Posted by Wilkinson Sword on June 22, 2004 at 16:46:58:
Get over here and sit down!” She pointed to the ground in front of the wagon wheel. He could see the look in her eyes and decided he had better do as he was told. He sat down on the ground with his back to the wagon wheel.
Vicki held the gun in Baker’s face, “You twitch and I promise you will lose what manhood you think you have. She pointed the gun right at Baker’s balls, the determination in her voice let him know she meant every word she had just said! She tossed him a piece of rope and told him to tie his left wrist to the wheel. When he had finished and she checked the knot, she took another piece and she tied his right wrist to the wheel. A look of pure evil flashed across Vicki’s face now that she had this Yankee at her mercy. “You like putting tight things around women’s necks don’t you? Well, lets just see how you like tight things around your own neck, shall we?”
Vicki had one more length of rope, which she tied around Baker’s neck and the spoke of the wagon wheel. She pulled it very tight, forcing his head back against the wood. There was a piece of wood laying on the ground. She picked this up and put it inside the loop of rope just behind the spoke and began to turn it. As she did it tightened around Baker’s neck. She had made a simple, yet effective garrotte and this Yankee was going to feel the full force of Vicki’s anger. He would die as Deborah did….slowly, struggling for each and every breath!
Vicki had no way of knowing that dying at the hands of a beautiful woman, bound tightly and with a rope around his neck, was a dream, a desire that Baker had had for many years. If she has looked closely she would have noticed a tear forming in J.C.’s eye. It was not a tear caused from fear, but from relief and anticipation. J.C. was ready to die; he had been for quite some time. His only regret was that this beautiful Southern Belle, his lovely executioner would not be holding him in her arms as he struggled for his last breath.
Vicki began to turn the stick tightening the garrote, slowly – very slowly. The look in her eyes was like that of a mad woman – there was so much anger and pain in those beautiful brown eyes.
J. C. swallowed hard, his strong neck muscles flexing with all their might as he tried desperately to keep his windpipe open. He began to gag from the pressure on his neck. His pulse beating forcefully beneath the rope. As the rope tightened, he could feel the pulsing even in his gums. He started to wheeze, a gurgling/clicking sound coming from his throat. The roaring in his ears was almost unbearable.
The noises coming from J.C. brought Vicki back to reality. What was she doing? She was a nurse for God’s sake and she was behaving just like the animals that so repulsed her. Vicki stopped tightening the rope on J.C.’s neck but she did not release it either. She held the pressure there and watched J.C., his face darkening and perspiration running down it, his mouth was half open and his eyes were turning red from the pressure. She noticed the very slow rising and falling of his chest as he had to force air through his now very constricted windpipe; saliva was drooling from his bluish lips.
Vicki considered releasing the pressure but how could she. How could she after what they had done to Deborah, to Maggie, after what that animal had done to her. She forced the rope tighter against J.C.’s throat. His labored breathing became almost a whistle, he closed his mouth part way clamping his teeth tightly together, trying desperately to breathe. His legs began to bounce up and down. He pulled his knees up high. His hands were open wide, clawing the air , pulling against the rope holding his wrists to the wagon wheel. He could feel his heart beat strong a few beats then flutter, beat strong, then flutter…..
J.C. was determined to die with dignity but his body was betraying him. His arms and legs were quivering , the tears streaming down his face. His cock was pressed so hard against his pants the material might give way. As the lack of oxygen took over his body, his vision began to darken and little flecks of bright light flashed in and out in front of his eyes. Vicki watched in amazement as J.C.’s hips began to thrust forward and a large wet stain formed on the front of his pants. She knew he was having the orgasm of his life. Then she noticed that there was a smile on his face. His eyes stared straight ahead, unfocused, yet he looked so peaceful. Not like the monster she had made him out to be.
Vicki’s hands began to tremble as she quickly released the rope from J.C.’s throat. His head fell forward….She was afraid it was too late. She had killed him, murdered him. Then she heard it, a loud intake of air. She brushed the tears away from her cheeks and watched as the color returned to his face. She grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth and secured it with the rope still hanging around his neck.
She turned away from J.C to see what was going on with Billie Sue. Sarge was still seated on the bale of hay. The fourth soldier, Carl was standing next to Billie Sue, stroking her face with his left hand and touching her hair with his right. Billie Sue did not move. She stood there hands tied behind her back and the rope that had held her and Deborah together still hanging loosely around her neck.
