-Black Lotus-

The smell of gun powder filled the air as the morning fog began to rise up from the uncut fields where many a horses and their soldier riders were crossing. The sounds of battle echoed within the tall pines, male voices carried in the whispering winds as the war continued another day. The year was 1782 and the war had been going on for quite a while, Sarah Adams stood watching as the soldiers crossed her fields, she watched as the riders carried their flag as well as those who had fallen in battle. The bloody bodies flopped on the backs of horses as they trotted along, some draped over their own beasts and pulled behind by rope.

Sarah didn’t bother to hide herself; she watched the men as they sat tall and proud in their saddles, she sighed softly as another series of shots were heard. At twenty-three years old, she stood five-two with long curly chestnut locks of brown. Her eyes were the color of the bluest ocean with a body that was fit and trim due to the hard work she and her soldier husband had put in their farm for the past five years.

It was the time of the revolutionary war and thousands of husbands, fathers and single men were called to serve leaving women behind to tend to their property, the house, kids and whatever else needed done. During this time many thousands of women began to take an active role in the American Army. Most were wives and daughters of officers and soldiers. These women, who maintained an almost constant presence in military camps, were known as "camp followers."

She watched the sun rise behind the mountains and the fog lifting from them as she turned and gripped the long skirt of her dress and ran through the field to her home she shared with her husband John Adam’s who was an artilleryman in the American army. Opening the door she ran through it, closing it behind her she leaned against it trying to regain her breath. “John! John!” she yelled looking around the small home settled on ten acres of farming land. “Troops went through the fields, I can here more coming, and you can smell the gun powder in the mornings wind.”

John walked out from their bedroom and stood there buttoning his uniform as she watched. He was twenty-five years old and over six foot tall. He was more handsome than ever Sarah thought as he stood there in full military dress. His blue eyes shined as he gave her a false smile. “I know, I was told they would be by and for I was to be ready to ride.” He said to her knowing everything was left for her to care for on her own.

The horses sounded upon the dirt road, she could hear the hooves growing closer and closer as she dropped her eyes. “It’s time,” she said as he walked over to her and gave her a long lingering kiss goodbye. What she didn’t realize was that would be the last kiss she ever got from her husband. She watched as he untied his steed from the fence post out front of their home, he mounted and gave her a smile as he waved goodbye. Sarah watched as he and about twenty-five other soldiers rode off heading for battle.

Less than a month later Sarah and John’s land was seized and Sarah escaped being one of the fifty-two American females taken as prisoner. With no where to go she became a camp follower it was there she had learnt her husband John became a traitor for the enemy, leaving her homeless and one of a few other wives that were being hunted down for questioning.

She told the American army when asked her name it was Deborah Brown, and remained on in camp. It may be surmised though that their duties consisted primarily of cooking, mending, laundry, childcare, and nursing the sick. As a camp follower a woman was paid a small wage and was supplied with a half ration of food for herself. While the above mentioned tasks were performed by the majority of women found within camp life, an occasional woman found her self placed or placed herself in extraordinary circumstances some which were nothing that they expected.

Sarah had just left the tent of an American officer that used her as he wished, she spit on the ground trying to get the taste of his cock out of her mouth. She ran down behind the camp and squatted by the stream and washed herself the best she could without dressing and causing enough noise that she would be seen and feared she would be used again.

Not wanted to be used no longer Sarah had enough, with fear of being sexually abused again an idea popped into her mind which led her to impersonate a man and fell in with the rest of the American Army acting as John Brown. She was easily able to get a uniform from a few fallen soldiers, enough to make a full set. She fit in perfectly till she was wounded and taken to a local camp where she was exposed as a female; this was after she had been imposing for months.

Sarah was taken to the general who looked her over and asked her why, she explained and he sat there staring at her. He offered her a job where she would need to use her traditional skills as a homemaker to gain access to the enemy camps. Sarah nodded and agreed to become what was called a ‘patriot in a petticoat’.

American and British spies during the American Revolution used a number of methods for hiding and transmitting information, including invisible ink, secret codes, and blind drops. A secret code would be set up that used letters or numbers to stand for other words. In order to decode the messages, the recipient needed a key or code book.

Several kinds of invisible ink were used by both sides during the war. One type was activated with heat and others by various chemicals. The invisible message was usually written between the lines of another letter, which would appear to be totally innocent. Upon receipt, the reader would either heat the letter over a flame or put it into a chemical bath to reveal the hidden message.

Letters or messages would be left at a blind drop, which was a location that was agreed upon in advance, such as a park bench or hollow tree. The message would be left by one person to be picked up later by another. Sometimes messages would be cut into slivers and stored in the hollow stem of a quill. Hollow silver balls were also used to store and carry messages. Not much larger than a musket ball, these balls could be easily concealed, or even swallowed if the messenger were captured.

Once Sarah was fully trained she was sent out, she was nervous the first few times but after that it seemed to become easy as cake. The general nicknamed her ‘Black Lotus’, because she was a beautiful woman like the exotic flower and black for she moved silently in the darkness of the night. Sarah was given a small black ink tattoo of a lotus flower the size of a dime on her outer thigh, high enough up on her hip where it stayed out of sight.

