by Dave Dorc
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Captain Abi Waterman, slowly and stealthily slid through the thick forest undergrowth. In the hot humid night air her nervous sweat clung to her trim young form and soaked her cotton vest and her calf length pantaloons. She hoped that the three girls under her command would not pick up on her anxiety.
What a first mission to take out a Limey gun platform that commanded the entrance to the delta. Once it was rendered silent, the waiting boats could slip in and rescue the six hundred or so women of the Continental army before they could be crushed by a Redcoat force.
Twigs snapped under a British boot. Abi froze. Ahead silhouetted against the twin moons stood a sentry. In the bright moonlight Abi could clearly make out the dark red heavy woollen short tailed coat, the black Shako helmet; the white “pipe clayed” cross belts; the gray knee length breeches; black woollen stockings and highly polished black boots.
“Do her just as we planned Miss, she‘ll not know what hit her” a hoarse voice whispered encouragement in her ear.
Abi turned to face Sergeant Mellor, a muscular women in her early thirties. The woman continued “She’s just Karla’s size…” Then with a wicked grin “Doing the Limey a favour really getting the ***** out of those heavy hot clothes and into this nice cool forest where all she has to do is “hug” a tree” Seeing Abi hesitate Mellor added “would you like me or one of the girls to take her down Miss”
Swallowing hard Abi shock her head. Her blonde locks flicking over her damp shoulders “No sergeant just get the girls ready to strip the ***** and tie her up to a tree…well gagged of course and sergeant…”
“Yes miss”
“Make sure she’s hidden so that she’ll never be found…don’t want the poor dear embarrassed by being seen out of uniform do we” Abi grinned
Mellor smiled, her tobacco stained broken teeth showing up in the moonlight.
“Just wait a couple of seconds Miss… clouds coming up...the darker the better for this work”
As the clouds covered the moons Abi slid up behind the sentry. Swiftly her hand clamped over the woman’s mouth and noise and pulled the head back and to one side. A swift downward blow landed with all Abi’s might on the soft tissue just below the exposed ear.
“Hmmmmphhh”
Catching the woman under her arms Abi dragged the knocked out guard back into the undergrowth.
The girls took soldier and laid her out on a ground sheet after gently placing the musket on the forest floor. Abi helped strip the girl. The polished boots slid slowly off with soft plops, the garters were unfastened and the stockings removed, the gray breeches and the white knickers. The belts ammo bag, water bottle, bayonet then and cross belts, the Shako and the Redcoat soon lay on the canvas sheet, leaving the guard in just her chemise.
Flipping the blonde on to her ample chest, Paula folded the doomed guards arms behind her back and tied the wrists to the opposite elbow, then bound the forearms together.
Karla had stripped of her uniform and underwear, donned the Brit’s stockings and garters.
The guard started to come too. Paula straddled her and clamped her hand over the squirming woman’s mouth. The soldiers legs flailed and pounded the floor, until Mellor grabbed the ankles and raised them up on to her shoulders, bending the girl almost double.
Mellor gazed down and with a grin softly said “See your not a natural blonde *****, but don’t worry no body but us will ever find out”
Paula tired of hand gagging the girl grabbed the bayonet and ordered her on pain of death to shut up and open her mouth.
Karla, who was by now wearing the guards white knickers knelt beside her and shoved her own panties into the open mouth, till no more would fit. A leather strap ensure that the gag could not be “tongued” out. The sobbing woman was march further into the forest.
A strong beach sapling was her final destination. She was made to kneel so that the sturdy tree was between her breasts. Rope was tided around those very breasts, then around the tree. Her middle was similarly fastened to the trunk then her shapely thighs and finally her bound arms were tided to her ankles.
Immobilised, the soldier wriggled ineffectually and sob and the girls covered her with branches cut from bushes.
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Abe, Mellor and Paula made their way back to the edge of the path, where Karla resplendent in her Redcoats uniform stood as if on guard.
Ten minutes passed when Karla steeped back to them “Two Limeys coming up the path I thinks one a officer and the other is a Sergeant”
The three waited in the shadows Mellor and Paula would take care of the NCO while Abe would “persuade” the officer to assist them.
