The Ravage of the South

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The Ravage of the South -- Closed for UberGutterSlut and electric_requiem

This thread is based on events that could have possibly happend after Sherman burned Atlanta during the civil war. None of these events are real, and if they resemble any true events it is simply by accident.

The thread is open by invitation only.

Sherman had burned Atlanta to the ground, and all the area surrounding it.

Miss Melanie Carlton lived on a plantation near Atlanta but not directly in the city. Miss Melanie's sister Kathrine had married Mr. John Niles about a month before the war broke out and had brought her 17 year old sister to live with her. Their family had gone bankrupt in the war, and her parents insisted that Melanie be as well taken care of as Katherine.

John had been taken captive weeks before the burning of Atlanta, and Katherine as a result of a fever and a frenzy, had gone quite insane. Now after the fires had died down and the city began trying to take care of itself, Melanie was on her own.

The nearest neighbors were five miles away, and had their own problems to attend to, so the day that the Yankee soldier came walking up the carriage drive, there was no one to defend Melanie and Katherine, but Melanie.

Melanie watched the man approach in the rain, he was dripping wet. It was the warm type of rain...the muggy kind. He wasn't wearing his cap or his jacket, and he had his shirt rolled up and opened onto a muscular, tan chest.

He was quite fetching Melanie thought, Long dark hair, and peircing blue eyes...She watched him climb the porch...and waited frightend and alone.

 

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He walked up the porch slowly, doing his best to hide his injuries from prying eyes. It wasn't a good idea to show weakness in "enemy" territory. One step in front of the other, up the steps... hopefully the owners of the house would be able to take him in for a few days while he recuperated. He knocked on the door and waited. Realizing that his appearance may be frightening whoever was in the house, he laid his rifle against the wall and buttoned up and straightened his uniform. He knocked again and waited...

As he was standing there, the heat and his injuries were beginning to take their toll and he slumped against the doorframe. The last thing he remembered was laying on the porch watching a caterpillar crawl by his face, then blackness.

 

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Melanie watched as the soldier straightend himself up...she held her breath. She had heard horror stories of yankee soldiers that had left the army stealing and killing good southerners for nothing other than sheer pleasure. But as she watched him...hiding...he began to sway, and then fainted.

Melanie tiptoed to the door and opened it a crack, she looked down and saw him...clearly feverish and sick. He was quite handsome...and didn't look too terrifying. Melanie went out onto the back porch and called for the two slaves she had left. Two women, one had been the cook, the other a maid in the house...neither of them, like Melanie, had any feild work experience. They were making do. Melanie called them in and together the three of them lifted him and carried him into the bedroom on the first floor and laid him in the bed. The three began to tend to his wounds.

Melanie hid the rifle in the attic. She knew he could find it if he wished, and she
knew taking care of him was dangerous, but she was a good christian woman. She would not let him die. She just hoped he did'nt want anything but a place to rest.

 

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He could feel hands on him, or was it a dream. He dreamt of his fathers house in Massachusetts, hunting in the forests, joining the Union army to free men in the south... He remembered the battles he'd been in, Antietam, Charleston... and the rifle shot that took him down. He remembered feeling the bullet crease him along his rib as he fired at the soldier that fired at him. He remebered watching him fall and saying a prayer over him and asking for forgiveness for taking this man's life.

He awoke with a start, and looked around. It was a small house... very little furniture and empty. He sould hear birds chirping and distant thunderclaps. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his ribs caused him to fall back with a grimace. He laid there taking short breaths, waiting for the pain to subside. He looked under the cover and realized that his clothes had been taken from him. He rolled slowly to the floor and was able to stand up with a minimum of dizziness. He wrapped the blanket around his waist and staggered to the door. Opening the door, he could smell the fields and the coming of the rain around him. He heard voices around the side of the house and went to investigate. As he rounded the corner he saw 3 women struggling in the fields. Two black, one white. He walked to them and yelled to them. The all turned with a start and he could see the fear in their eyes. They had been picking rocks from the field and now were holding them, ready to throw should he make the wrong move. He took a step forward with his hands out where they could see them... he moved slowly, not wanting to startle them.