The rain was pouring down in buckets that evening when she was trying to head back to camp, she was drenched to the bone and hiding in the lower brush as soldiers rode by on horses and some by foot. She held her breath in hopes this wasn’t her time to be caught as the enemy soldiers went by.

Desmond McGuinness was British and loyal, and had been in the service of His Majesty for several years when the colonies started rebelling. Initially the thought of it was laughable, the Empire was the largest and most powerful in the world, a rag tag bunch of them couldn't possibly defy such a force.

After the first few months, the reality that they could, and were fighting off the British became a reality. The King sent more men, Desmond among them, to put down the uprising. He'd been involved in the British initial success upon landing, and saw the reason the British we're being flummoxed at every turn.

The colonists were fighting smart, adapting techniques learned from fighting the Indians, their information was usually accurate, and they had zeal. That willingness to fight and die for your cause was starting to wane for those in the service of His Majesty.

The somewhat constant proximity to the Hessians, the German mercenaries the King had hired, did nothing to improve morale. They were crude, bloodthirsty, didn't speak the King's English, and were generally insufferable to be around.

Desmond was lucky, he'd been reassigned to intelligence. Mostly that translated to interrogation, something he was quite efficient at. He didn't waste his time and talents on the rank soldiers, rather he was reserved for spies, turncoats, and officers.

Tonight was another bloody awful night. He was with a group of soldiers, in the pouring rain, traveling at night. The whole damn thing made him miserable and he had no outlet for his aggravations.

A slight movement caught his eye and he pulled his horse up short, glancing at the roadside. The part of the column that was behind him had halted as well, some were glaring at him, then he motioned them towards the under brush with a sharp gesture.

Two soldiers jumped at his command, emerging a few moments later with a soaked, but beautiful woman.

"What the bloody 'ell are you doing out on a night like this Missie?"

It was a purely rhetorical question, he nodded to one of the soldiers holding her and he quickly bound her hands behind her.

"Seems to me, a woman, or a sane man, would only be out on a night like this if they had no choice. That means you're either without a place to be, or are going somewhere and didn't want us to know. And I'm inclined to believe the latter of those options."

The two men handed the woman up to him, he draped her across his lap, his hips pressing her against the horn of his saddle.

"No worries luv, we'll figure this out once we're back at camp."

Sarah shifted causing the leaves to sound as she squatted within the darkness and the cold rain. She could hear voices speaking and prayed she wasn’t caught; she needed to think fast as to what she would say. They had gone over this with her but right now her mind was clouded with so much and her heart was racing within her chest. If they didn’t hear her movement then they must hear her breathing she thought.

Her head tucked low as she pulled the soaked cape hood over her head hiding her ivory skin the best she could. Sarah could see flashes of the past running through her mind, her growing up, her and John being married and other images that she used to try and calm her nerves. Once the images of semi drunken soldiers pushing her to the ground and ripping up her long skirt came to mind she felt a shiver run through her spine and nearly fell backwards down the embankment behind her.

The wet clomps of the horses sounded as they walked through the puddles, she heard the line continue steadily and then out of the blue something sounded a miss. She could hear the sounds of footsteps marching through the water as well and again something suddenly sounded different. Sarah knew this was it, she knew the time had come and her many trips from the American camps to the British were now over.

Looking around from under the wet hood she tried to see if there was a way she could escape, she didn’t see anywhere she could run to that would cover her from being shot. Sarah felt the brush push down as two dark shadows loomed over her small frame. She went to turn and head down the small hill but as she turned she felt two large strong hands grab a hold of her. They yanked her to her feet and then literally drug her out from the brushy area along side the muddy road.

"What the bloody 'ell are you doing out on a night like this Missie?" She heard the rider ask.

Sarah said nothing as she felt each hand pulled behind her and held there against the small of her back, she could feel the rope being wrapped around her wrists binding her as she tried to struggle. She knew if she gave up a good fight it would only cause her to get seriously hurt or even killed. She squirmed to see if she could at least loosen them enough to work on getting her wrists free later but before she could she felt the one soldier yank the knot tight.

"Seems to me, a woman, or a sane man, would only be out on a night like this if they had no choice. That means you're either without a place to be, or are going somewhere and didn't want us to know. And I'm inclined to believe the latter of those options." The rider said again.

They lifted her up as the rider settled in the saddle he sat her before him as his hips pressed against her from behind and her crotch pressed up against the horn of the saddle. Sarah’s hands were not in the best of places; she quickly locked her fingers together and made one big fist with her hands. "No worries luv, we'll figure this out once we're back at camp." He said as she felt the horse begin to move once again.

Sarah tried to calm herself down, she tried to remember all the things the general taught her incase she ever got caught, she should have ran the scenario through her head that way she would remember it all, but that was so many months ago.


She knew she was in trouble, she just needed to figure out the best way to go about saying who she was, and then lie her ass off from there. The pieces of paper were rolled and sewn into her garter belt that was up on her right leg. They were done in invisible ink so they couldn’t be read and so small that most likely they would never be found since they were sewn into the material.