“Private Ruffin” The Officer called Karla took no notice “Ruffin” the two women walked up to Karla
“What the, your not Ruff….Opppppmmmmhhhh” the officer exclaimed as Karla rammed her knee up hard into the her crotch. The air knocked out of her the girl bet over in agony.
Paula leaped on the Sergeant grabbing her lapels and yanking down her redcoat trapping her arms. Mellor had already clamped her hand over the NCO’s mouth to stifle any cry for help. With the other she caught the musket to stop it clattering to the floor. They spun the woman around and wrestled her down on to her front.
Mellor grabbed the nap of her neck and rammed the woman’s pretty face down into a sand dune. The Sergeant legs flapped, her skirt rode up and her highly polished boots scuffed the sand as she fought desperately for air. But with Mellor now on her back and the Paula grabbing the ankles, so the woman could make no noise, the outcome was already decided.
Abe steeped over the wriggling NCO and placed the point of a knife to the officers throat.
“Keep quiet and listen Limey” Abe hissed hoping the wide eyed woman would be scared enough so Abe would not have to kill her to keep her from raising the alarm
“Your finish…your sergeant is being smothered into unconsciousness…which is the worst…the very worst way to be knocked out, but unless you cooperate my girls will do you in the same way and then we will leave you both for the carrion birds. Cooperate and the both of you and the women in the redoubt get to live a good while longer understand?”
The rather tubby officer silently nodded. Her beautiful green eyes wide with terror.
Abe nodded and Paula and Mellor released their hold and dragged the gasping NCO into the undergrowth. Abe clamped a hand over the officers mouth and prodding her in the butt with the knife forced her to follow.
Once back by the ground sheet Abe ordered the officer to strip the sergeant down to her chemise. While the officer sullenly obeyed Abe interrogated her. There were thirty women in the redoubt, twenty to crew the two eighteen pounder cannons and the furnace for the heated shot. The other ten were to provide security, Abe chuckled at that phrase. There had been four sentries posted and they were expecting a Major to come to inspect the guns tomorrow.
The officer added that her name was Claire and all she wanted was to go home. “No chance” Abe thought “your for a nice big tree my dear.”
The tearful Sergeant was forced, at the point of Karla’s bayonet to open her mouth. Abe stripped of her sweaty underwear and handing the pantaloons to the officer told her to stuff the NCO’s mouth and secure them in place with a leather strap.
Claire begged to woman’s forgiveness as she thumbed the cotton garment home. All she got from the victim was and increasingly faint “hhhhmmmmpppp sob….sob…nnooooooo..sob”
The Claire was forced to crotch bind the woman then tie her wrists to her ankles. To ensure complete silence while the girls were away Mellor knocked the bound gagged and humiliated woman out with a swift blow.
“Right Bint” Abe now dressing in the discarded stockings and garters you and I will lure the remaining three here. Once dressed as the NCO Abe frog matched the office back onto the path with several sharp pricks in her ass from Abe’s knife.
The three sentries were all stood around a brazier at the main entrance. Claire, after Abe whispered some blood curdling threats, called all three to follow. They retraced their steeps back to the edge of the forest were Karla stood.
Abe stood behind Claire, knife pressed to the woman’s back as Claire said what she had been told to say. The sentries were very puzzled but obeyed.
They grounded their muskets and hitched up their skirts and lowered their pantaloons.
“Now get the Limey sluts” Abe ordered
There were yelps of surprise as a naked Mellor and Paula launched themselves on two of the soldiers while Karla felled the third with a swift blow from the butt of her musket.
The two soldiers fought back, but hampered as they where with their underwear around their ankles, it was a very one sided battle, they did not even have time to think to yell for help, till the forest resounded to the pleasant sound of British soldiers having their lights punched out.
The three were dragged back into the clearing, were the Sergeant now conscious again lay struggling.
Mellor, Paula and Karla slid the highly polished boots of their knocked out foes and swiftly stripped the sleeping soldiers to their chemise’s. They crotch roped them and tied their ankles. Then Paula selected a set of underwear and a uniform and slid into the warm garments.