"Thank you for tending to my wounds ma'am... if you would point me to my clothes, I'll be on my way." He tried to smile, but the pain caused his smile to turn to a grimace. He took another step forward and kept eye contact with the white woman, who looked to be a few years younger than him. "Please ma'am, I won't hurt you... My name is John and I'm with the 128th Rifle, we were in a battle about 5 miles away... I'm the only survivor of my unit. I'm hiding from a group of Confederates who were following me. If you'll give me my things, I'll be on my way as they can't be far behind."

He took another step forward and fell to his knees with a burning sensation in his chest... He heard them run over and then three shadows fell upon him. He looked up and whispered, "Please... my clothes... they're coming..." and then passed out.

 

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After John had been carried back into the room Melanie sat by his bedside and washed his face and chest.

He was feverish, as well he should be...John was lucky not to have a serious infection in his wound. Melanie was nervous. Wondering when he would wake again. She didn't wish to keep him in the house...her brother in law had worked so hard to build the little plantation house. It wasn't the most beautiful of the plantations, and definitly not the largest, but he hand Melanie's sister were young. With work they could expand it, as well as creating a family. Melanie hated putting their dreams in jeapordy but she simply could not let this man out of the house in his condition.

She sat by his bedside, keeping him cool and swatting flies away, and hoped he wouldn't startle her too much when he awoke. She knew she would have to introduce herself and that thought made her nervous as a cat. She had been courted before... but the only man she ever really got to know was her brother in law, and she had never met a man that was brash enough to walk outside half dressed! What a sight he had been standing there...only a blanket seperating her from his...and his hard musceled chest...

Melanie shook her head and cleared her thoughts. She tried not to gaze at his chest while she sponged him off. She knew one thing...her brother in law was certainly NOT this handsome.

 

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He could feel cool hands on his chest... again, he thought he must be dreaming, but then he coughed and the pain woke him with a start. He opened his eyes and saw the young woman on the floor next to an overturned chair. He looked into her wide eyes and saw how scared she was. He tried to smile again and speak but he was hit with coughing spasm. When his eyes finally cleared he saw that she had moved across the room and was holding a log ready to hit him with it.

"Please, I won't hurt you." He watched as she slowly lowered the log and tentatively stepped closer. He reached out to her. She stepped closer and her fingertips touched his. His hands were shaking and his face was covered in sweat from the effort of holding his arm out. His wounds were worse than he thought. She broke away from him, set the chair back up and then sat down close to him with a rag and a bucket of water. She began to wipe the sweat from his face and neck. As he looked at her, he was reminded of the paintings of the angels he had seen on a trip to Rome he had gone on with his father. He could smell her perfume... something he handn't smelled in months in battle and it was a painful reminder of how bad he must smell. He hadn't had a bath since before the last battle which had been four days ago. He could see that he was making her nervous, so he looked at her and spoke softly, "Where am I... what is your name?"

 

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Melanie answered him softly...her heart still thumping in her chest.

"My name is Melanie, and your on the Carlton plantation just south of Atlanta", she spoke boldly. She was not afraid of this man at the moment, he was too weak to be of much harm. She would worry about being afraid later, right now she had to change the dressing on his chest.

"Hold still", she drawled softly "It will hurt less". She rolled the sheets and blankets down to his bellybutton, making sure they did NOT go farther down. She rolled up her sleeves and pinned the loose chestnut curls behind her ears and stood over him.

She propped up pillows behind him and gently began unwinding the bloody cloth from his body. She didn't know what to say exactly, so she didn't make any attempt to have a conversation. Her hands brushed his chest lightly as she unwound the bandages, and after they were removed she began to bathe him as well as take care of the wound...

She didn't want to do the next part...but she had to. She reached for a bottle of whiskey...

