Sharpe's Exploits

Kate Savage

Kate was only wearing her old stockings when Richard hoisted the trunk inside the tent. Wheezing, perhaps a bit theatrical as he did."

"I travel lightly Richard, even so a woman cannot be expected to wear the same undergarments for days at an end as you do."

She wrinkled her nose at him as she attached another hairclip and examined herself critically in the mirror. "How do I look?" and continued before he had the chance to answer. "Could you be a dear and see if you can find me another bodice as well?" She sat down rolling the stockings down and discarding them on the floor. Seeing the smile on his face as he looked at her naked body she couldn't help but giggle.

"Judging by that smile perhaps I ought to attend this conference naked." lowering her voice to a whisper "do you think Lord Wellington would be displeased with that? And would you?"

Shocking herself by her remarks, yet there was something liberating about it, knowing that Richard would not take the huff because of her flippancy. "Or maybe I should wait until you and I get back here Richard." Running a finger between her breasts. "Perhaps you could, interogate me then."
 
Who cared if it was a sin? A deadly sin, at that? This went beyond religion, and now Alfonso understood why brothels were that necessary for the soldiery. If one's life could end the next day, a soldier would spend his whole day doing this and nothing more.

The smell of the soap on her body was enticing, and Alfonso felt swept up off his feet by Justine's body. Her essence floated in the air, and mixed with his. Already he could feel his heat cause him to start sweating. His hardness throbbed inside his breeches, her teasing really eroding his self-control. He wanted to feel her as soon as possible, but if she took her time, perhaps it had a reason... a good reason. And his own hands kept thanking her teasing with some of his own, squeezing harder, rougher, wanting to hurt her just a little bit. Pain could be arousing too, if administered adequately.

Alfonso gasped again when she took his hardness in her hand, and that made him bend his back a bit, something deep and powerful submitting him. It throbbed again, and he marvelled at the feeling of her fingers around his flesh. He had never known this could so good, and he almost didn't hear Justine's question over the throbbing in his own head, the blood flowing quickly, his heart working like a galloping horse.

"No... this is my first..."

His words were followed by his soft panting. His breath was becoming more and more rugged and irregular...
 
Justine de Villiers

"Mmm...virgin flesh for the witch."

She kissed him again, biting his lips as she did and wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him closer to her. "Then you ought to listen to the lady Alfonso." Her arms around his neck pushing his face closer to her breasts, gasping as she felt his hot breath on her skin and then the contact his lips made to her sensitive nipples. She felt her sex moisten, the tender folds slick with her juices as she pulled him closer still.

"Lay back Alfonso." Her words barely a whisper as she kissed his earlobe and running her tongue along the line of his jaw. Her nails digging into the skin on his back.

Feeling her own arousal grow stronger by each breath.
 
Major Richard Sharpe

Richard grinned wolfishly. "If you keep on like that, I'll have no choice but to interrogate you right now."

Kissing her soundly, he then skipped backwards out of her arms reach and opened the huge trunk. Digging around inside it, he decided that it wasn't disorganised, it was merely organised according to a system he would never be able to fathom.

Nonetheless, there were two bodices tucked in a corner of the vast piece of luggage and he fished out one of them.

Turning to toss it to Kate he sat on the edge of the table and proceeded to watch her dress with an eagle eye.
 
Alfonso would have laughed at that comment, if not for his reasoning being somewhat impaired. She wanted him to lay back? He was damn well going to lay back. Holding her by her ass, he moved away from the table, and slowly lowered himself to the ground. It was not easy at all, but it was possible, and he was able to do it.

Her nails on his back, meanwhile, made him groan. The pain indeed contributed to his arousal, together with the after-taste of her nipples. This was sheer physical pleasure. No literature, nothing like art. It was sex, it was skin on skin, and it was something that Alfonso was going to enjoy thoroughly if given half a chance...
 
Justine de Villiers

"Much better my dear."

Justine licked her lips as she straddled him, her hands on his chest as she lowered herself onto him. Reaching back she found his manhood and dragging it against her sex before slowly allowing him to enter her.

"Yeess" she hissed the word as she looked at him where he lay beneath her, his fingers digging into the soft mounds of her bottom as she began to move her hips, grinding her pelvis against him, feeling as he filled her up.