Abe grinned a the officer. “Thank you madam, we could not have do that with out you. Now its time for you to strip and join your girls”
Bighting back the tears the woman divested her self of her uniform and equipment. She hopped around trying to kick her boots off, till Mellor grabbed her arm to steady her. Out of years of politeness the Brit even thanked Mellor for her help. Finally she untied her garters and rolled down her stockings, -silk rather than the other ranks woollen ones.
Mellor smiled at the woman as she tightly crotch bound her. “That why I like fighting the British rather than the Indians” She grinned at her trembling victim “You are all so polite. Hold this rope end for me will you, and hold it tight..”
All the Limeys were now revived and forced to gag each other.
“Into the woods ladies and keep your hands high” Abe snarled
The very worried and humiliated five had to “bunny hop” into the darkness.
They tied two back to back around one old oak. Whipping rope around their middles and tying each girls wrists to her comrades crotch bindings, to discourage movement. Their elbows were bound and the ends thrown over the lowest sturdy bows and tide off.
The Sergeant and the remaining guard where tied sitting with backs to their own trees. But the two trees were close enough for Mellor and Paula to tie the NCO’s trim ankles to the sentries shapely thighs and vice versa.
Abe pushed the office to a low tree, forcing the weeping woman back against the trunk and a low bow, almost bending her double. Taking her wrists Abe fastened these to the bow and tied the officers midriff to the tree with several coils of rope. Claire hung there her ample breasts nearly dropping out of the top of her chemise.
She reminded Abe of a ships figure head. Quite an interesting sight Abe thought. That was until the squirming officer turned and looked at Abe. The look of hopelessness, despair like a puppy dog hit for no reason.
Abe had to turn her back on the poor woman and leave her final concealment to Mellor who passed her dragging half a bush.
“War” Abe thought “its just hell”
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Abe dressed in the NCOs’ underwear, woollen stockings and thick uniform. In the humid heat, she marvelled that the Redcoats could even stand still much less fight like mad women.
“Attention” Abe jumped
Mellor stood behind her. She was now fully clothed in the officers outfit.
“Sergeant…you have a lot to learn about being alert” Mellor chucked “I could have been a nasty Rebel who was going to knock you out take your clothes; gag you with her underwear and leave you sobbing and humiliated; tied to a tree to await collection…they are really terrible those rebels”
Abe smiled as she finished dressing “What’s your order Madam?”
“Well” Mellor, playing her part “One Sergeant you stand to attention when you address me and two…”
Mellor never got to two as Karla whistled an alarm. Abe and Mellor ran to her.
“Look at the headland where the road comes round…torches…at least five.”
Abe peered into the blackness. Then she saw them…moving too fast for infantry or wagons… must be cavalry or dragoons.
She heard Mellor swear “F**k that’s all we need on our backs F**king dragoons lets get out of here”
Abe turned and gently chidden her “for an officer you don’t plan very well Madam” Abe was grinning but in side her heart pounded fit to burst.
She continued, “They don’t know we are here, we have taken out all the guards on the perimeter so no one in the redoubt knows their coming. To me it seems like we have all the aces. It’ll take the Brits half and hour to get here, even at the canter. But ladies they are not going to get anywhere close, because we are going meet and greet them” She chucked
“Lets move girls…at the double and by the way I don’t want any injuries done…to the horses that is”
Grabbing their weapons and two set of old fishing nets the four set of at the jog along the deer tracks.
The narrow dirty road clung to the shoreline. Too narrow for anything other than a cart or two horses abreast.
Abe selected the ambush point with skill. The road curled through a wooded ravine that would mask any noise from reaching the redoubt. They moved just passed the raven to a place were the road had on one side tall rolling sand dunes and on the other a wooded ridge were a person may actually jump down on a horse rider.
The four of them dragged an small fallen tree across the road and set up burning torches.
Mellor and Abe stood guard at the barricade, while the other two slid into the gloom and climbed up sides on the ridge and set out their nets in readiness.
Paula then ran and hammered in a stake on the far side of the dunes attached a thick rope to it and ran the rope over the road and up to a tree. The rope was left slack and in the darkness the Brits would not see it, so once it was pulled tight a woman on horse back would be trapped between the road block and the rope.
In the cool breeze the sweating women relaxed.