The rain didn't let up the rest of the way to camp. It made everyone miserable, though more than a few jokes were passed around about it being, 'just like home' as the red coats huddled around fires.

Camp was rather a generous description, this particular unit was on the small side, and designed around intelligence gathering/promoting false intelligence. They moved a fair shake, needing to be disguised, but the weather wasn't helping matters.

The men in the column broke rank, finding fires, getting food, hiding under canvas tents, anything that would make the rain more bearable. The rest of the unit was already engaged in such activities, a few unlucky souls were stabling the horses.

Desmond passed his mount to one such man, setting the girl on her feet. The rain made her clothing stick to her skin, and he noted how incredibly attractive she was. She had full hips, and a nice bust, her nipples just visible thanks to the cold.

"This way ma'am, lets get inside."

The camp was centered around five cabins, where officers lodged. Desmond directed the girl to his, set apart from the others. Once inside he shrugged out of his coat.

"Best get those off missy, or you'll catch your death of cold."

The night air was cold and Sarah shivered as she rode upon the horse with the rider, she had no clue that he was or his rank, she just knew he was somebody higher up that just a regular soldier. The rain didn’t let up it came down even harder as the horses tromped through the mud. She could see the lightening ahead as it lit up the sky ahead of them, she could hear as the thunder rolled in closer and closer to them. The one soldier on foot started cracking little jokes as the men laughed.

The lightening was a help in letting her see where they were going, she didn’t recognize the camp, she would have remembered it f she had been there. She usually had a mind like a trap but for some reason since caught she just couldn’t think and she wasn’t feeling the greatest. This was the third day of rain; she had been in wet clothing for seventy two hours or longer.

The camp came in to closer view, she could see the fires burning, and she could see the men under tents dressed in wool coats staying to stay dry and warm. As they reached camp they were greeted by others, not her personally but the men. The soldiers broke up each going their own way where they belonged; she looked around as a young soldier came up aside the stopped horse and took the reigns from the rider.

Sarah felt the riders hands around her waist as he lifted her from the horse and placed her down on her feet, the younger man helped her stand and not slip in the mud as she stood there with blue lips and a shaking lithe little form under the drenched clinging clothing.

She wasn’t able to pull her cloak closed over her breasts; she looked down and could see her twin peeks pushing against the almost transparent shirt she was wearing under it. Sarah tried to move back and forth to make the cloak fall over her but since it was water logged like everything else she was wearing it just clung tightly to her.

His eyes looked over her as did the younger soldier making her feel like fresh meat brought into camp for them all to feast upon. Sarah looked at him for the first time and he was handsome his features were sharp and well defined and the stubble on his face only made him more attractive to her. "This way ma'am, lets get inside." He said to her and then took her arm within his hand and lead her through the camp over to a group of cabins, he opened the door to the one farthest away from the rest and left her walk in first as he followed and closed the door behind him.

Sarah turned and scanned the cabin as she did; she moved her eyes over everything as quickly as she could and then looked to him. "Best get those off missy, or you'll catch your death of cold." He stated to her as he removed his coat showing her more of his brawn build.

She looked around, then back to him and for the first time she spoke up, “Do you have anything I can slip over me if I do?” She was freezing but she knew once she stripped from her clothing she would be even colder. Her eyes were soft, a blue that sparkled from time to time like twin sapphires when the sun, light or a flame hit them just right.

“Please?” she asked him. Sarah had dark marks under her eyes, she hadn’t eaten or slept in the past three days, she had been on to go the whole time and if she did nap it was a small twenty minutes then on the go again, either it was all catching up to her or she was sick.

“Do you have anything I can slip over me if I do? Please?”

Those were the first words she'd spoken since being captured, that alone was a tell as to her motive. Normal women wouldn't have taken this in stride, or been so composed. They'd be outraged, they'd kick and scream.

She didn't. That one omission spoke volumes about her. He liked it, it meant she would fall under his realm, and wouldn't break easily. Perhaps this miserable night wasn't quite so bad after all.

"Sure luv, there's plenty of blankets to split between us."

His boots and wool socks followed, then the first of his shirts. He was soaked most of the way through himself, each layer revealed his muscled frame. He wasn't the broadest, but his muscles were well developed, and hard beneath the skin.

Before fully stripping, Desmond banked the fire in the stove, thanking whoever thought to stock his cabin with Birch wood. The woman had moved a few steps closer to the blaze as he removed his last shirt, a few scars dotting his back and torso.

"Hurry up then, nothing to hide Miss."

He shed his leggings, now totally naked. He didn't hide himself, or the mild stirring in his cock at her form. He simply walked to a chest and found something suitable for sleep and pulled the thermals on, glancing over his shoulder as she started to shed her clothing.

He seemed to have an odd expression on his face as Sarah asked for something to put on. She wasn’t stupid she knew that she needed to regain all the strength she could if she was going to try and make her way out of there as soon as she saw an opening to do so.

"Sure luv, there's plenty of blankets to split between us." He said to her as stood there looking to her.

