Posted by Wilkinson Sword on June 21, 2004 at 21:01:40:
It was the fourth year of the bloodiest conflict in our nation’s history; The War of the Rebellion...The War Between the States …The Civil War. Both the North and the South had long since grown weary of the carnage and bloodshed that the Union commanders thought would only last six months at best. Whether through the ineptness of the Northern commanders or simply Southern tenacity, the war was dragging on. But by early 1865 the tide had changed and the North, through superiority in manpower and logistics, was "winning". The South was finally succumbing to the inevitability of defeat.
In a final thrust to finish off the Confederacy and slice the South in two, General Grant authorized General Sherman to begin an expedition into the deep South to demoralize, disable and destroy Rebel resistance; the March to the Sea.
Sherman's army was primarily made up of veterans from many of the most bloody campaigns. Some of these soldiers had seen death many times; soldiers who were away from home too long. War changes a person and these soldiers were no exception. Seeing their many comrades die at the hands of the Southern foe only served to intensify their hatred for the South.
As Sherman's army traveled through Georgia it cut a swath of death and wanton destruction wherever it went. While most of the army was under proper military leadership, some elements turned to more ruthless measures to destroy the South. These renegades spread terror wherever they went...using methods beyond the rules of warfare...beyond decency.
This is the story of four women who fought back, some of whom ultimately paid with their lives, but not without delivering their own measure of retribution.
Smoke was everywhere, and so was sheer pandemonium. The once quaint hamlet of Marysburg was erupting in exploding devastation for nearly an hour. The full wrath of Sherman's artillery was felt everywhere. Wagons, people, soldiers in gray uniforms yelling orders, running in all directions.
The two young stretcher-bearers put the last of the wounded from the evacuated hospital on the wagon. Vicki had been supervising the evacuation for the last two hours with the help of three other nurses. She saw a ragged soldier on horseback galloping toward them, nearly being knocked off his horse by a Union 20 pounder that landed in the street, sending two other soldiers on foot scurrying for cover. He stopped at the wagon. "Beggin your pardon M'aam," he said with a slight salute. "The Yanks are just beyond the Pike Road so you best be going now. They look like a real nasty bunch."
"Thank you, Sergant," Vicki yelled, amidst the noise of another 20 pounder landing across the street.
As the horseman galloped off, Vicki told Deborah, Billie Sue, and Maggie to get back to the barn behind the makeshift hospital and ready the wagon. Nearly choking on all the smoke, Vicki yelled at the driver to go quickly as she slapped the horse's rump. She watched as the wagon bolted down the street.
Vicki ran back to the hospital, nearly missing being run over by troops fleeing with their Napoleon smoothbore while crossing the street. As she reached the door the shelling suddenly stopped. She paused for a moment - to regain her hearing, if nothing else. Looking down the street she saw her once beautiful town in a shambles. Amid the acrid smoke, dead soldiers and horses on the street, she saw the school in flames...and many of the buildings destroyed.
"C'mon Vicki!" Billie Sue yelled. "The shellin's stopped! The soldiers will be here soon!"
"Bring the wagon round to the front. I've got to get something." Vicki replied to the petite young blonde. Lifting her blood-soaked dress Vicki made a dash through the doorway and up the stairs. She didn't want to leave her medical tools for those damn Yankees to use.
Vicki didn't hear the four soldiers dressed in blue ride up to the front of the house-turned-hospital. Nor did she hear one of them say something about "looking for nurses". She grabbed her bag and filled it with medical tools and anything else useful she could find. As she turned to leave the room she heard the four horses gallop down the side of the building, yelling and firing their Navy Colts into the air. Looking out the window, Vicki saw the soldiers reach the barn just in time to see Deborah, Billie Sue, and Maggie bringing the wagon out.
"Well lookee what we got here boys!" Cried a grinning, bearded, soldier-blue.
"Looks like the war is over for you young ladies." another trail-worn soldier retorted.
"Let ME interrogate them, Sarge." said another snickering. "They look mighty dangerous!"
The soldier referred to, as ‘Sarge’ was a thin, young, mustached authority figure, carrying an officer's sword at his side. He got down off his horse, pistol still pointing at the scared women. "At ease boys," he calmly said holstering his weapon. "These are not fightin' Rebs. These are Southern Belles!" His sarcasm was obvious.
