The Coat Chapter Three

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!

"This is most welcome sir, your wine and your company," Charity smiled warmly, as she watched the scarred man finish the lion's share of the savoury stew conjured up from the provisions supplied to the house by the Major-General,

"Company? Have you not had the Major-Geneeral in your house?" The Captain looked up,

"He did not favour me with his attention," She looked down, " And spirited my younger sister away and I am alone now, vulnerable," She looked down into her glass,

"Come now madam, you are quite beautiful as I am sure you know. As for your sister, my commander will return her soon enough," He shrugged, Charity immediately picking up on his antipathy towards his superior,

"You think so|? I fear the worst. I think I shall never see her again!" She shrugged and looked up at him with tears welling up in her eyes, The Captain reached out and took her shoulder and she looked up,

"Do not fear for her, the commander is many things but not a fiend if he has taken to your sister, he will treat her well," He stood up and embraced her,

"What of me? Am I to remain here alone here?" She allowed the tears to cascade down her cheeks,

"You will not be alone, for I am here," He looked down and she took the initiative and reached up and let her lips brush his. She had no intention to let him between her legs that night. He had revealed his dislike for his commander, and she wanted to see if he could be manipulated enough to sow dissent against him. She wanted her sister back, but also some measure of revenge for his choosing of Faith over her.

"I thank you Sir, and if I might retire?" She looked at him, her eyes lingered,

"Of course, Madam," He pulled away and she slipped from his arms and made her way to the door, but left it ajar as she slipped up the central staircase, letting his eyes follow her. With every fibre of being willing him to follow her, his eyes watched her ascend the stairs and then make for the master bedroom. The captain hesitated, then silently took each step of the stairs until he crested the top and glanced towards her room. The door was open as he saw her through the gap, illuminated by her subtle lamplight. She slipped out of her dress, revealing her naked shoulder, then her back and then her round shapely arse cheeks. Her pear-shaped arse was white as alabaster and then, looking away she turned to show him her trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair and the promise of the delicate velvet folds of her cunny.

The captain fought the desire to follow her and took the room across the gallery and flopped onto the narrow bed, his mind filled with the image of her naked body, but pulling off his uniform jacket and breeches, discarding his boots to the far corner of the room, he felt his prick hard and unwilling to quieten,

"You had best go back to sleep old lad, "He murmured to his prick, which seemed to twitch in reply and then eventually he closed his eyes for sleep.

The next few days, with military matters to occupy his mind, he busied himself with the minutia of running a city garrison, his time was filled with lists of provisions, depositions from storekeepers, guild members, minor councilmen and eventually his own lieutenants with requests for rations. At the end of each day, he returned to Charity, who had her cook provide a tasty meal from the rations distributed by the occupying forces. Each night they talked and when she retired, she allowed him a glimpse of the heaven that could await him. One particular evening, a dispatch rider roared up on a particularly rickety motorcycle with news that the Major-General would remain with the Kings' Staff for another week. To Charity, with her dark hair pinned up seductively and her bosom, squeezed into a tight bodice this was a worry but also an opportunity,

"Captain, where is my sister? The Major-General promised her swift return, now she is to be away for more days! Is she safe or has that bastard of a man consigned her to whoredom at the royal court. Is she to be fucked at the Kings' command now?" Her tone was perfectly pitched and with tears in her eyes,

"Calm yourself, Sister Charity, I know the court and King are libertines, but I am sure your sister is safe. I will send a dispatch to hasten word to settle your fears," With that he took up the dispatch pencil and scribbled a dispatch for the rider to convey to the Major General. After the message was sent, and they retired to their respective rooms; the captain found himself in the throes of his nightly torment. His prick, painfully stiff refused to soften and he took hold of his eredent flesh and began to stroke it. With eyes tightly closed, imagining Charity's firm buttocks before him, he felt a faint draught and then opened his eyes to see the stunning nakedness of Charity in his doorway,

"Sir, I must thank you for your consideration in the matter of my sister and I want to show you my gratitude," With those words, she walked to his bed, crawled onto him, took his erect prick from his hand and began to lick and kiss his glistening head,

"Oh Charity, you make me so stiff. All these nights I have watched you, and now..." he confessed.

With no other words, Charity took the engorged prick in her mouth and lowered herself onto it. The Major-General's prick had been big but the captain was much more of a mouthful, but she was determined to impress him with her skills, and so she began to throat him with loud gagging. He craned his neck to watch her choke on this prick and then allowed his hand to hold the back of her head and hold her down as he flexed his hips to push himself deeper into her dribbling mouth,

"Take my prick into your stomach, my beautiful...." He moaned, and she swallowed his length as far as she could.

As he ruined her throat, his hands pulled her hips to make her straddle him and place her on top of him, "Now Madam, let us discover your taste!" Pulled her hips down, he crushed her damp folds onto his lips and snaked a wicked tongue into her quivering cunny hole. Charity, shocked at this lewdness, pulled her mouth from his prick and groaned,

"Oh Sir, plumb my depth, I beg you!" She begged, wanting his tongue and then his thickened prick,

Pulling her closer, his tongue found her swollen nub, which he licked and sucked causing her to shake violently and moan loudly. With his acute attention on such sensitive flesh, Charity couldn't attend to his prick but he didn't care. Her folds split apart and with some wriggling had managed to slip one fat finger into her sex, causing a wet squelch and a loud moan. With his tongue and now his finger, Charity couldn't withhold the spiralling arousal and before she could warn him of the fountain of her juices, she soaked his face with her wetness,

"Are you to drown me, Madam!" He spluttered as he laughed, enjoying the helplessness of her

"Oh Sir, I am so sorry! Forgive me!" She apologised but thankful that he was laughing as her cunny dribbled the last of her juices, as he flipped her over and set upon her hands and knees,

"You will be drenched with my juice now, my sultry wench!" His entry into her was easy, lubricated by her cunny and filled her up, much to her astonishment,

"Oh Sir, you feel me up! There is no more of me!" Charity collapsed her head upon the sheets and moaned loudly, "Please Sir, be gentle with me!" She had always enjoyed sex, and this man was larger than she could remember, but it never hurt to inflate the man's ego, when he fucked her.

The Captain, smiled at her plea for he too knew the value of words in the bedroom, and although he had heard other whores moan at his engorged size. Now with the excited woman beneath him, his prick buried deep inside her and his thrusting at a furious pace made her squeal pleasingly and his climax came on all too quickly. He pulled himself from her with a wet smacking of her folds,

"Suckle my prick, Madam!" He ordered, with ragged breath, struggling to hold himself in check,

"My Captain!" She obediently scrambled to her knees, facing him and sucked at his stiff prick and within moments, he held her head as she emptied himself into her mouth. As she coughed and choked on his seed, long pearl strings fell from her open mouth onto her breasts as she attempted to swallow his salty gift,

"That's it, Madam, swallow my seed and I shall be your servant in all things,"

End of Chapter Three.