Sarah ran her eyes over him once again, she watched as he began to strip before her, Sarah felt a twinge of embarrassment move over her as she caste her eyes down not wanting to watch if he was going to strip fully. She couldn’t but help to sneak a look here and there as he shed the first bit of his clothing; she noticed his size much more clearly as the heavier clothing was shed from his muscular build.

He placed his boots aside against the wall of the cabin, and then once he was down to the bare essentials he turned away from her and stoked the fire causing more heat to escape the hearth as she took a few steps closer in hopes to shake the shivers.

Her head turned as she watched him remove the last of his shirt, he was being quite nice to her…which should have sent up a red flag but Sarah was just grateful enough for the roof over her head and the warmth of the fire. "Hurry up then, nothing to hide Miss." He said to her as he glanced in her direction.

Sarah had never undressed before any man other than her husband. She didn’t fully undress when those soldiers used her; they just pushed her skirt up, opened her top and ripped her panties off her. She still had majority of her body covered so this was a bit uneasy for her.

She waited a few more minutes as she glanced to him again as he stood there fully naked before her, she quickly turned her head and swallowed hard as she reached up and untied the soak and wet cloak and left it fall from around her. Under it she had a long skirt and buttoned top, she slowly removed the top leaving her standing there in less. Teach piece of clothing dropped to the floor with a wet thud.

There was only two pieces left to take off before she was fully naked before him. Sarah turned her back to him and took off the remaining two; she was slow about removing the bottom half knowing that when she did she would have nothing else left to cover her up. The stockings went easily as did the garter belt around her thigh, she bent forth and wiggled from the wet cotton long underpants and left them drop pooling around her ankles as she stood straight up and stepped from them.

She grabbed each piece and never looked to him as she laid them closer to the fire place in hopes they would dry, she rubbed about each wrist where the rope had been and turned towards him. Her long wet hair dangled over her breasts covering the tan circles that rested behind twin peaks of hard pink flesh.

Her cheeks flushed as she lifted her eyes and looked at him as she tried to use her arms to cover herself up. Sarah stepped closer to the fireplace as the smell of burning birch filled the cabin as well as heat. She looked away from him and starred at the fire watching the flames dance as the crackling sound was heard and flits of glowing hot red embers floated upwards then died out.

Desmond watched as the woman stripped, his cock swelling a touch as she bared herself. She was quite beautiful, sturdy hips, nice swelling ass, her hair covered part of her breasts but they were a good size and well formed.

He grabbed a heavy woolen blanket from the stack of them, wrapping it around her shoulders as she sat beside the fire. He took her clothes and elevated them to the string that hung along the cabin to help them dry.

This was critical, get her to trust him, think he was a decent person, drop her guard a little. He sat behind her, rubbing her shoulders through the blanket, pulling her hair back from her face.

"What's your name then luv?"

A slow start, but that was fine. Her body still shook under his touch, so he wrapped his arms around her, his forearms pressing into her bust, and pulled her tight against him.

"I doubt there's harm in telling me your name, seeing as I probably saved your pretty little ass from some horrible fate."

Sarah noticed his arousal and tried to not even think about it, he was a soldier like the rest of them, she knew what they were about, she seen first hand exactly how they were. She turned her head and lowered her eyes once again t the flame, but she was human, her mind and body played against each other and caused a mass train wreck within her. She needed to focus and stay directed; she had a mission and needed to remember that, she was nothing like her husband and she would not commit treason and betray her home land.

Her mind drifted and she never seen him step close behind her, she felt the wool blanket drape over her flesh and she came back from her thoughts and said nothing, not even a thank you. Sarah wasn’t feeling very talkative; she wasn’t feeling anything at all but an odd numbness through her whole body. She sat there letting the fire heat her up just watching the flames dance as she sighed out softly.

She felt him move in behind her causing her to tense up. He hands moved to her shoulders as he rubbed them tenderly. She knew not to trust him; she knew not to give into anything her body felt. Sarah closed her eyes and just felt his warm arms wrap around her small frame, it felt like his could just engulf her up with his size compared to hers.

One the reasons she was attracted to john was his height and build, when he held her she felt safe and secure within his arms and now that same feeling was settling in, one she knew she had to fight hard. She realized that her husband was one of them now, he could be in that same camp, he could be anywhere and he would recognize her if he saw her. Sarah’s stomach turned, she could feel it knot up and ache as a sick feeling settled in.

His hand brushed along her cheek as he gripped her wet strands and pulled them back from her face enabling him to see her doll-like small features. "What's your name then luv?" he asked her. Sarah didn’t know what to tell him, if she lied and ran into John then she would be caught, she swallowed hard and knew it was a chance she had to take.

"I doubt there's harm in telling me your name, seeing as I probably saved your pretty little ass from some horrible fate." He asked her as his warm breath blew over the side of her neck and face. He was right; it had been days she was out in the cold rain and weather.

His arms pressed against her breasts as she felt the hold tighten as he pulled her back against him. If the blanket wouldn’t be between them her lithe form would fill every nook and cranny of his.

“Sarah...” was all she said as she breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled hoping that when her chest rose it would loosen his grip around her but it didn’t.

"Sara, now that's a right pretty name."