“Sarge, do I get this one? She has such purdy skin.” Carl pulled open Billie Sue’s blouse, exposing her neck and chest just above her breasts. He took his grimy hand and put it around her neck then let it slide down her front finally dipping his finger into the sweaty cleavage. He pulled it out and licked off the perspiration.
“Carl you had better make it fast. You know the rest of the troops will be here soon.” Sarge looked at his watch. “Where in the HELL did Jimmy and J.C. get to? I said get it over with!!!” he bellowed to Carl.
Vicki was still watching from behind the wagon when she heard J.C. stirring. As he started to come to his body began to tremble all over and he was sweating profusely. Vicki also noticed the very large bulge in his pants, which were already wet from his ejaculation and possible urination from before. J.C. opened his eyes and Vicki watched as he tried to focus. J.C’s neck was badly bruised with the imprint of the rope.
Vicki quickly moved to him and held the gun to his head “If you value your life you will keep still. Next time I WON’T spare your life!” J.C. began to cough and gag. His eyes were watering. Vicki actually felt sorry for him. “If I take that out of your mouth do I have your word that you will keep quiet?”
J.C. mumbled through the rag and shook his head yes. Vicki loosened the rope holding the rag in place and pulled it out of his mouth. J.C. coughed then licked his dry lips and sucked in several deep breaths. “Thank you.” He gasped. J.C. looked at Vicki from her head to her toes. She truly was beautiful. “Why did you spare my life?” his voice was so hoarse that the question was almost a whisper.
Vicki heard Carl talking to Sarge, “I am gonna carve this little lady up like a purdy little bunny rabbit.” Carl had a long narrow knife in his hand and was dragging the tip of it down the side of Billie Sue’s face. Billie Sue did not move. She stood there staring straight ahead, appearing to see nothing. Billie Sue was only 16 years old, and still a virgin.
“Hey, lady…Ma’am,” J.C. croaked, “I asked you why you didn’t kill me. Why? I need to know.”
Vickie moved to J.C, knelt down in front of him. “Because I am a decent Christian woman. I would never lower myself to you level. Now if you will excuse me, I have business to attend to.” She quickly stood up from her kneeling position and returned to her post. She watched as Carl slowly cut away Billie Sue’s clothes. Vicki had never noticed just how large Billie Sue’s breasts were.
“Oooweeeee!!!! Look at the size of them titties!” Carl squealed with delight.
Vicki knew she needed to do something to help, but what. She was so frustrated. She stomped her foot, “Damn it!” She heard J.C. moving around then her curiosity got the best of her. She had to know. “Why were you so gentle with Deborah but still took her life?”
J.C. did not hesitate with his answer. “Because she was going to die anyway. Sarge, Jimmy and Carl would have seen to that. I, at least was able to help her enjoy her last moments and I believe I treated her with dignity before, during and after her death. I assure you I am not the torturous monster you think I am. I have never killed anyone I did not absolutely have to. In your friend’s case I was trying to save her the agony of dying in the manner the other so enjoy.”
Vicki looked deep into his pale blue eyes searching for the truth. Somehow – God knows why – she was beginning not to hate this Yankee. She turned from J.C to check on Billie Sue. The poor thing was now standing there completely naked, still motionless. Carl was still dragging the tip of his knife down her body, leaving tiny scratches wherever he touched her. “What is your name?” J.C. called to Vicki in a hoarse whisper.
“It is Vicki and I know you are Baker.”
Yes, but my friends, my real friends, not the animals you see here, call me J.C. I really am not like they are. The things I have seen them do to men and women would turn anyone’s stomach.”
Vicki watched as Carl began to make tiny cuts on Billie Sue’s body. He started with her back. Even from her vantage point Vicki could see the tiny red lines form. Carl’s cuts seemed to be methodical. Billie Sue’s arms were still tied tightly behind her; Carl was scoring her back inside the ‘V’ formed by her arms.
“When he is done with her back her will begin to work from her abdomen up to her breasts Vicki, if you don’t do something very fast he is going to start cutting off body parts. He will take off her breasts and her right ear. He has a whole collection of ears in his bag. If she screams he will cut out her tongue.”
Vicki looked around the barn frantically searching for some kind of help but there was none. She ran back to J.C. tears forming in her eyes. “What, what can I do?”
J.C. thought hard for a moment. Should he help this beautiful southern lady who spared his life or should he string her along and then take advantage of her. What was he thinking? He had wanted to break away from the pack of dogs that he had been running with for a long time now. Jimmy was already dead, lying in a puddle of his own blood and if Sarge and Carl were dead he would be free—free of the horrible reputation that riding with these men had brought. If he was lucky he would come out of this looking like a hero. He would be able to start fresh.