They did not have long to wait. The pounding of hooves reverberated in the hot still air. Around the corner can twelve horsewomen…Dragoons. Their uniforms and gold braded illuminated by the torches. Their long tailed redcoats, the thick black woollen tights; the thigh high polished leather boots all topped with a heavy leather helmet made them very poor infantry, but their traditional viciousness made them a very respected foe.
One a major riding a little way ahead, a young Cornet rode on a lame horse at the rear.
Abe leaned over to Mellor “Looks like were going to fine out if the do in fact wear pantaloons under their tights, or if in fact Dragoons actually go Dragoon”
Mellor smiled… she knew the old rumour that the mounted infantry never wore underwear.
The riders reigned in their mounts on seeing the road block. However, they were reassured by the sight of an officer sitting nonchalantly smoking a pipe and an NCO standing at ease.
The major spurred her horse on and for a moment Abe thought the woman would try to jump the tree. However, is a scattering of sand and pebbles she pulled her mount to a hall a yard from Mellor, who never seemed to bat a eye lid at the show of bravado. The others dismounted.
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“Well friend what’s the form?” The blonde looked down on Mellor.
“Intelligence says that there is a rebel group round here”
“Military Intelligence when did they get anything right?” the Major laughed bending forward to look at a piece of paper Mellor was holding up for her.
“I don’t know but they must get something right you limey *****” Mellor moved at lighting speed.
Her left hand gripped the young officer’s throat in a vice like grip, pulling her forward and almost out of the saddle. With her right she thrust the barrel of a small pistol up into the crotch of the tights and indeed into a place a woman would not like anything thrust without her permission.
The officer yelp of pain and terror awoke the rather comatose women. Too late. Two nets dropped from the nights sky each wrapped up four girls. They fell to the floor screaming the long shapely legs in the black thigh boots kicked and flayed. Their struggles only made the nets tighten around them more. Two jumped on their mounts and raced away…straight into the raised rope. The rope caught them across the chests and thus they left the horses a dammed sight faster than they mounted. Landing on their backs…luckily for them on the sand dunes.
Karla dropped on them as the dazed women tried to get up. She brought the butt of her musket down hard on each helmeted head in turn, driving the girls to their knees and ramming the helmets down over their eyes. Both tried to get their head gear off, but Karla was having none of it another couple of musket butt and helmet interface situations occurred and two Dragoons decided to take a nap.
Paula was administering the same “sleeping draft” to the helpless netted girls, in a slow methodical way. Until the final two seeing they could not resist and the painful fate of their companions sobbed and begged for mercy.
“Please…please we surrender…don’t knock us out...we will cooperate…please…sob…”
Grinning Paula pressed her bayonet into one of the girls’ stomachs “Lay still both of you our I’ll gut you like the rotten fish you are”
Mellor was enjoying herself punching out the officer.
The young Cornet seeing the rope tried to run up the side of the sand stone ridge. However, in her uniform and boots Abe soon caught her. The girl had almost reached the crest as Abe’s hands grabbed her ankles. The girl’s fingers snatched and clawed at the sandy ridge as Abe pulled the prostrate young lady back down to join the party.
“No…please…let me go…I’m only eighteen…please No…It’s only my first patrol…Help…mummy...help me...mummy”
“Oh shut up bint…your finish just like your friends…and darling your first patrol is going to be your last”
They made the Cornet and the two remaining soldiers quickly strip. They did so getting the boots off, then their uniform red coats, their helmets, and finally their black tights. Until all they wore was a thin shift, cut very short on the upper thighs. Then the had to strip their knocked-out comrades.
Finally to complete the first stage of their humiliation they had to gag each other with their comrade’s tights. Then crotch bind themselves and then repeat the procedure on the unconscious and stripped girls. Finally all the naked women were bound hand and foot and unceremoniously dumped face down over thee naked women over the backs of the horses, together with the cast off uniforms
The little convoy did not have far to go. Perhaps the three still conscious thought that was lucky as the travelling was painful on the stomachs and Mellor could not resist giving their pert bottoms a hard slap now and then. They rapidly changed their minds when they saw what fate awaited them.
A short way from the road the coast gave way to a small mangrove swamp.