He didn't loosen his grip, but he also wasn't really restricting her, just letting some of his body heat pass to her. It would be better for him to be under the blanket with her, but he doubted she'd allow that.

"Now Sarah dear, I want you to relax. Nothing's going to happen tonight, so you just focus one warming back up."

He was slightly surprised at how easily her body fit against his. It was almost natural. His arousal poked softly against her back, but he ignored it. Later perhaps he could indulge, for now it was just in the way.

"I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Desmond, left ******t of His Majesties Royal Army."

The grip on her chest rubbed slightly, helping restore the warmth of blood flow there, also rubbing the soft wool just a touch over her breasts.

"Want to tell me anything else tonight, or save it for tomorrow?"

"Sara, now that's a right pretty name." he said to her as the rain sounded off the roof as she listened to it fall hard.

Her voice was soft and almost a whisper as she responded to his comment, “thank you” was all she said, short and simple. Sarah never asked him his, she figured if he wanted to offer it he would, she never even asked what his position was in the military either, again she wasn’t going to ask to many questions, it was best to allow him to offer, though she was curious who had his arms wrapped about her.

His arms never left up, she squirmed slightly within them and was able to feel his arousal pressing against her from behind. Her head leaned back and off to the side, she rested it against his shoulder as her eyes grew heavy and closed for a few minutes just listening around her.

"Now Sarah dear, I want you to relax. Nothing's going to happen tonight, so you just focus one warming back up." She nodded her head in a yes fashion as his warm breaths continued to flow over the side of her neck. Sarah reached and pulled the blanket tighter around her.

"I suppose introductions are in order. I'm Desmond, left ******t of His Majesties Royal Army." He said as she listened. His arms moved up and down slowly against her breasts, she could feel the scratching from the wool over her flesh as she began to warm up. Sarah was feeling the tiredness from the last three days, the sound of the rain and the heat from the fire was slowly putting her to sleep.

"Want to tell me anything else tonight, or save it for tomorrow?" he asked her as she curled up within his arms. Her eyes closed as she shook her head in a yes fashion and fell asleep within his arms before the fire.

Desmond smiled as she relaxed, the warmth of the fire, being against his body, the whole thing lulled her to sleep. He stayed there for several minutes, letting her drift deeper into sleep. Finally he lifted her, setting her on the bed and pulling the blankets around her.

"Sleep well Sarah, tomorrow will be a very long day."

He retreated to the door, securing it from the outside so she couldn't escape. It was a little something he'd developed. It could be opened from the inside, but it was tricky and only he knew how to do it.

After that, the weariness he'd been feeling all day caught up with him. He had a military cot and set it up near the fire place, taking another blanket and his spare dry coat. He rolled up the coat and set his head on it, his body drifting off to sleep.

Desmond woke early, his body slightly stiff. He stretched, restocking the fire place, then dressing in his leggings and shirt. He walked to the room where Sarah slept, peeking in to see her still resting.

"Wake up dear, we've got things to discuss."

Sarah felt him pick her up, she was in that hazy stage of sleep where she wanted to open her eyes but yet they felt so heavy that she couldn’t and she just fell back to sleep once more within his arms as he placed her upon the bed and covered her up.

"Sleep well Sarah, tomorrow will be a very long day." She heard him say as she drifted in and out of sleep. Through the night she woke up now and then, the rolled back over and cuddled up under the wool blanket and tucked herself in tightly and drifted back to sleep.

She never even got out of bed, she felt weak and her body had no oomph to it at all. She wasn’t sure about the time but she could see the light of the sun begin to show behind the mountain as she looked across and out the dingy small window. She watched it for a few minutes and then closed her eyes once more and drifted off.

Sarah had one of the weirdest dreams, she dreamt she was home with her husband John and her parents who had passed away a year after Sarah and John married, but she could see her father talking with John telling him about the past and what he needed to do in the future, and then when John turned his face to look at Sarah his face was nothing but a skeleton.

"Wake up dear; we've got things to discuss." She heard him say as she rolled over to her other side and looked to him as she opened her eyes and tried to focus. Looking to him she noticed he was dressed and pulled the wool blanket around her once again and got up from the bed and looked for her clothing.

Standing up the blanket fell from around her as she grabbed it, gripped it and looked to him as it pooled around her mid thighs. He had a long lingering look before she pulled it back up and wrapped it around her tucking it under her arm pits. “My clothes please?” she asked as she heard her stomach grumble loudly.

Desmond tried to keep his glancing cursory, not wanting to leer at the young woman. Still, he couldn't help by notice the cleft of her breasts, or her bared legs as she sat up.

"In time Sarah. For the moment we have things to talk about."

His next movements were fast, he jerked her to his body, one arm across her throat, the other gripped around her waist. When she struggled, he squeezed until she relented.

"There's a good girl. Now then, what were you doing out last night."

The grip relaxed enough for her to speak, but his voice was harder, a steely whisper in her ear.

"In time Sarah, for the moment we have things to talk about." He said to her as she noticed a difference in his voice as he spoke to her; it was slightly different from last night.

