The Coat.
Chapter Three
The morning broke with a strong brilliant light that pierced through the shutters and windows. The rays of light illuminated the three naked forms on the large, canopied bed. Christopher, on his knees with Faith submissively on hers, with her head upon the sheets and partially under her hips, was thrilled by his thick engorged prick firmly inserted into Faith's wet cunny and thrusting long slow deep strokes into her. She, unused to such vigorous and frequent fucking, gasped and moaned like whore. Her sex betrayed her, spewing more juice than she ever thought possible from her depths and her cunny tightened with the sheer joy of being fucked by this merciless prick; but still, this sensory onslaught, could not quieten the growing tumult in her head. Meanwhile, Charity ignored once again and was consigned to simply administering to his prick as he pulled it out of her sister's snatch. Her senses filled with the smell of her sister's musky wet cunny, and droplets of her juices upon her cheek. Christopher looked down, smiling as he took out his prick and put it to Charity's mouth,
"Now share your breakfast with your dear sister and lose not a drop!" Christopher tormented her again. Charity ignored his barb, she was already seething with this wretched treatment, he had favoured Faith with his prick once again before sleep overtook him and ignored her, except to suckle on his prick and have him spill his seed into her open mouth, and then clean up her sister's started cunny. Now, she had to endure the spilling of his seed once again not her mouth and then kiss her sister and share the thick salty semen with her. As Christopher spilt his seed, and her mouth filled, Faith immediately got up and went to take the semen from Charity's mouth and greedily swallowed the fluid.
After the Major General left for the morning, to attend to his rag-tag garrison, Charity pulled Faith to the kitchen and talked quietly lest other ears should detect them.
"What games do you play here?" Charity accused her sister, "What manner of woman are you? Are you some plaint doxy?" The venom in her tone made Faith stammer,
"What? You said to draw him in by submitting to him! I did as you bade me!" Faith looked away,
"You give yourself like some lowly whore!" Faith looked back at her,
"I have not! Is this because he takes me to bed and not you?" Faith retorted,
"Watch your tongue!" Charity scowled, and as usual, Faith deflated,
"I have never had such feeling in me! Even my husband did not touch like him!" Faith sank to the floor,
"I know, but you must now resist him. Deny him now and keep him distant. If we are wise, we may string him along until we find some intelligence and pass it along to the Republic!" Charity sank to the floor and hugged her sister, "You must not be alone with him, now. I must be as your shadow, for your sake."
As the assembled soldiers crammed into the small room of the Guild Hall, their uniforms, a mix of silver, black and Royalist Blue made the room bright. As he surveyed the motley band of officers, Christopher knew what sins and perfidy they and their troops had perpetrated upon the city,
"Gentlemen, it is time to settle and rebuild this city. You and your men will be billeted as we fortify and put right the mismanagement of the Republic on its people. Firstly, any man found in the city walls by dusk is to be hung in the square. The 'liberty' has ended as of today. My regiment will garrison here and your brigades will camp outside the city, before being sent to fighting in the east,"
One Captain, a scarred and cruel man wearing the Royal Ble of the King's Lancers grunted,
"Sir, I protest! Your regiment should not be garrisoned here, but sent into the fray, not sit in this city and fill their fat royalist bellies. Surely, my brigade is enough to maintain order here!" His tone was insubordinate, and the Major General gave him a hard stare,
"Captain Morris, your tone offends me! I have the King's Commission here, not you! I have authority and rank, you do not!" Christopher stopped himself and cooled his tongue. He knew that the Captain had friends at court and his brigade had taken more casualties than any other in the fighting of late. His men could certainly do with a rest, "But I do hear you. As your men have fought so bravely and taken many casualties, I believe that you should have some weeks to recover. You shall billet as the garrison, with half of my men," His compromise made the other officers nod in approval and see his logical and reasonable command style.
"I thank you, Sir. I thought only of my men, you understand?" The captain capitulated and then gathered at a large wooden table to discuss the dispersal of the soldiers. After minutes of discussion, a courier was given entry,
"I bring a dispatch for the Major-General!" The dusty motorcycle despatch-rider fished out a dispatch case and handed it to the General. Christopher read it quickly,
"I am called to the King's Staff for consultation. I will leave immediately. Captain, you will garrison within the walls," He turned to another silver and black-dressed Captain, " I will take the first brigade as bodyguard. Have them ready in an hour!"
Once back at the sister's house, he called them together,
"I am called to the Kings Staff, I will be gone for a few days. My coat will remain here. You will remain indoors, servants can do any commerce, if you think it fitting. I will return soon," He looked at Faith, whose look of confusion, he took for sadness, "Sister Faith, do not fear for I am taking you with me, I have a full brigade for your protection, and I would like you to see beyond the walls of your beautiful city," The officer smiled warmly, as did Faith. He glanced over to Charity, "I will leave you here, to manage your house and affairs and I will bring your dear sister home with dispatch, I promise," He looked back to Faith, "Go and pack your carriage trunk for a week. Have it ready in an hour, I would speak to Sister Charity," Faith took to her heels and rushed off with giddy excitement for a surprise journey. Christopher looked at Charity, knowing that his billeting of the Royal Blues Captain would not be welcome,
"I have to tell you, that another officer will billet here until I return," As he spoke, Charity's face darkened,
"Another officer?" The words were bitter in her mouth,
"He will command the city garrison, half will his troops and half mine, but you will be safe, I assure you," The words rang hollow,
"And another man will sit in my house, and I will be subject to him?" The fear of having another man expecting her to bed him was now ice in the pit of her stomach,
"He is my orders, and my coat still hangs above your door. Be assured, you will be unmolested!" Christopher put his hand to her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile.
By the early evening, Faith had been packed off in The Major General's noisy staff car and then Charity waited fretfully for the arrival of the new City Garrison Commander. As the gas lamps were lit, her heavy wooden door was pounded upon and a powerfully built, scarred man entered dressed shabbily in a well-worn blue cavalryman's uniform, with gold braid at the right shoulder,
"Madam, I am billeted here as the temporary Garrison Commander!" His tone was arrogant and sharp, but his eyes caught Charity's attention. To her, they seemed to hold a sorrowfulness, something that the pragmatic sister might be able to use,
"Come in Sir, your baggage can be carried through. You will have the master bedroom, of course," She curtsied to him,
"No, Madam my requirements are simple. I only need a narrow couch; your spare room will suffice!" He bowed to her curtsy, another surprise for Charity, "I would appreciate some hot food if you have any and in payment, I have a bottle of good red wine if you would share it with me?" The idea appealed to her, she needed an ally now, as the Major General had an eye only for her more inexperienced sister. By the time dinner had been served by her faithful cook, Charity had decided to win over this man, and perhaps sow some discord between him and his superior. She had no clear plan, she could fall back on the heart-broken woman whose sister had been essentially abducted by his commander and if that didn't work, she had her feminine wiles to fall back on and they were quite prodigious!