“Bit close to the road though” Abe said “What do you think Mellor we use the masks?”
“Best had Miss” Mellor grinned wickedly.
The masks were made from two thin layers of cotton squares. Long tapes ran from each corner.
The rebels started with the whimpering Cornet. The bottom edge of the mask went under the chin the top up to the bridge of the nose. The tapes were tied behind the head, at the nape of the neck and the crown of the head. The cotton was loose, not unlike a horses feeding bag. It made the victims breathing more difficult, but not impossible. However, the layers of cotton totally absorbed any sound that could escape a mouth that was tastily stuffed with underwear.
The three girls eyes rolled as the were lifted up into the mangrove trees and laid face down on the top bows. Breasts and thighs straddling the rough moss covered wood. They were lashed there, as were the sleeping comrades.
Paula and Karla collected armfuls of the hanging moss and covered the sobbing, scared, sweating, squirming soldiery. The other Dragoons started to come to, but finding themselves gagged with underwear, masked, bound to trees and hidden from view probably wished they had not.
Abe stripped and slid into the Majors tights, boots and uniform. Karla uniform of choice was that of the young Cornet.
“They are very close to the road” Paula said looking up to the tree.
“Can you see them” Mellor snapped “No… well you know where to look a Brit passing by would not even bother to glace over there. The *****es can’t call out for help and they are so uncomfortable up there what with the insects and all, they cannot help but be struggling like mad right now. Therefore in a couple of hours they will be so exhausted they would be able to move and make a noise even if someone sits under the tree they won’t get rescued. We are safe and they are finish. Lets move”
Abe nodded “Its been a pleasant little exercise but we have some twenty-five redcoats that need silencing. Come on girls greater adventures are ahead”
Although as she rode away Abe did look back and sadly shake her head “War what is it good for?”
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Amanda Carr stood in front of the redoubt trying to cool herself with a white lace fan. She had “acquired” it from a Spanish captain a couple of years ago. She grinned to her self as she remembered that she had also “acquired” the woman uniform and underwear and had left the girl bound and gagged in the hold of a her own leaking slave ship.
Her “empire” styled silk shift was cool and lightweight, but in the heat the garment that sat on her well toned shoulders it might as well have been thick worsted.
The horizon was lit with flashes, a dull rumbling floated on the stagnate air. Not a thunderstorm to break the humidity, but a barrage of heavy artillery as the British prepared for the final assault.
“Hey ni**er, where are you going?” A drunken redcoat’s voice cut the still air.
Amanda turned as her maid and companion Josephine strolled out to stand by her. The woman was shaking with fury.
“I am going to take that blondes pipe and ram it up her tight British As*”
Amanda reached out, with her soft hand clasped the Mulatto’s left hand, and gazed lovingly up at Josephine. They had saved each others lives more time than either would care to remember.
“Its this heat darling” she cooed “just be easy, every ones on edge”
“Do you think they’ll come ?”
Amanda nodded “Our rebellious colonists would be stupid not to try…and what ever they are they are not stupid” she yawned “Oh I am so tried”
Josephine face broke in to a broad grin “Well if your not going to sleep...perhaps we could..”
Amanda giggled “Not tonight Josephine, when this is all over and were are back in New York with my story being pounded out by the printing presses, you can tie me to the bed and have your wicked way with me, but until then…”
Josephine sighed “Well I guess I better get you some Floris Somnus Racem”
“What?”
“Floris Somnus Racem” Josephine repeated with a superior grin on her face “ The berries of the sleep flower. My dear Amanda did they not teach you anything Sherborne college. The flowers fragrance can aid sleep, the juice of the berries if ingested or rubbed on delicate flesh can render a person unconscious in moments. Surgeons won’t use it however, as they say it detracts from their professional skill, the butchers that they are. Its really just because we Africans discovered it first.” She snorted
“Here take these gloves and follow me there is a whole group of bushes in the woods over there.”
Abe motioned Mellor and the girls to be quite. Not an easy thing to impress upon her little group as they were so elated by their easy victory.
“Two women have just come out of the redoubt and are coming our way. Their clothes will give Paula and Mellor a good disguise. Karla can use the officer of the guards clothing, I’ll keep the Majors outfit and we will all walk innocently in to the redoubt, then the “fun” can begin.