 

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He felt Melanie's hands unwinding the bloody bandages. He was doing his best not to flinch but the pain was excruciating. The bullet must still be inside me he thought. She reached for the bottle of whisky and started to pour it on the open wound along his ribcage. Before the first drop hit, he grabbed her wrist with a speed he didn't know he possessed. She screamed as he gripped her wrist tightly. He reached up with his other hand and took the whisky bottle. With a shaking hand he took a huge swallow of the whiskey to numb the pain. He felt the heat of the liquor searing down his throat as he swallowed. He gave the bottle back to Melanie. From the bedside table he took a small piece of wood in his mouth and nodded at her. She poured the whiskey on the wound and he screamed into the wood as he felt it burning. He knew that this was the only way to keep it from getting infecting. He was surprised that she knew this too.

He collapsed back on the pillow as she leaned over and took the wood from his mouth. When he did, he could smell her again and felt a stirring under the cover. It had been so long since he'd even been around a woman, and his body was responding in ways his mind couldn't. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else as he felt her gently washing his chest again. He watched as she went over to her chest and took out a dress. She began to tear it into strips. It was obviously expensive and important to her, yet she began ripping it apart without hesitation. When he saw this, the guilt that he felt over killing the confederate soldier began to intensify and he laid back and closed his eyes.

Melanie came over with the strips of cloth and began to bandage him again. She pulled the strips tight across his chest. When she was done, her hand lingered on his chest a little longer. Feeling his heartbeat under her fingertips. He reached over and covered her hand with his and looked at her. "Thank you, Melanie... I don't know how I can repay you. I hope that I haven't brought danger on your house by being here. I'll leave as soon as I'm able." She smiled and patted his chest and he saw something he couldn't explain in her eyes... not fear, so much as curiosity.

He watched her as she moved about the small room, cleaning here and there. The two black women soon joined her and he began to smell the scent of chicken frying. He sat up as his stomach began to rumble. He had been living on nuts and berries that he had found and the smell of the chicken made his mouth water. As they were cooking, the women began to sing. Melanie had a stronger voice than the other two and she sang loudly. It was in a language he'd never heard before, Italian maybe. She had obviously spent time in a large city or in another country... he began to be cusious about her. He also noticed that she was very beautiful and even the loose tattered clothes she wore couldn't hide her lovely figure. Again he felt himself stir as she bent forward and he saw her cleavage. Her breasts were large and barely contained by the dress she was wearing. He watched her hands as she was kneading dough and could see the strength in them. As he was looking, she looked up and their eyes met. She gave him a nervous smile and went back to her kneading. He leaned back and closed his eyes.

He awoke when he heard the thump of a large iron kettle on the floor. It startled him and he sat up quickly. He looked over and saw Melanie struggling, trying to get the kettle full of water through the door. He got up without a trace of modesty and walked over to her. She was facing away and startled when she felt his hand on her shoulder. She turned and looked down and blushed as she saw his nakedness. She turned away from him as he bent over to pick up the kettle. She glanced over as he straightened and saw the muscles in his back and shoulders ripple as he lifted the heavy iron kettle and carried it to the fireplace hook. She watched with worry now as he hung the kettle and was captivated watching his abs tighten as he maneuvered the heavy kettle and iron frame back over the fire.

He stepped back and wiped the sweat from his brow. Even this little bit of movement had worn him out and he staggered back over to the bed. He laid down and felt Melanie's hand cover him back up with the soft blanket. He closed his eyes as he waited for the pain in his chest to subside.

 

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After Melanie had fed John and put him to sleep, she dressed for bed... taking off her dress and corset and petticoats and slipping into her nightgown.

She unpinned her curls...she was not the type to braid her hair before bed, so she left them loose and hanging around her shoulders. She climbed into her bed, weary with the work of the day. As she laid there she looked at her hands...rough with callouses beggining to form. She missed the days sitting in the parlor...sewing with her sister and meeting callers.