The dark figure walked closer to the girls. Tipping his dusty blue hat, he said, “Sergeant Tom Perkins, 22nd Ohio Cavalry at your service, ladies”.
Before the war, Sergeant Tom Perkins had been a teacher in Dayton, Ohio. his mild-mannered, educated, demeanor had been worn away in battle after battle. With each horrendous scene Tom Perkins resembled that Ohio teacher less and less. Now there was nothing left but bitterness and total disgust for those Rebels.
"C'mon Sarge, lets do em now, before the others come." Yelled the bearded one.
"Shut up Jimmy, You do what I tell you to do!" the command snapped back from Perkins.
The girls were huddled near the wagon, afraid to move. Vicki was watching silent from above and could barely make out the words.
"Pardon my associates, ladies, but we've been a long time out and my men are just looking for some Southern hospitality." Perkins said grinning.
Maggie was the fighter of the little group of nurses and knowing full well what the sergeant was talking about, spoke up. "Just keep your filthy hands to yourself, you damn Yankees!"
Perkins quickly pulled his saber and pointed it at the throat of the buxom brunette. Maggie didn't even flinch. "You had better shut up, bitch! You are in no position..." Perkins said gruffly.
He was interrupted, "Hey Sarge, can I have her? She is a fiesty one!"
"You stink like horse shit, Jimmy. I think she's eyein' yours truly!" Baker retorted to his comrade.
The fourth soldier, a blonde with a scar on his face, dismounted and walked over to the girls. "Hey Sarge," he spoke softly. "The 3rd will be ridin up the road real soon. Let's have some fun before we have to share um." The sergeant lowered his saber. Debbie and Billie Sue looked at Maggie, hoping for some support, which she could not give.
Maggie spoke out. "You boys wouldn't want to get into trouble with your commanding officer when he arrives now would you?"
"Oh shut up, bitch! Jimmy, Baker, help Carl get these girls into the barn and check um good. I'll check the house." Perkins commanded.
Vicki could hear her friends' screams from the barn and could only imagine what was happening. She wasn't going to give in to these slobs. She went for the doorway of the room then stopped when she heard a noise downstairs. It must be the one with the sword, she thought. He was coming up the stairs and there was no way out.
Looking around frantically she found a bloodied rag and rubbed it on her head and hair. The best bet was to simply play possum with this Yankee, and maybe he'd figure her for dead and go away - or so she thought. She lay face down in some debris that had fallen from the ceiling in the shelling.
"Who's in there?" yelled the gruff Union Sergeant. As his footsteps got closer Vicki's heart raced all the more. "Just lay still and play dead" she whispered to herself. She was sure he could hear her heart beating.
The partially opened door creaked as Perkins slowly opened it all the way into the room. His pistol drawn and cocked, he quickly rushed in. Seeing no threat, he lowered his gun, uncocked it, and walked over to the window overlooking the barn. He could easily hear the muffled screams of the girls in the barn below. "Bastards!" he thought, "They didn't even wait for me! Damnit!" he cursed under his breath. Turning around Perkins made for the door but something caught his eye in the debris on the floor.
"Don't move an inch girl." Vicki thought to herself. Perkins looked down and saw the body of a young woman laying face down in the ruble. She was dressed in a pale gray dress, all tattered and blood soaked at the bottom. Her blonde hair spreading out across her back. Perkins drew his saber and poked at the body lightly. Vicki felt the point push against her back. She fought the urge to twitch. "Hold on a moment he will leave. You can do it." she thought to herself.
Seeing no movement, Perkins placed the toe of his right boot under the body's mid-section and with one push flipped the body on its back. Vicki didn't dare move now. Her body limply flopped over. Seeing the blood in her hair, Perkins realized that this girl must have gotten it during the shelling. She looked like an angel lying there, he thought. Hmmmm....Lets take a look, she's dead anyway, he mused to himself. Using the tip of his saber, Perkins began to slice away the laces down the front of her dress. He could see her chest expand with the release of pressure as each lace let go.
Stopping for a moment, he went to the window to check...yep, he still heard his men going at it with the other girls in the barn. Small arms fire from the advancing infantry was still far off...perhaps he had some to.play.