The four melted back into the shadows as Amanda and Josephine walked on.
“Hands up and strip you British Slap*ers” Abe commanded steeping out and ramming her pistol into Amanda’s back
“My dear girl” the young woman replied casually looking over her shoulder at Abe, as if she had just been asked for a dance “How can a girl possibly strip with her hands up?”
With that, she spun around, her left arm knocked the pistol to one side, her right hand chopped downward on to Abe’s wrist and with a yelp of pain, she dropped the gun.
A knee slammed into the crotch of Abe’s black tights. She gasped and crumpled to the sand ground.
As Amanda’s foot clamped down on her throat, Abe found herself gazing up at a smooth alabaster thigh and could plainly see that the Britisher was not a natural blond. Despite her situation Abe found the sight of the woman’s nether regions rather stimulating. She was even more impressed, but in a much different way by the sight a small pistol that the girl drew from a holster on her right thigh and aimed at her head.
Abe lay still, after all Mellor and the girls would soon sort the maid out and then rescue her. Indeed Mellor came flying over to where she lay. Unfortunately, she literally came flying over. She landed with a thump on the ground and lay still. The other two followed in quick succession.
Amanda smiled down at Abe “Well Josephine looks like the yanks are coming”
Taking her foot off Abe’s throat Amanda pocketed her pistol and standing to one side offered her hand to the American and helped the captain to her feet.
Amanda explained that she was the accredited reported to the New York Herald and the Times of London. As such she was merely an impartial observer, but….”
For ten minutes, Abe listened in amazement to the young woman. “Did the most of the British public want peace? Like she said. Had generals and admirals refused to fight those they thought of as kith and kin? Could this rather arrogant woman really influence public opinion and end the war?” Abe’s mind whirled.
“So” Amanda concluded, “If you agree to allow me to release the women you have tied up, after a decent period of time…lets say five days…by which time most of them will too distressed and overwrought to be of any military use for a long time. I’ll agree to write you up as a later day Robin Hood, a chivalrous, ingenious foe. That and the escape of your little army from under the guns of the generals will help your cause no end. It will off course make me rather famous as well”
Almost before she knew it, Abe had agreed and even accepted Amanda’s help
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Mellor and the girls dusted themselves down and kept well away from Josephine as they picked the sleep berries. They then packed them into cloth bags. Josephine explained the three ways they could use this powerful but silent agent to effect.
“One clamp it over a girls mouth and nose and the berries are crushed as she wriggles, the vapours knock her out,
Method two if her mouth is open ram the bag into it, not only will it act to muffle her cries but as she chews down, the juice is released and flows into her system. The berries taste foul by the way.
Method three, very nasty but very effective. If you can get her legs apart then shove the bag up and into her c**t. The force must be enough to break the berries and release the juice which entries her bloodstream and wallop, down she goes. But you must hand gag her or stuff her mouth somehow, because the juice will sting and she’ll be yelling blue murder.”
“Should we try it out one someone?” Karla suggested.
Amanda smiled “Its only a suggestion, but usually some girls from the local tavern drop by to, how can I put this, ease the soldiers tensions‘…yes that’s the phrase ease their tensions. The tavern has a standing pass for the girls and obviously the soldiery are to interested in the forth coming pleasure to check the passes very carefully”
Five minutes later the little group was waiting in the bushes. They heard laughter and soft rather ragged footfalls as four young blonds staggered up the road.
“Poor girls” Whispered Paula “They look tired and emotional”
“Yeah, tired and emotional as newts” chuckled Karla “Best we help them get some beauty sleep”
“The whor*s could do with it” Mellor mumbled
As the four staggered up past the wood, gin bottles in hand, Abe in her Majors disguise steeped out.
“Evening ladies like to do a bit of trade?”
“Well look her girls” One of them giggled staggering forward and slipping an arm around Abe’s shoulders “This here officer would like to “do a bit of trade” do we think were are up for a bit of trade girls eh?”
“I need something special,” Abe said trying to slid out of the girl’s drunken embrace “Will you all take your clothes off. I have gold” She hefted a small bag of coins out of her pocket and jingled them enticingly. She steeped back into the wood and the girls followed, like rats to her pied piper.