He walked over to where she was and swiftly he moved behind her and he grabbed her in his arms as one wrapped around her neck and the other wrapped around her waist. Sarah struggled trying to free herself from his hold. She tried to kick him, then hit him but he choked around her neck even tighter as she felt her feet lift to her tip toes and then off the floor.

Sarah tried to grasp a breath but couldn’t from the tightness of the hold, she squirmed for another minute or two and then went limp as she gave up and just left him hold her tightly figuring if he was going to kill her she wanted it quick and he already had a start.

"There's a good girl. Now then, what were you doing out last night." He said to her ear, his voice was stern and deeper than she remembered, she knew he was serious. He placed her feet back on the floor as he released the hold just enough for her to be able to speak.

She felt the blanket fall from around her as she gave one last struggle against the hold and then tried to bite his arm instead of answering him. She knew she was going to pay one way or the other so she figured she would just take her chances and fight back, it was like David and Goliath but she wasn’t male nor was she built in a muscular way which made it twice as hard.

He felt her try and bite, felt her struggle. It was interesting, feeling her full body squirming against him. He tightened his hold on her neck again, then tossed her to the floor.

Moving quickly, his right boot slammed into her stomach. As she coughed and sputtered for air, he took a pair of metal shackles and bound her wrists, then dragged her to the middle of the cabin. He jerked her to her feet, the chain connecting the shackle's going through a hook in the ceiling.

He adjusted the hook, forcing the woman onto her toes, then securing it.

"Well, that was an adventure."

Desmond took a moment to fully catch his breath, then shed his outer shirt and walked before Sarah.

"This can go two ways luv, you can tell me what I want to know and spare yourself a world of hurt, or you can resist. Makes no never mind to me either way, which will it be then?"

He let her struggle against his hold for a few minutes till he reacted, though Sarah was beginning to think he enjoyed the bite and he enjoyed watching her fight against him as she could feel his cock growing hard as he held here there against him even tighter.

She could feel sweat begin to form on her stomach as the cabin was warmer than when they first arrived, the birch burnt all night long as she could hear him stoke it that morning before she fell back to sleep. He grabbed around her throat even tighter causing her to feel her airway locked down and closed, he was crushing her larynx as she felt everything starting to go black around her as she teetered on the edge of passing out.

Before she knew it she felt his arms release her as he threw her to the floor with all his might knocking the wind out of her. Sarah laid there and as she went to breathe in she felt a horrible pain in her stomach as his large boot covered foot slammed into her stomach as she curled up into a ball and cried out in pain. She gasped and coughed trying to breathe in and couldn’t. Tears began to well up within her eyes as she closed them and groaned out loudly.


Sarah felt the steel around her wrists as he cuffed her with a set of shackles, she never even put up a fight after the kick to her stomach making her now want to throw up nothing but stomach acids. She felt him drag her across the floor, she knew she was dead weight as she laid limp feeling every bit of dirt on the floor upon her soft flesh, knowing she would have wooden burns upon her body as a good possibility of splinters as well.

Desmond yanked her to her feet and all she could do was get a soft whisper out, “bastard…” she said in more a mumbling garbled sound than something he would understand. She stood there with weak knees and an aching stomach, she coughed and a small amount of blood dripped from her lip and down upon her left breast.

Her head hung forth as she felt herself about to fall over but instead he hooked her up literally and yanked her to her tip toes with her arms above her head and her head rolling around her shoulders as he stretched her toned young body out before him.

"Well, that was an adventure." He said out load as her head hung and she didn’t see him take off his shirt until she lifted it and leaned it against her inner right arm looking at him with half opened eyes. "This can go two ways luv, you can tell me what I want to know and spare yourself a world of hurt, or you can resist. Makes no never mind to me either way, which will it be then?" he followed with as she dropped her head back and closed her eyes.

“Kill me…” she said as her head lifted and she looked at him as her whole body ached. Sarah knew she was a small woman and it wouldn’t take much to put her out of her misery.

Desmond chuckled, taking a handkerchief and wiping the trail of blood from her split lip. He could see the sheen of sweat starting to form, the room was warm, despite the rain still falling outside.

"No deary, I don't think I'll kill you. I'm betting you have information I need, a woman doesn't just wander around in the dead of night in the pouring rain."

He tilted her head to look at him.

"You know something, or someone, and I mean to have it out of you. Kill you? Not bloody likely."

At the door now he talked with a passing soldier, who nodded, and a few minutes later returned with breakfast, and a leather valise. He took them with a nod, then re-secured the door.

"I can't work on an empty stomach dear, hope you don't mind."

The food wasn't great, but he sat in full view of her, munching the bread, broth, and eggs. He'd received enough to spare her some, and let the smell waft towards her.

"You must be hungry, tell you what, you give me something, I'll give you some food. You tell me who you work for and I'll let you eat, fair enough?"

Sarah heard him chuckle as she tried lifting her head and looking to him. She couldn’t hold it upright and rested it against the inside of her arm as she swallowed hard and looked to Desmond with half opened eyes. "No deary, I don't think I'll kill you. I'm betting you have information I need, a woman doesn't just wander around in the dead of night in the pouring rain.” He said to her looking her over. She closed her eyes and felt the strain upon her slender wrists as she dangled there on the hook.