“Vicki, release me and I will help you.”
She could not believe what she was hearing. Her mind was awhirl. She turned back to see what was going on with Billie Sue. JC was right, Carl had already turned Billie Sue around and was beginning to make the tiny cuts just above her pubic hair line. Vicki could see Billie Sue flinch involuntarily as Carl continued to scar her lovely body
Vicki tried to weigh all her options. If she were lucky enough to shoot Sarge, Carl would finish off Billie Sue. If she tried to hit Carl, she could very easily miss and hit Billie Sue. Her grandaddy’s saber was useless from this distance. But what about J.C.? Could she trust him? Did she have a choice? If she released him and he betrayed her, Billie Sue would still die and she would probably find herself dancing at the end of a rope or worse. Yet, he seemed genuine, he had been very gentle with Deborah and looked so very sad when he had finished. And if she allowed Billie Sue to die without trying would she ever be able to bear the guilt? “If I released you what would you do?”
J.C. thought for only a split second. “If you give me my colt, I could take out Carl from here before he can do anything to that young lady. I won’t miss! Sarge will be the problem. He is a very wiley and very skilled fighter.”
Without thinking Vicki spoke up. “No, I want to take care of him!” Just thinking about that pig having his way with her body, Vicki’s flesh began to crawl. She instinctively crossed her arms and rubbed her hands down her forearms. Vicki jumped when she heard Carl laughing and taunting Billie Sue.
“Come on honey, your ear is gonna look real good on my necklace. You want to see?” He reached into a buckskin bag he had hanging from his belt and took out what looked like 9 or 10 ears hanging from a leather thong.
That was all it took, live or die she would not allow Billie Sue to be mutilated in that way. Her body was already bleeding from scores of tiny cuts all the way from her pubic hair line up her abdomen, her sides, her chest, except for her breasts, on her neck, shoulders and arms. Even her face and forehead were sliced. Each cut had a small trickle of blood except her forehead where the blood was running down her face. Billie Sue’s eyes were fluttering but she did not make a sound.
Billie Sue’s bleeding body made Vicki’s decision for her. Not matter what happened she had to try something! “J.C. I am going to turn you loose. We have to stop these animals! I promise you – if you try to betray me I WILL kill you!”
Vicki stepped between J.C’s outstretched legs and leaned toward him to remove the rope which hung loosely around his neck. She noticed just how bruised it really was. Her gaze locked onto his blue eyes as she untied his left hand. Then she stepped back so that he could untie his right wrist himself.
Instinctively J.C.’s hands went to his sore and bruised throat. “Boy, when you set out to hurt a man you sure do it right. Now give me my Colt so I can stop that animal Carl. He makes me sick!”
“All right but what are we going to do about “Sarge? He is the most evil man I have ever met.”
J.C. reached for Vicki. She jumped back and raised her gun – leveling the barrel directly at J.C.’s head.
J.C. raised his hands, “whoa, whoa, little lady, I am not going to hurt you. I just want you to know that if I had not done what I did – Sarge would have brutally raped her and then slit her throat, then raped her dead body over and over. He loves having his way with the bodies of dead women. I am not a murderer but that is the only way I knew to help her, to save her from that.”
Vicki stared at J.C. confused. Deborah seemed to be content – almost happy when she died. She did not fight, and this man did take care of her after her death. Without thinking she let out a whisper, “God, I hope I am doing the right thing.”
“Come on, lets take a look and see what we’ve got.” J.C. peered over the wagon at Carl, Sarge and Billie Sue. "“Look if you don't’ want that girl to lose her ear you had better give me my gun.”
Vicki did not hesitate. She handed J.C. his Colt. This was the moment of truth and her doubt showed in her face. “Don’t worry, I am a man of my word. I won’t harm you.” J.C. leaned the barrel of his 35 caliber Colt on the wagon and took careful aim. His finger squeezed slowly on the trigger. When the shot rang out Vicki jumped, her ears began ringing and the retort echoed through the barn. They both watched as Carl grabbed the side of his head. Almost as if in slow motion, the blood began to ooze out, his knees buckled and he sank very slowly to the ground. Billie Sue, who had not made a sound to this point began to shriek and jump around hysterically.
Sarge immediately dived behind the bale of hay he had been sitting on, his eye darted around the barn, trying to discern where the shot had come from.
“Look, we have got to get that girl out of there. I’ll keep Sarge pinned down, you work your way around to the side door. I think you will be safe.”
“All right, I’ll try but she is so hysterical.”