Her thoughts turned to John's display of nakedness...and she blushed furiously beneath the covers, her cheeks...and another part of her anatomy growing warm.

She got up and padded downstairs...and slowly entered the room John was in. She heard his heavy breathing and began to check his brow, to see if the fever had subsided.

 

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He awoke to Melanie's hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him gently. He reached up and took her hand and held it. A storm had moved in earlier and rain was pounding against the windows. Lightning flashed and he could see through the thin material of her gown. He felt himself getting aroused and tried to look away but couldn't. They began to intertwine hands, as the only sound was the thunder outside. She shivered and looked down at him. Their eyes met and he pulled the blanket aside and felt her crawl in bed next to him. She crawled closer to him to feel his warmth. He wrapped an arm around her and felt her breathing on his neck. They didn't speak as they lay there and listened to the storm outside. He could feel himself getting aroused and hoped that she wouldn't notice. He could feel her breathing and smell her hair and it was getting harder and harder to resist touching her body. He felt her hand on his chest. He put his hand on top of hers and felt her draw closer to him. She tilted her head up and looked into his eyes. Lightning flashed as they stared at each other and he bent his neck and his lips lightly brushed hers. He could see in the flashes of lightning that her cheeks were flushed, whether from desire or embarassment, he didnt know.

He kissed her again, more deeply this time and felt her move tighter against him. It caused him to flinch as it put pressure on his wound, but he put it out of his mind. He pushed her hand down and let it rest on his stomach. He felt her begin to trace the outline of his abs and she lightly scraped him with her short nails. He could feel her breathing begin to quicken as their kissing increased in intensity. He pushed his tongue against her lips and felt her resist at first, but then they yielded and parted. He felt her tongue touch his and a soft moan escaped from her throat. He could tell she wasn't experienced, as her kissing and touching was a little clumsy but she was exhuberant.

He reached up and began to caress her breasts through her gown and felt her nipples harden. She moaned as he gave her a squeeze and felt her pull tighter against him. She pulled away suddenly and said, "Stop... this is wrong." He looked at her and pulled her tight against him and laid her head against his chest. "Shhhh." he said and lay back and lightly stroked her back as they went to sleep to the lullaby of the rain on the window.

 

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Melanie awoke a few hours later...still in John's arms. She was bewildered for a moment, but remembered what had happend.

She was quite shocked at her own boldness...were all yankee's like this?

Melanie quietly checked his bandage , and then sat up to go back to her own room.

 

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John woke the next morning thinking the night before had been a dream. He was still very sore, but he noticed that the pain in his ribs was no more than a dull ache now. He got out of bed and stretched. He saw in a mirror that was standing next to the bed that he was dirty and covered in bruises. The bandage around his chest had a large dried blood stain on it. Noticing that Melanie had folded his pants and shirt and left them on the chair next to his bed, he pulled on his pants and boots and staggered out the door to look for the water pump.

Around the side of the house he found the water pump and and a large bucket. He grabbed the handle, but it seemed to be stuck. He pulled until he felt dizzy and thought he might pass out. The pump handle finally gave way with a loud squeal and he felt the pump began to loosen as he pulled. While he pumped the water and filled the bucket, he thought about how beautiful Melanie was and wondered what she was doing here all alone. She was a long way from town and he marveled at the independence she seemed to have. After all, the farm was a little run down with broken pieces of fence and such... but nothing that he couldn't fix when his strength returned. He dipped his shirt in the bucket and used it to wipe the blood and some of the grime off his body. He took off his pants and washed his entire body. He spent a little more time washing his penis than he normally would and smiled as he began to become erect. "At least that part of me isn't injured." he mused to himself. He looked around realized that it was still early and that the women were not awake yet. He leaned agains the pump and began to stroke himself slowly as he thought about Melanie's large breasts in her cleavage baring dress. He slowing pulled his shaft through his hands and looked down as it began to swell. He watched as the large purple head began to get larger as his desire flushed through his body. He knew that Melanie was a good southern woman, but also realized that she was needing something after the way she joined him in bed and allowed him to touch her body.