She felt him grip her chin and hold her head up; her eyes of once a bright blue were now lifeless as he looked to her making sure she was looking back. Sarah said nothing, she didn’t respond to him at all she just hung there by her wrists tasting the blood in her moth as she tried to get her to answer him.

"You know something, or someone, and I mean to have it out of you. Kill you? Not bloody likely." He said to her in a strict demanding voice.

Sarah wasn’t going to give in, she wasn’t going to turn herself over to him as a spy, she wasn’t that stupid, she wasn’t about to betray her country like her coward of a husband. Sarah coughed and tasted the blood once more as she mustered up enough energy and spat at Desmond. She heard the heavy knock on the door and watched as he went to answer it with a small amount of caution.

He unlatched the door; she heard him speaking but couldn’t make out what he was saying as she hung there with her tip toes barely touching the ground and her wrists burnt from the pain of the stele shackles so tight against the flesh and bone.

"I can't work on an empty stomach dear, hope you don't mind." Desmond said to her as he walked back towards her with a plate of food. Sarah hadn’t eaten in a while, she had a small piece of bread hidden under her cloak that she ate before she had taken one of her short little cat naps. She could smell the food and it got a definite reaction from her shrinking hungry stomach as it growled loudly.

"You must be hungry, tell you what, you give me something, and I’ll give you some food. You tell me who you work for and I'll let you eat, fair enough?" he said as he ate before her trying to break her will.

Sarah just closed her eyes and placed her mind somewhere else as her stomach continued to growl, she figured if he didn’t feed her she would grow weaker and waste away and then that would be the end, she wasn;t going to betray her country she told herself again and again.

Her reactions were so interesting, she didn't fight, she shut down. That was a very good defense, at least until he found something that pushed through her walls. In the mean time, he could experiment.

He did notice her distress, and moved, lowering the rope a touch so she could rest on the balls of her feet.

"Call that one a freebie dear. Now, I know you're hungry. One little piece of information and you can eat. Just a who, hell Sarah, on it's own that's damn near useless information."

Desmond returned to eating, sitting closer to her now, he could make out the faint rumblings of her stomach. Being weak was both a blessing and a curse, it would make her easier to manipulate, but also meant he'd have to be careful about letting her slip into unconsciousness.

"Come on, just a name, a rank if you're feeling generous. Then you can eat, that's a good trade, isn't it? You're not betraying anything with names dear, unless your contact is British."

He just watched her for the longest time as he ate his good slowly and tried to entice her as he made little sounds on how good it was. Those little ‘m-m-m-m-m’s’ didn’t get to Sarah, she closed her eyes and just imagined herself back when she was a little girl running through the fields of tall wild flowers. She felt the pain growing worse around her wrists as she tried to stop on the points of her toes like a ballerina would but she couldn’t hold that for long, a few seconds and it really didn’t help her much at all.

Sweat ran down her flesh, she could feel it in her eyes as the salt burnt. She closed them tightly and just left them that way until the burning feeling subsided enough where it was deal able. She moved her head to the left and tilted it enough to wipe the sweat from her forehead upon her inner arm and then did the same thing to the other side using her other arm.

Her head dropped forth as she heard him push back from the wobbly makeshift wooden table, the chair ends scraping the floor. She opened her eyes as he stood before her looking down at his boots seeing the dried mud upon them. He throat was dry and her stomach growled over and over, and to her and her state of mind it seemed like it echoed throughout the cabin.

She felt relief to her wrists as well as the rest of her body as he lowered her down to the flat soles of her bare feet. "Call that one a freebie dear. Now, I know you're hungry. One little piece of information and you can eat. Just who, hell Sarah, on it's own that's damn near useless information." He said to her in a deep voice, so stern it reminded her of her father when he was about to punish her for wandering past where she should have on their land when she was growing up. Sarah didn’t say a word, she didn’t thank him, she did nothing but stand there fully naked with her head lowered forth and her long mane hanging down around her face.

Sarah watched as he turned around, she watched him walk away seeing him go only seeing his feet as she heard the chair again and the sound of the creaking wooden floor as he placed his weight back on the chair again. The sound was a touch louder as he pulled the chair closer to where she was bound up by the shackles and hook. Her body was tired even though she slept through the night, it wasn’t a sound sleep but a restless one, she could smell the food even stronger as she tried again to think of something else, to place her in a place that he couldn’t penetrate her guarded walls of her body and mind.

"Come on, just a name, a rank if you're feeling generous. Then you can eat, that's a good trade, isn't it? You're not betraying anything with names dear, unless your contact is British." He said to her as she lifted her eyes just enough to see him slip the fork into a pile of food and begin to lift it to his mouth. She could hear him eating, he was teasing her more and more trying to tempt her with the food as her stomach ached to be filled but she said nothing she just stood there in silence.

Sarah was the Black lotus, she was a servant to her country and her small tattoo said so, if she were to die then and there she would be easily identified by the American side, nobody else but them would know what that symbol meant but her and them, her and the country she would die for.

She was strong, he had to give her that. He finished eating, double checked the rope so she was on the balls of her feet, then opened the valise.