"Now Captain you are to hold your fire until the last possible moment is that understood." Justine smiled as she spoke, her tongue once more teasing his lips, and then drigging her teeth into them.

Her need as great as his, her body yearning for the release of their lusts spent.
 
Kate Savage

Lacing her body up and once again examining herself in the mirror and scowling at Richard.

"Panties and stockings please. And the blue dress, no not that one the other."

She pointed in his general direction as he rummaged through her trunk, thinking it almost a shade bizarre to see the hero of Talavera and Badajoz acting every bit the chambermaid.

"Perhaps you should tell Captain de Avellanos your intentions as well. Give him a chance to make himself presentable." Smiling at him "although he will never be as presentable as you Richard. No one could:"
 
Alfonso grunted loudly, gritting her teeth as Justine impaled herself on him. Now, the length and girth of his member started to make itself felt in quite a different way. Every single millimeter that rubbed againt Justine's warm, wet insides made him wish his cock was made of steel. But it wasn't, and he struggled to remain in control of his own body.

He nodded to her order, and his hands moved onto her hips. Onto those attractive, erotic hips that his fingers eroded with their pressure. Alfonso needed something to take his mind off what was happening to his manhood, and perhaps making Justine feel a bit more of it would help.
 
Major Richard Sharpe

"That's a good idea, Kate. But we better get you presentable before then. Don't want to spring the good Captain on you while you're gettin ready. Again."

He dug out the required underwear, and then found the RIGHT blue dress, passing each item across to her as she asked for it. He watched as she laced herself up and understood why most ladies of quality had a chambermaid - doing all this on your own would be nigh on impossible.

Slowly, every bit a tantalisingly as it had appeared before him, the naked woman vanished to become the society beauty again. Richard watched every act of the play and by the time she was settling the dress around her hips, he realised he was almost panting for her.
 
Justine de Villiers

Justine leaned forward, her breasts brusing against his face as she clenched her most intimate muscles around his phallus, moaning as she felt the friction both inside her and against her petal. His grip on her slender hips growing ever tighter for every thrust.

Kissing him as she placed his hands on her bottom, feeling his fingers dig into the soft mounds. Leaning forward further to kiss his ear. "What do you do with naughty girls Alfonso?"

Biting his earlobe as she clenched yet again, his satisfied moans bringing her ever closer to her own climax.
 
Kate Savage

Feeling her cheeks colour as she watched Richard's expression in the mirror, Kate had grown adept in reading his signals and this one was pure lust. The realisation made her heart race and she felt the familiar tingles running through her body.

Richard had been a good teacher and Kate the fast learner. Biting her lip as she turned around to look at him, her eyes boring into him.

"What kind of interrogaton did you have in mind Richard? The one where you have the prisoner tied up and subjected to both cruel and unusual punishment in order to gain the necessary intelligence?" She felt the blush grow hotter on her cheeks yet it felt amazingly satisfying. "I've heard that every one talks on the third day of torture. But I think I'd last four."

Beckoning for him to come closer, her slender hand held out for him
 
Oh, Alfonso knew what to do with naughty girls. And grinned wolfishly, showing his teeth. God, was that funny and... what did they call it... kinky?

But his grin disappeared. He choked down a yelp when she clenched around him. His hips suddenly rocketed upwards, sending his member deeper inside her, and Alfonso felt like whimpering with the shock. The French had a well deserved reputation, it seemed! But as his mind made its way back from wherever her clenching had sent it, he remembered...

And drawing back a hand, spanked her. The slight pain he felt on his palm was incredibly good, and he could only imagine what Justine felt. Suddenly, Alfonso realised his orgasm was approaching. He knew what it was, but not what it was like, and now it was coming... and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He just felt a strange kind of pressure in his nether regions, quite like the one he felt when he attended to his most base necessities... only this pressure incited him to move faster. Thank God she was on top, otherwise he would just thrust away like a mad pikeman, and her attentions were making it hard enough to control himself.
 
Major Richard Sharpe

"Oh, I'm not sure I could rely on just the one confession, Kate. I'd need to question you again and again to be sure of what you said. But it certainly seems to me that you have many secrets hidden beneath the blue gown that His Majesty's Army would be glad to know."