Vicki started to move away, J.C. grabbed her wrist, “You be careful, Sarge is one mean fucker.”
“I know and I will.” Vicki ran to the barn door and quickly slipped outside. She made her way to the small side door and opened it just a bit. “Billie Sue, Billie Sue”, she called softly. But Billie Sue did not hear her. Just then another shot rang out from J.C.’s gun. Vicki sprinted to Billie Sue, grabbed the hysterical girl by the arm and began pulling her toward the side door. Sarge saw them and leveled his revolver, taking aim at the two women, but J.C. was too quick for him and fired again.
Sarge ducked back down but popped up just long to get off one round. The shrill shriek from Vicki acknowledged that the bullet had found its target but she still managed to pull Billie Sue toward the barn door. Once outside, Vicki weakly leaned up against the side of the barn. She took a second to assess the damage the bullet had done to her arm. She had been hit about half way between the shoulder and elbow of her left arm. Although the pain was as intense as a searing hot poker stabbed into the fleshy part of her arm, the bullet had passed straight through. Blood was flowing freely, running down her arm.
Billie Sue was still hysterical and the sweat and blood mixture running down her face was making her even more so. The sight of the blood running down Vicki’s arm really sent her over the edge. She was like a wild woman. Vicki grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. She forced her to make eye contact. Billie Sue, Billie Sue, Billie Sue Maygar! Calm down – pull your self together. You are all right now. Do you hear me, Billie Sue? DO YOU HEAR ME?” Vicki was losing patience She heard more shots in the barn and her arm hurt so badly. She did not have time for this “Billie Sue!!!!!!” Vicki shook the terrified girl very hard this time.
Finally, Vicki had reached her, Billie Sue began to slow her screaming and crying. Her eyes focused on Vicki. In a very soft child-like voice she finally answered, “Vicki, Vicki, he hurt me, he hurt me so bad.”
Vicki took the now sobbing girl in her arms, held her tightly and stroked her hair. “Shhhhh, it’s all right. Shhhh, that man is not going to hurt you any more.” Vicki’s head snapped up when she heard another shot ring out in the barn. “Billie Sue, I need you to help me! Can you be brave?” She put her hand under the frightened teen’s chin and forced her to raise her head and eyes.
“I, I’m so scared. Vicki I want to go home!”
“That‘s good, Billie Sue, I am going to send you to the church. I want you to run there as fast as you can and hide in that little room behind the organ. Can you do that? You will be safe there. No one will know where you are. Can you do that?”
“I am so afraid, but if you are with me, yes, I can do that. God will protect me in his house.” Vicki was almost overwhelmed by Billie Sue’s innocence and took her in her arms once more.
“Billie Sue, I can’t go with you. You must go alone but you will be all right, I promise. You will be safe in God’s house. Now turn around so I can untie your hands.” The rope was knotted too tightly to come loose. “Billie Sue, be very still, I am going to have to cut the rope.” Vicki untied the sash that was holding the saber at her waist and carefully used her Daddy’s saber to cut the rope from Billie Sue’s wrists. “There you are dear, now you can go to the church.”
“Wait.” Billie Sue took Vicki’s slip and tore off a strip of material that was relatively clean. “Let me put this around your arm to help stop the bleeding.” Billie Sue tied the strip tightly around Vicki’s arm. It was then that the two women acknowledged that Billie sue was naked and Billie Sue crossed her arms sheepishly over her breasts. Her tears began to fall again.
“Go! Go to the church, you can get a choir robe and put it on. “Now Go!” and she pushed Billie Sue away. Vicki flexed the fingers of her left hand. God that hurt so badly but she knew what she NEEDED to do, what she HAD to do. But first she needed to see what was going on with J.C. She hurried around to the front of the barn and slipped back inside.
Thank God J.C. was still all right. He turned to look at her. “Are you all right. I saw that you were hit. Jesus woman, why did you go running in there like that? You could have been killed.”
Vicki felt suddenly weak and she began to totter, her eyes rolled up in her head and she reached out for something, for some support. J. C. saw that she was about to go down and quickly slipped his arm around her, helping to lower her gently to the ground but he had to turn his attention back to Sarge. J.C. was not going to allow him to slip out.
Vicki sat there on the ground in the same spot where she had almost killed J.C. earlier. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. Her strength started to return but she sat for a moment longer. Holding onto the wagon wheel, she slowly pulled herself up. She felt a little light headed but much better than before. “What is going on?
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I am fine. What is happening?” she closed her eyes and slowly opened them trying to make them focus, to shake off the dizziness.