By now Vicki wasn't quite sure what this Yankee was up to. Why was he cutting her dress? “Don’t move even a hair," she thought as she lay there on her back.
Almost acting like a kid in a candy shop, Perkins dropped his saber to the floor, unbuckled his pistol belt, and threw it to the side of the room along with his weather-beaten hat. He unbuttoned his blue tunic, exposing the top of his long underwear. Using his right foot he kicked her legs farther apart, and dropped to his knees in between them. Then in one sudden movement he reached down to the blonde angel and pulled her up to him by her shoulders. Grabbing her dress n his hands at the shoulders, Perkins pulled it down to her waist, then let her limp body fall back to the floor with a dull thud.
Vicki felt a blow to the back of her head as she hit the floor. As if fighting back the pain and trying not to move were not enough, now she came to the realization that alive OR dead, this Yankee was going to take her. Her fear intensified.
Pulling her dress down past her legs and completely off, Perkins looked at the beautiful "corpse", still clad in her white undergarments. The cleavage from her breasts was very prominent. Perkins pulled a knife from his right boot and proceeded to cut the string on her corset. Then he sliced her slip down the front. The fullness of her breasts was exposed to him now. His sexual instincts were aroused all the more seeing her gorgeous, round breasts and pink nipples, which seemed to beckon to him with each slight jiggle of her body.
Perkins ripped off the remnants of clothing, and removed her tiny shoes. She was now totally naked on the floor n front of him...her blonde bush hairs gently moving with the occasional warm breeze coming from the shell hole in the ceiling. The aroused Sergeant brought his hands down to her chest and he began to rub her breasts hard...cupping one in each of his gunpowder-stained hands, using his thumbs to rub the yet firm nipples. She was still warm. "Good," he thought to himself.
Vicki could not believe what was happening! She was playing dead and this man was making love to her! She felt his touch on her breasts and the slight tugging at her nipples. "This is crazy," she thought! Still with her eyes closed and forcing herself to barely breathe she kept still.
All of a sudden she felt a wet warmness on her left nipple, then on her right nipple. He was sucking and biting, very hard. Vicki's rage began to build..."This Yankee son-of-a-bitch is going to pay for this!" she thought. But somewhere in her pent up rage she felt....something else.
Perkins stood up and unbuckled his trousers letting them drop to the floor. Then he stripped off his long underwear. If Vicki had her eyes open she would have seen the hairy Sergeant standing above her, with his formidable erection pointing directly at her. Bending down and grabbing her ankles, Perkins dragged Vicki to the center of the room, her arms out-stretched over her head. But he didn't drop her feet. Instead he began to rub the bottom of each foot with his thumbs...caressing her toes with his fingers.
A strange feeling was overcoming Vicki. She wanted to kill this bastard but yet she felt a passion inside her beginning to build in response to his touch. The thought of her legs being held up and feet being caressed was making her wet. Panicked, she thought to herself. "He's going to know I'm not dead!"
Perkins then took both her feet and rubbed them on either side of his erect shaft, back and forth in a stroking action…forcing her feet together harder in order to apply more pressure to his cock. Vicki could feel something stiff being moved back and forth between her feet. She knew it was his cock…it was warm and so hard…she even felt the pulsing veins. The Sergeant then pressed one foot against his massive balls, moving it around so as to distribute the pressure evenly over his entire sack. Vicki felt one foot being moved along the entire length of his swollen shaft. The other foot felt as if it were being pressed against a couple goose eggs…she knew it was his balls. This only served to intensify her own swelling passion.
“Be still, girl…don’t move,” Vicki cautioned herself.
The sex-starved Yankee set her feet down to the floor, spreading her legs wide apart again. “Now what is he going to do?” Vicki thought. Suddenly she felt warm air and wetness between her legs. Perkins’ hands were spreading the lips at the entrance of her vagina…his tongue taking violent stabs at her clit…Vicki fought hard at keeping in her swelling emotion. The thought of him thinking she was dead and licking her was nearly too much to contain.
Perkins was so wound up in having his own good time it never dawned on him to wonder how a dead girl could get increasingly wet. As her juices flowed his licking and sucking increased. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. Sitting up, he positioned himself on top of the blonde “corpse”, with the head of his engorged cock at the vaginal entrance. With one powerful thrust he sent his shaft all the way deep into her womb.