He hadn't meant to, but at her open armed gesture to come to her, he stood and walked over, taking her in his arms and kissing her.
 
Justine de Villiers

The swat to her bottom sent her blood rushing, making her gasp as she clenched harder, feeling how she was just about to reach the peak of her arousal.

"Harder!" She grunted through gritted teeth as she ground her hips against his, the tingles in her body magnifying and as his hand connected again. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she let herself sink down further, beads of sweat forming on her brow as she rocked back and as his palm hit her bottom for the third time she felt the orgasm ripple through her body. Her mind going blank for a fraction of a second as every muscle in her body tensed up.

Justine bit her lips as she cum, breaking the skin again dripping blood onto Alfonso's chest but thoroughly unaware of the pain as he drove inside her again.
 
Kate Savage

Returning his kiss, once more feeling the anticipation grow inside her as his strong arms wrapped themselves around her.

"But I shall not speak Richard. You may torture me as best as you see fit, yet I will not betray my secrets." She was whispering, a little shocked at her own actions "Yes Major Sharpe you may even seek to take my virtue yet I shall never talk."

Pulling him closer and kissing him again, feeling his hard muscular body pressed against her own and knowing she'd succumb if they didn't stop it this moment.

"Perhaps you ought to go see how Captain de Avellanos is faring, otherwise I fear that we will never get to see Lord Wellington and I undertand that he doesn't take kindly to tardiness."

Smiling as she disentangled herself. "We got all night for our interrogation Richard."
 
Alfonso didn't know what happened. But Justine clenched brutally around him. More than he could resist, no matter how much he tried. And he even felt something coat his member. Looking up, he saw Justine. Sweaty, trembling, tensed up, biting her lip... and she clenched again.

And off he went. His hips went up again like a cannonball, impaling her more deeply. His back arched, and that seemed to trigger his orgasm. He groaned, gritting his teeth savagely, as his semen spurted out once, twice, three times and more, his cock driving up and up, harder, like a drill... until he couldn't keep up anymore, and he fell down and out of it.

His senses and sensations returned slowly. Very slowly. First, he felt his nether regions warm, which he associated with Justine having orgasmed. Then, his fingers, clutching her ass so hard they felt cramped. And then, the sight of Justine sweaty, panting, on top of him. Having an orgasm apparently killed your brain momentarily, because that was what Alfonso felt and Justine looked like...

And all he could do, was pant, and smile up at her. Not sleazily, or proudly. Just... sort of... out of gratitude. Like a child would thank a friend for a gift.
 
Justine de Villiers

She kissed his forehead before gently disentangling herself from his embrace and standing up.

"I do belive that I need some more water Alfonso. And judging from your smell so does you." Smiling and nudging him with her naked foot "and something to eat wouldn't go amiss either."

Walking over to the chair and sitting down, for a moment staring at the ceiling then turning to him again.

"So are you going to tie me up and continue the interrogation now?"
 
Alfonso rubbed his eyes, waiting for the world to come back completely. If he had known sex felt this great, he would have got rid of his shyness years ago. Still, he did not regret how things had turned out. If not for the pain he felt on his back. So much movement after tackling Justine off her horse...

He stood up, and started dressing again. "Sure. Let me just dress again, and after I've tied you up again, I'll go get my uniform, and yours."

Just as he started buttoning his jacket, Alfonso suddenly realized casual sex was not very normal. He turned to stare at Justine, unsure of what her answer would be to his question.

"Justine... why did you do that?"
 
Justine de Villiers

"Why I did it?" Justine had started to wash herself again, the water no more than tepid by now but it still was better than not. "Because I love you? No of course I don't." She added hurridly seeing his reaction. "I suppose I did it out of the same reasons that made you do it. We're soldiers and we might not live to see tomorrow."

She dried herself off and sat down on the solitary chair again. "Now I believe you promised me my baggage. And it would further be a good idea to get up, or Major Sharpe might get the wrong idea here Alfonso."

Justine leaned back her fingers playing absent-mindedly with her hair. "I can't give you a better answer than that but I do recommend that you don't flaunt this around the camp."
 