“Sorry about this ladies…get them!” Abe snapped.
“Here what the…get off me…help…hummmpphh, Aghhhh that burns, helpp hmmmp occhh , No please get off.”
Karla had grabbed the first girl and was trying Josephine’s method two, one hand forced the bag into the Wh*res mouth, with her other she held the kicking girls arms to her side and was pulling her down to the ground.
Paula jumped the last girl in the line knocking her over and as her petticoats’ flew up they could all see that she went “dragoon”. Paula shoved the bag in, but forgot to silence her victim who yelled and fought, until a big black fist dropped out of the darkness and slammed down on the crown of the mop-capped head and dazed her.
Mellor had clamped the bags over the remaining two girl’s mouths and noses and was holding them there in a vicelike grip. The two snatch ineffectually at the cloths their eyes rolling as the pungent vapours did their work.
The sl**s feet scuffed the ground as all four were force down on their backs. Not an uncommon occurrence for them, after all that was how they made a good living, by being on their backs.
The trashing of the legs slowed a few more jerks an odd convulsion or two, whimpers then silence.
As Americans stripped naked Mellor gazed at Abe. “You know captain in a couple of hours you’ve dropped a rank or two to sergeant, got promoted to a Major and now you forsake it all to become a “loose” woman” the girls laughed softly and started to strip the sl*ts.
The “ladies” were rapidly relieved of ankle boots, with worn through soles; grey woollen stockings, much darned; dirty greasy stays; two layers of thin petticoats; cotton shifts and finally their mop caps.
The Soldiers donned their disguises’ and dragged the girls further into the wood. They found a fallen tree and Mellor suggested that they should use the fallen tree to secure the “fallen” women.
They bound the girls’ breasts and upper arms. Then draped them kneeling against the tree. Using the breast and arm bindings they secured the girls in place. Elbow were tied together as were wrists and these hung over the tree with hands on the ground. Knees were tied and the rope passed under the trunk and fastened to the elbow and wrist ropes. The trollops were gagged with the soldier’s pantaloons and the Majors tights. Since they had several pairs of Dragoons tights Paula sheathed the poor girl’s heads with them.
Satisfied the doxies were remain secured and silent, however much they struggled. Abe led her girls to the redoubts entrance after first splashing each other with the cheap gin for authenticity.
An earth bank hand been thrown up and topped by a palisade. However, the entrance was not gated, instead just inside the redoubt was a further earth bank, topped by two “swivels”, small murderous cannon on tripod mounts. Against each two redcoats sat talking, and smoking.
Since they knew there was a guard picket outside that would have checked the girls they were not alarmed at all, as what they thought were women of ill repute, sexily sauntered up to the bank and beckoned them to “Come on down and have a drink”
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Three Redcoats came scampering down the bank and soon were being held in passionate embraces by Mellor, Abe and Paula. The fourth redcoat stood on the rampart and gazed down.
Karla cooed to her to come down. The Woman shook her head and made to turn away.
“Oh don’t be like that honey” Karla purred “If your short of cash, it’s alright don‘t worry. For a young thing like you, I won’t charge a bean… Oh come on down and party…please”
Karla lifted her stolen skirts up to her waist and bent forward to retie a garter. This gave the hesitating soldier a perfect view of Karla’s smooth alabaster thighs and her ample bosoms, that swayed invitingly in her Tavern gal’s outfit. The Limey licked her lips and hurried down to kiss Karla on the…hand!
The American looked at the fresh faced young woman, then linked her arms around the redcoat and whispered, “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” The girl nodded, scarred that her companions would overhear. “Come on darling there’s a nice little pile of hay just behind those carts over there, relax your in good hands”
Adding, with a big wink “You are going to have an experience you’ll never forget”
She led the blond off into the darkness, her hand resting on the giggling girls pert As*.
Meanwhile Abe, Mellor and Paula had been manoeuvring the remaining redcoats, the soldiers were very distracted and excited by the girls petting and kissing them. So there was no fuss as the girls reached downward and undid the breeches buttons.