Vicki thought she was being ripped out from the inside and nearly cried out. But the pleasure of imagining his cock going deep into her “dead” body made the pain bearable. With each deep pelvic thrust she felt his hardness going deeper inside her.
The horny Sergeant couldn’t believe how tight this Southern bitch really was. As his thrusts began to pick up speed he felt the walls of her vagina clamping harder on the length of his cock. The sound of his swollen balls slapping home and his panting breath was all you could hear in the room. Off in the distant was the muffled background fighting of the advancing troops, still far away. The lovely “corpse” was shaking and shimmering violently with each pounding movement of the soldier’s loins. The nurse’s full breasts twirling vigorously like one-eyed jellyfish with each violent movement, taunting him…inviting him…teasing him.
Vicki found she could get away with some small movements while her body was being violently used, her breathing increased with this new sensation she was feeling. She couldn’t help but to allow her head to roll from side to side as her body was being pushed along the floor with each thrust of this mad Yankee’s heavy thighs. The thought of him thinking she was dead and fucking her “corpse” was releasing a passion inside her she never thought she had. It was all she could do to not raise her hips up to meet his pounding, yet it was so intense to not move at all.
Perkins lowered his body onto the Rebel nurse and let his full weight fall across her entire limp body while he reached out with both hands and held both her arms out over her head; his face meeting hers. The weight of his hairy chest was flattening those once twirling unrestrained breasts.
She was sure he could hear her grunt slightly as his weight fell on her. But he was too busy to take notice. Vicki’s arms were being held firmly against the floor up over her head. She could smell him now, a mixture of repulsive odors normally, but now the smell of leather, sweat, and gunpowder only served to intensify this lust she was beginning to feel. Suddenly she felt a warmness on her lips, the bastard was kissing her! With all her effort she tried not to respond, to lay limp, to be violently abused as if she were a real corpse, just to stay alive. She let her mouth slacken a bit, just enough for the Northerner to insert his tongue.
The feeling of his enlarged cock entering her pussy repeatedly, the weight of his smelly body on her, his kisses, and probing tongue, licking her lips, licking her teeth and toying with her “flaccid” tongue, all sent Vicki into a mine reeling swell of passion….but a passion she had to contain or risk death.
Feeling the soft “corpse” laying under him, Perkins was driven into increased animal frenzy. Faster he pounded away on the “dead” pussy, kissing the lovely Southern face, turning his head to the left and burying his face into the girl’s armpit, then doing the same to the right, smelling her, licking her shaven underarms, tasting her…..this was driving him mad with animal lust! His engorged Yankee cock was ready to explode!
Vicki felt his tongue licking away on the sensitive skin under her arms… “My God What a Feeling!” Her body shivered all the more at the animal instincts of this crazed man. She couldn’t contain herself, her body sensations were beginning to swell. She hated this Yankee bastard for all he was worth, yet she didn’t want this animal to stop, her lust was building with each filling of her pussy. “Ouch! She nearly cried out! The pain on her left nipple was almost too much to contain. He was biting her hard! She felt his teeth around her hardened nipple, biting down hard as he shoved his cock into her. The pain felt so good! The feeling between her legs was so good. Her passion was reaching a crescendo. Her lust was matching his now but she had to hold back making any move. Suddenly she felt an intense release, her body going into restrained spasms, waves of pleasure being released deep within her. At that same moment the filthy Yankee made one last thrust. She heard an audible grunt from him and suddenly felt waves of warmth entering her pussy. His teeth clamped down hard on her nipple as he released his load into her, spasms of semen violating her “dead” body, her orgasmic convulsions meeting the intensity of his…she nearly cried out!
Then it was over. The smelly Sergeant silently lay on top of the beautiful nurse for a moment, save for his panting breath. Vicki could not believe the feelings she just had. As her mind returned to reality she wanted to push this filthy son-of-a-bitch off of her, and then kill him. But she remained quiet. “My God!” she thought, “He had to have seen me move!” Then Vicki felt the pressure being released off her body, as Perkins rolled over off of her she felt his cock being sucked out of her pussy, followed by something warm dripping down to her ass. Very carefully she opened one eye to look around. Perkins was panting, laying on the floor next to her, on his back looking at the sky through the shell hole in the ceiling.
End of Part I