He arched his back as his cock grew to its full length and stood straight out from him, the veins along the shaft were very visible and he wondered what it might be like to have Melanie's tongue trace them. He closed his eyes imagining her mouth on him as he pulled his shaft through his closed fist. He could fell the familiar ache in his balls and knew that it wouldn't be long before he dropped his seed. He leaned back against the pump handle and felt his orgasm build. His breathing quickened as he imagined Melanie on the ground in front of him, her tongue tracing the line between his balls. He same suddenly and shot his seed all over the gound in front of him. It came in thick creamy ropes and he smiled again as he realized that his injuries weren't too severe.

He composed himself and finished washing himself and put his pants and boots back on. He poured out the water and refilled the bucket to the rim and began to carry it back to the house. He would heat it for Melanie as he knew that women washed their face first thing (at least all the women he knew did) and wanted her to have warm water rather than the icy cold that he had experienced. He lifted the heavy bucket and began to walk slowly back to the house. He thought that he heard gunshots in the distance, but realized that it was probably another storm moving in as the skies were still gray and heavy. He made it back to the house just as the first heavy drops of rain began to spatter against the already soggy ground.

 

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Melanie got up later than usual the next morning. As she dressed she noticed water already in her room warming by the fireplace...one of the slaves must have picked it up.

As she began to pin her hair she thought about the previous night's events. She blushed furiously at the thoughts of her actions. She should never have let him touch her bosom.

She paced the floor of her room, thinking about the previous nights kiss. She would not let a man have this hold over her. Not a yankee!

Melanie was going to send him out this day...wounded or not. She would not risk her livelihood...her home...and the home of her family!

She would not risk her...heart...

She swept out of the room with indignant fury, and saw John outside doing what appeared to be simple chores...nothing too strenuous due to his chest.
Melanie glided over the grass to where he was standing to greet her, with a light smile on his face.

Melanie walked right up to him, and slapped him across the face!

How dare you!! How dare you take advantage of me like that! You ignorent, insolent Yankee bastard! I want you out of this house...I don't care if their looking for you!! I don't care!! You will not touch me again...

And with this Melanie raised her hand to slap him again, but John grabbed her...

LET GO OF ME YOU OGRE!

 

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As her hand came down his came out fast a cobra and grabbed her wrist. He squeezed and heard her yelp. He was both a bit shocked and a bit angry, this girl dared to strike him. He squeezed harder and heard her cry out. He began dragging her to barn to show her a lesson... a woman still had her place.

He kicked the barn door open and threw her into a large bale of hay. He noticed that her breast had fallen out of the top of her blouse and was slowly rising and falling with her breath. His own breath was burning his lungs but he wasn't about to hit by this girl and then let her get away with it. He reached for her and she cringed away from him. He reached again and she slapped his hand away. As he turned, she kicked out and hit him in the ribs and made him groan. That was the last straw, enraged, he reached for her and threw her down and straddled her. Holding her down with his knees, he just stared at her as his rage built. He noticed that her other breast had come loose during the struggle and that her nipples were hard as rocks. He breasts were large and ripe and he had been without a woman for so long... he leaned down to take her.

As he let his full weight fall on her, he could feel her struggling beneath him. He could feel her hand slapping against his back. He grabbed it and pushed it above her head. He grabbed her other hand and put it above her head as well and held them both. With his free hand, he ripped her dress away and watched as her breasts bounced beneath him. He leaned down and pulled on her nipple with his teeth. John wanted to show this woman that he was not the type of man to be hit with impunity. She screamed as he worked her nipple roughly with his lips and teeth. As he was sucking her swollen nipples, he could feel her body begin to undulate against his. She was grinding her crotch into his leg as he held her body down. As he continued to suck her nipple, he heard her groan. He kissed up her neck and met her lips with his. As he forced his tongue into her mouth, he felt her nip it with her teeth. At this he reached back as if to slap her and watched as her eyes widened, "Do that again and I promise you'll regret it", he said to her, his eyes blazing. She cringed and he could see in her eyes that she was beaten.