Major Sharpe

Richard smiled. "I'll hold you to that, you dangerous provocateur, you. Now, get unmussed and I'll poke my head around the tent flap."

But the humour was gone from his eyes, because if thin tent canvas meant that his activities with Kate hadn't been a secret, that knife cut both ways. He'd heard the noise from next door and knew exactly what it portended. And what it didn't.

Raped women don't make a noise like that. Which was good, because it meant she hadn't been raped. That would be awkward now. But it was bad, because it meant that Captain de Avellanos's patriotic ardour had lasted about 2 hours.

She had broken him.

He grabbed the Sabertache and marched out of the tent flap, walking next door and moving to the door. One of the Spaniards guarding the door moved as if to stop him, but Sharpe's stare made his arm drop. Lifting the flap he marched in, to find de Avellanos buttoning his jacket and the Frenchwoman naked on her chair with an expression similar to that of a cat still enjoying the aftertaste of canary.

His eyes narrowed as he glared at Captain de Avellanos.

"I want to talk to you, Captain."

Turning to Justine.

"And you? For God's sake put some bloody clothes on."
 
Justine de Villiers

"I'd rather not put on the bloody clothes thank you very much Major Sharpe. Further Captain de Avellanos has promised me that he will let me access my baggage. Until then I think I remain as I was."

Justine gave Sharpe a condescending stare. "And what is the general plan now? I do think that I made it clear that I will not speak further to you Major."

She put stress on the major as she continued to examine Sharpe. "and given your change of uniform one might be led to believe that we are indeed to see Milord Wellington, which further stress the importance that I will be given the small curtesey of changing into reasonably clean a uniform. Or perhaps your ladyfriend has a spare dress she can lend me for the occasion."

Laughing as she saw Sharpe's reaction.
 
Sharpe narrowed his eyes at Justine.

"Oh, I'd like that. Put you in a dress and stand you next to a proper lady. Make you look like exactly what you are. But I suppose you'd better wear a decent uniform - which the Captain will now go and fetch for you.

Won't you Captain?"


He waved the letter from her sabertache.

"I'll put you before Lord Wellington, and you'd better hope you have something worth saying to him. Because this letter won't save you if you waste his time."
 
Justine de Villiers

"My dear Major Sharpe, you are such a narrow-minded man are you not?"

Justine laughed again as she continued to look at him. "Whatever I have to say to Milord Wellington is far beyond your limited faculties Major. Although I'm sure that you will be standing in close attendence rather like hmmm a terrier. Yes that's a suitable allegory don't you agree Major. A blind loyalty to your master and bone-headed like few."

Seemingly examining her nails before once more looking at Sharpe. "Le Chien du Wellington. Yes I think that's the one."

Smiling coldly at him as she sat back daring him to act.
 
Sharpe laughed. "Maybe. Maybe I am Wellington's dog - if so he'll set me to fetch your masters crown. And you bloody know that this time next month we'll be marching in French fields. And this time next year we'll be in Paris. At the latest - your people, I hear are as sick of you as the rest of Europe."

Then he leaned forward. "You were in a fight today, madam. Don't think that you turning up before Lord Wellington with a few bruises will make him lift an eyebrow."

Turning to the Spanish captain he growled "Are you still here? Her ladyship is NOT to have access to her baggage, you are to pick her uniform items out for her. No sword. No pistol. Search it thoroughly."
 
Justine de Villiers / Kate Savage

"Oh is that so Major Sharpe? Well I suppose he better get in line then. The Czar, The Emperor of Austria and the King of Prussia seem quite keen on taking them for themselves. Yes and I almost forgot Le Marechal Bernadotte as well. I suppose you English just love him don't you. Traitor to his country bought by British bullion."

She leaned back seemingly unpertubed by Sharpe's threats. "We just have to see what happens don't we. I'm sure the French are not as keen on being trampled by the British as you may think we are. I suppose this argument is above you but don't you find it odd though that you are going to such lenghts to 'liberate' Europe when you yourself are creating an empire abroad?"

Justine was about to lash into another tirade as the tentflap was pushed to the side and Kate entered. Looking with astonishment at the naked woman casually seated in the middle of the tent, a smirk on her face.

"Richard? What ever is happening here?"
 
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