Far from resisting, the women actually helped pull their own breeches and short-legged pantaloons downward, until they were rapped around the ankles of their brightly polished boots. The girls eased the soldiers to the floor and “assisted” them by unbuttoning and pushing down the thick uniform jackets from the shoulders, until not only did the Redcoats brea*ts pooped into view but their upper arms were rather uncomfortably restrained by the jackets.
Abe pushed her Redcoat hard down on the ground, she worked up the well-toned body giving little “butterfly” kisses on the exposed flesh, until she sat on the girl’s abdomen, her knees on the forearms and her feet between the upper thighs, of still unsuspecting victim.
“Part your legs for me dearie” Abe whispered coquettishly -she looked Mellor and Paula had their women at their mercy too.
“Now lets get you nice and moist and then would you like something special? How about our only little method three… would you like that honey”
The woman was all relaxed, eyes half closed biting her lower lip and almost purring with pleasure
“Yes…yes…you trollop I want it all…yes… I want it all done to me tonight, give it to me…now!”
All of a sudden, a yell came from behind the haystack
“Ahhhh…Noo…..Hummmpphhh”
One of the Redcoats laughed, “Sounds as if Rebecca’s having a fit”
“Yeah” another on chucked “A tight one I bet…..Agggghhhhh”
Mellor had struck, forcing a bag of “sleep berries” into the open mouth of the now futility squirming gagging soldier.
Paula was sat on her girl’s chest and while the doomed Redcoats feet beat a furious rhythm on the earth, she kept a bag of berries clamped over the nose with her petticoats. This stifled the cries of terror.
The girl under Abe tried to get up, look of surprise and horror on her beautiful face.
Abe clamped a hand over the Redcoats mouth “Well you limey bint you wanted it all done to you and here it comes”
Abe thrust her bag in and shoved it home up to her knuckles. Her girls eyes, not surprisingly bulged out of her head. “Agghhhh….Mmmuuppphh”
With both hands now free, Abe hand gagged her young lady and using her weight held the soldier down as she bucked and twisted. “Lucky for me that my mother taught me how to break-in horses” she though as she rode the poor woman.
The luckless, limeys, long, luscious, limbs lashed about, but within thirty seconds Abe’s “mount” could only manage a few fleeting flicks with her legs. A muffled sob and she was out of it.
Mellor finished her girl with a swift right hook. Paula was already standing up dusting down her dress.
The dragged the three back to the haystack to strip them. “Well” Whispered Mellor “You can never have enough Redcoats can you”
The found Karla bent over the sleeping form of her soldier. She was gently, lovingly stroking the girl’s semi-naked body. “Such a pretty sweet innocent thing…such a shame we have to fight them…Oh well” Bending over she pulled the soft leather boots off of the Redcoat, with little plop the girls stockinged feet dropped on the hay.
Further muffled sounds followed as the redcoats were stripped; crotch roped and gagged with each other’s panties. They were then unceremoniously dumped into a wagon and covered with a canvas sheet, to hide them from any inquisitive gaze.
Paula counted “Thirty if that Limey officer was to be believed, so with her and guards tree hugging, that left twenty-five, with those four s*uts in the wagon that makes…”
“Twenty-one... Well counted my dear young rebel” Amanda with Josephine at her side seemed to materialise out of the darkness.
“But actually Lieutenant Claire Cornwallis miss informed you there is a Captain and four more soldiers from the security detail still at large. There was a corporal too, but Josephine had a personal gripe with her and well, some times s*** just happens…” Her plumb voice tailed off
Josephine place a complete redcoat uniform with corporals strips, underwear and boots on the pile. She stepped out of sight for a second returning dragging an unconscious girl face down by her long legs. The corporal was trusted up like a chicken, except no chicken had ever been breast bound and crotch roped.
As the sleeping woman was dumped with her comrades and they were tied together, Paula looked at Amanda “Excuse me miss but this c**t would appear to have a clay pipe sticking out of her a**”
Amanda smiled “Yes it was all I could do to stop Jo. from thrusting the bole end in and that filled with tobacco and lighted too…Occch” she grimmest in mock horror.
Of Rebels Gags and Trees, part five Sweet Dreams for Redcoats pt2