legs off the ground and pulling them apart, lifting her skirts as they did so. Hadley undid his pants and lifted out a massive erection. It was as wide as his wrist and it thickened as he stroked it. Annabelle nearly fainted at the sight of it.
"I will do it."
Hadley turned around, his erection bobbing as he did so. "What did you say, Lieutenant?"
"I will take her innocence, so that you cannot," Andrews said clearly.
"Well somebody had better!" cried Kramer, a soldier in the company. He took out a pocketknife and sliced open the front of Annabelle's dress, baring two perfect breasts amid the shredded dress. The barbarian soldiers cheered and tears of humiliation flowed down Annabelle's cheeks. Captain Hadley knocked Kramer unconscious with the handle of his pistol and declared, "She is for no one but officers."
Annabelle sobbed as Hadley reached down, lifting the last of the material covering her and exposed her to the men. The night air and the feeling of thirty men staring at her caused her sex to tingle and a strange, liquid feeling to course through her.
"She's ready for you," Hadley said to Andrews upon noticing the moisture that had welled up inside of her.
Andrews stepped in between her thighs. The men holding her up adjusted so that she was the perfect height for him. He released his erection from his pants and rubbed it up and down her slit, wetting himself with her juices. Slowly, as if to cause her as little pain as possible, he slid into her, all the while his eyes begging for forgiveness. When he reached her maidenhead he stopped, gathered his courage, and thrust fully into her. She whimpered and struggled against her bonds, but the men at either side of her held her tightly to the column, immobile. She realized there was nothing for her to do but look at Andrews pleadingly as he pumped into her body, hoping it would soon be over.
Andrews hated to admit it, but being inside of Annabelle felt like heaven. She was so tight and wet, but he knew that it would still be minutes before he could erupt inside of her and end her torture. If he could only get her to climax, he knew the contractions of her inner muscles would cause him to go over the edge. With this in mind, he reached down and touched the soft pebble of flesh in between her nether lips, causing her to jump. He began to administer a series of short, quick strokes with his fingers until she moaned for mercy.
Until that point, Annabelle's sole thought had been to resist what was being done to her. As Andrews pleasured her with his hand, her thoughts changed to those of longing and fulfillment. She began to move with his thrusts, meeting and withdrawing in time to his rhythm. Soon enough, the careful stroking of his hand and thrusting of his body caused her body to tighten, tension building in her every limb. All at once, she exploded, writhing and convulsing against him. Her inner muscles contracted on him, pulling him to her womb. Andrews let out a loud groan as he felt the multitude of sensations teasing his cock. He sank deeply into her and spilled his seed with great relief.
He withdrew from her, pulled down her skirts, and ordered the men to untie her. Annabelle could hardly stand after what she had experienced. She felt dizzy and weakness consumed her body. Thomas and the other slaves gathered her up before she could fall to the ground and carried her to bed.
"Set up camp, men," Hadley ordered. He turned to Andrews, "Why so sullen? Let's hope that we stay here for a long time."
Andrews awoke the next day with an intense desire to apologize to Miss Montgomery for the previous night. He and the other officers occupied the plantation's guest rooms, while the soldiers camped on the lawn. He walked down the hall to the master bedroom, where Annabelle slept. He knocked on the door and a few moments later, he heard her call in an uneasy voice, "Who is it?"
"This is Robert Andrews, Miss Montgomery. I wanted to speak to you about last night."
"Why should I let you? After what you and your men did to me-"
"I feel despicable," he interrupted. "But you must understand—it was either me or Hadley. He would not have been as gentle. His sword would have torn you in two!" Andrews felt a glimmer of hope as the door was opened for him. He entered her bedchamber, and came face-to-face with a tearful Annabelle.
"Miss Montgomery, please do not cry. I never meant to hurt you," Andrews said forlornly. Impulsively he approached her and wrapped his arms around her. Annabelle wanted to resist him, but it felt wonderful to have strong arms supporting her. She buried her face in his chest and wept. He sat with her on the bed and stroked her hair as she continued to cry. God, she smells amazing, he thought. Andrews felt inappropriate stirrings of lust in his loins as he held her. He gave her a gentle, compassionate kiss on the forehead and she stopped crying. She looked up at him, realizing for the first time how beautifully green his eyes were. Suddenly, all of the pain and heartbreak she had suffered, by her father and brother joining the war, her mother succumbing to scarlet fever, the activities of the previous night, seemed to melt away.