He let her hands go and ripped the rest of her dress off her. As she lay there in the hay, her tattered dress around her, he noticed that her skin was flushed. He leaned forward and ran his hand up her thigh and she closed them tight. He looked at her again, "Open your legs". Melanie shook her head and moaned. He grabbed her knees and began to slowly pull her legs apart. She closed her eyes and leaned back, resigned to what was about to happen. He pushed her legs apart and noticed that the hair between her legs was damp with desire. Her body was responding to him in a way her mind wasnt. He pushed her legs farther apart, opening her to him. John slid his hand up her smooth thigh and brush the hair with his fingertips. "Are you a virgin, Melanie?" She refused to face him and gave him a small nod. He nodded to himself and began to finger the lips between her legs.

As he was sliding a finger up and down her slit, she began to moan and squirm beneath her touch. With his free hand, he undid his pants and let his throbbing erection free. The head brushed her thigh and Melanie jumped, realizing what was about to happen. She tried to fight him but his lust was at a peak and she would not be able to stop him. He held her down with his strong hand on her stomach and took his thick cock in his hand. He began to rub the head between the lips getting it wet and felt her begin to respond. He watched as she began to pinch one of her nipples and moan.

John realized that he wanted this woman as he wanted no other woman before her. He had been with several women in Boston and New York, but none had inflamed his lust like her. He wanted her and would have her. He pushed the head of his cock against her and felt her virginal wall. He repositioned himself and pushed the head in, when he did, Melanie looked at him and her eyes bulged, then rolled back into her head. He worked a little more of the shaft in. He slid his fingers down to her wetness and gave his cock a quick stoke, wetting it for the job ahead. He set his knees and entered her in one forceful stroke. She screamed as he took her maidenhead and moaned in pain. He slid out and looked at the blood covering his shaft. She truly was a virgin and he had taken her virginity from her. He slid back in and listened as she continued to moan. His speed increased as he slid in and out of her. Her screams began to turn to moans as he pounded into her. He felt her hand slide down his back and her nails dig into the small of his back. She pulled him in deeper and wrapped her legs around him.

He was slipping in and out of her, long deep strokes and could feel the heat and wetness between her legs. He continued fucking her, letting her feel each stroke, pulling his cock out and slamming back into her roughly. She would not look at him and flinched as the drops of sweat rolled off his face and onto her neck. Finally, he felt the familiar ache in his balls begin to build and he pulled out just as he shot thick ropy strings of cum across her stomach and the patch of dark hair between her legs. He leaned back on his knees and took a deep breath and stood up. He walked over and picked a horse blanket up off a hale bale and threw it at her. She covered up quickly and began to sob. John looked at her for a moment, pulled up his pants and walked out the barn door to continue his work... his bandages ripped and fresh blood from his wound running down his waist and dripping on the dusty ground.

 

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Melanie lay still for a long time...sometimes crying...sometimes thinking. What had happend? How had she lost control?

She picked herself up and began to clean up as best she could, holding her clothes together with one hand. She was about to exit when she saw her slave girl attending John's wounds. She hid in the dark until both dissappeared into the house.

Melanie went around to the other enterance, her feet were bare so she wouldn't make noise. She went swiftly into her bedroom and shut the door. She stood with her back pressed against the door at looked at her tearstained face and the hay in her curls.

She did not have the urge to cry, since she had not necessarily been against what had just happend. She sighed.

"It's this damn war... messed with my head".

She cleaned herself up, and lay her dress aside to repair for later. She put on clean clothes and began doing the duty she dreaded. What John was not aware of was that there was a third member in the house. One that Melanie never let anyone near, and one that she dreaded taking care of with the little help she had at her disposal.

Melanie rolled up her sleeves and got some heated water. She grabbed linens and climbed the stairs to todays necessary chore of bathing her mad sister.