Inside were several things, a riding crop, a short whip, a straight razor, a leather strop for sharpening it, and several other assorted items. He didn't pull everything out, wanting her to guess, to let the anticipation heighten.

"Well then Sarah, I guess we'll do it your way."

Desmond wanted this to be as cerebral as it was physical, he'd found that the best way to get a response. She had to feel connected in her mind. First, he had to make her feel helpless, vulnerable.

She'd shown no real shame in her nudity, he expected she'd been used several times, or had simply shut down on that level. On the plus side, there was a very simple way to find out.

He knelt between her legs with the razor.

"Now hold still luv, don't want to cut you down here now do I?"

He slowly pinched and tightened her skin, then glided the razor over her pubic hair.

Sarah heard all the sounds around her, her hearing was picking up where her eyes finished off, she was letting one sense take up for the other. She could hear him once again get up as the chair moved across the floor a bit; she heard the creaking of the worn wooden floor boards with each step he took. He walked over and checked the rope while she could smell the food upon his breath and then he turned away. She heard how he stepped further away from where he had her secured at by the steel and hook.

She heard him messing with something and decided it was best she seen what he was doing so she could prepare herself for anything that was to come her way. Sarah lifted her head just enough to see him opening something she couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing though as his body was standing in her way.

"Well then Sarah, I guess we'll do it your way." He said to her right as he turned around and looked at her. She watched as he walked over towards her and still didn’t understand what he was going to do until he knelt before her with a straight razor in his hand. "Now hold still luv, don't want to cut you down here now do I?" he said as she could feel his heated breath upon her heat.

Sarah could feel his thick fingers gather her skin between them as she dropped her head back and looked to the ceiling, she felt her heart race but common logic stopped it, stopping her from a point of panic.

Her theory was if she did slip and screw up she would either bleed to death or he would make it so no man would want her sexually and to her that was fine, everything died when her husband left that day and never came back leaving her behind to fend for herself.


Again Sarah said nothing...

Desmond smiled as he pushed her lips around, dry shaving the soft hair. It was mild, but later it would itch and burn. A small thing, but another straw to the camel's back never hurt.

"You've got quite the cunt here Sarah, seems well used, but nice."

Finally finished, he gave her now bare sex a few slaps to get her moving. He liked the way her breasts swayed, he was tempted to sate his lust. Later was what he decided on. For now, there was work.

"Any time you want Sarah, you can stop this. Remember that."

He set the razor by the fire, later he could use it again. For now, he crop would serve. The harsh leather bit into her back, the crack sounded like a gunshot, leaving a deep red welt.

He rapidly repeated the process up her back, down her thighs, a few of the deep welts seeping blood. Desmond stepped in front of her, placing the crop against her chin, lifting it.

"Your bosoms next luv, care to tell me something?"

Sarah was having mixed feeling as she felt his fingers pinching and tugging her folds, she felt the razor glide against her flesh as she felt him shaving away the soft bush of hair. She knew what the consequence would be after he was done, she knew she would feel the burning and the itching but she was good with a certain amount of pain.

She could remember when she was held down by two soldiers and the third took small hot coals and placed them between her toes, she could remember the smell of her burning flesh, she could remember the pain that went through her body as they held her still and quieted her by stuffing her mouth with a dirty rag.

"You've got quite the cunt here Sarah, seems well used, but nice." He said in this snide arrogant voice as he blew hot breath after hot breath over her snatch. Sarah could feel the moistness and warmth beginning to happen as he continued on. Her body was betraying her, she tried stopping it she tried putting herself in a place where her body would stop reacting to his touch but she was losing terribly.

Sarah continued to stare at the ceiling, she could feel the difference without the hair covering her cunt and he only reassured her with her thoughts when she felt the slaps against it causing her head to lift quickly as it rested between her arms. As she felt the last one her body was squirming there before him, her breasts swayed back and forth as she tried turning her body in either direction but failed miserably to prevent him from administering the last one as she winced.

"Any time you want Sarah, you can stop this. Remember that." He said to her as he stood up once again.

Her head rested against her arm as she watched him walk away from her again as she felt the sting left behind from the slaps to her cunt. He placed the razor on the ledge of the fireplace and she watched as he tuned around and never noticed the crop he had semi hidden from her view. He walked around her and stood there leaving her guessing what was next.

Sarah left out a loud scream as her head flung back feeling the leather aggressively kiss the back of her flesh. With each slap of the crop she cried out again and again. The sound was loud as flesh met flesh, she moved like a snake that was being charmed by its owner. Sarah dropped her head forth and bit her bottom lip once her throat became sore from her shrieks of pain she released.

"Your bosoms next luv, care to tell me something?" he said to her as he moved before her and used the warm worn leather end of the crop against her chin and lifted her head making her look to him. Sarah herd what he said, her body was on fire as the pain rippled through her. Everything started to get weird around her; she started to go in and out of consciousness. Her body was covered in sweat, the salt burned when it seeped into the open bloody wounds from the leather against her tender flesh.

Her mouth opened and she said nothing, her head dropped forth and her eyes closed.