“Things are still as they were when you left. I am getting kind of low on ammo. I am hoping he is too. What did you do with Jimmy’s rig?”
Vicki was not comprehending what he was saying. “What did I do with his what?”
J.C. had to smile. He wasn’t used to talking to a lady. “I am sorry. What did you do with his gun and holster?”
“I put it over there. I’ll get it.” Vicki took a deep breath and went to get Jimmy’s gun from behind the wagon step where she had hidden it. “Here. Now what can I do to help?”
J.C. shook his head, this was one gutsy lady. “We need to get him out of that little corner he is in. “Can you shoot?”
“Yes I can. We were taught to shoot in case we needed to defend ourselves against Yankee scum.” She realized what she had said. “Oh I am sorry, but yes, I can shoot. I am a pretty good shot but not perfect.”
“Look, I don’t know exactly what Sarge did to you. I do know you want your revenge on him but you are in no shape to do that. What I want you to do is take this gun and keep him pinned down so that I can sneak in the side door and hopefully have a clear shot at him.”
As much as she wanted to cut that maniac’s head off with her own hands, she knew J.C. was right. She shook her head.
‘All right, I will do my best.”
“Good. Here, this gun is loaded and here is enough ammunition to load it again, twice. I am going to make my way toward the door. Dusk is falling and that will make it harder for him to see me. Ma’am, I have to tell you. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. I’d like to hold you in my arms for just a minute if you’d let me.”
Vicki smiled weakly and stepped closer to J.C. He put his strong arms around her. It felt so good. She felt so safe. She could feel his strong heart pounding against her chest. She wanted so badly to let the tears come, to let this man hold her safely forever but…..that was not to be.
J.C. felt his manhood twitching as he held her close. She was so strong yet so weak. He was drawn to her. Feelings he had not felt in many years were resurfacing. Perhaps when this was over he could take her into his arms and hold her, maybe make up for some of the horrors of the war. J.C. gently kissed her on her forehead then released her. “Remember to keep him busy so he doesn’t see me.”
“I will. Please be careful.”
J.C. winked at her. “Don’t worry, you aren’t going to lose me now. You already tried that once, remember?” he touched his hand to his bruised throat.
Vicki looked somewhat embarrassed. “I am sorry. I, I didn’t know you.”
J.C. glanced over the wagon and noticed that Sarge was trying to move. He fired another shot, which forced him back behind the hay bale.
“You’ve got to keep him busy.” J.C. stole a quick kiss on Vicki’s cheek, turned and ran for the door. Vicki fired a shot at Sarge to keep him distracted while J.C. slipped out.
Light in the barn was fading. It was getting difficult to see. Vicki waited a few seconds then fired at Sarge once again. She wished in her heart that he would pop his head up so she could blow it off.
Sarge felt very much like a rat in a trap. He was cornered with no place to run. The closest exit was the side door but that was too far away. Who could be shooting at him. Where were Jimmy and J.C.? Another shot rang out and he ducked down. Damn it, who was firing at him. He was still stunned that the lovely dead nurse he had made love to was not really dead. He felt cheated somehow. But no matter, when this was over he would find her….then he would have her dead body.
J.C. was just outside the side door. He heard Vicki fire again and he jumped through the door hoping Sarge would not see him. He was not to be that lucky. Sarge saw him, stood up and fired, catching J.C. in the left side of his chest.
Vicki reacted instantly and drew a bead on Sarge. She squeezed the trigger, the shot rang out and Sarge was knocked backward from the force of the bullet. It struck him in the neck piercing his jugular.
Vicki, gun in hand, ran across the barn floor to J.C. He lay there, blood pouring from the hole in his chest. Vicki could hear the whistling coming from the wound. She knew his lung had been punctured and was filling up with blood. Vicki sat down on the ground next to him, picked his head up and placed it in her lap. She stroked his hair, pushing it back from his face. Her tears ran silently down her cheek.
“J.C. tried to smile for her, to put her at ease. He whispered, “My only wish today was to die in the arms of a beautiful woman. Thank you!” J.C. coughed and blood began to dribble out of his mouth.
“Shhhh J.C. I am here. I love you.”
Those words were heaven sent to J.C. He weakly lifted his hand to touch her face, it fell back to the ground, he gasped, then let out his last breath. Vicki sat there holding him in her arms, just holding him, tears falling silently down her cheek. Tears for J.C., for Deborah, for Maggie, enough tears to wash away all the horror she had seen in this war. She had found one good thing….this gentle Yankee soldier.
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