The Colonel’s Wife · Part 2 (2/3)
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ollowers happened upon her during her precious ride her safety would depend solely on the Marines that were escorting her. That under no circumstance, even if she were taken captive and threatened with rape would he risk a single soldier under his command to rescue her. Then turning to the duty officer he'd screamed did you hear me, not one soldier. Then shouting at the cowering officer to find a couple of men stupid enough to escort her he'd dismissed them both.
His words had stung and hurt her, but upon seeing the Corporal at the head of not two but seven other Marines that were to escort her a not altogether unpleasant fluttering had filled her stomach. Instinct had told her that the Corporal had volunteered to led her escort. It also told her that he had chosen the other men. Men that he trusted explicitly not to say anything if, no, when he got her alone.
Like the talons of a bird of prey her fingers clawed at the loose material of her ankle length skirt as visions of that afternoon ride four days ago filled the recesses of her skull. Almost feverishly she tugged her skirt about her hips. Then simultaneously to an almost sobbing moan of need escaping from her full pouty lips her fingers pushed between her slightly parted bare thighs.
As her mind filled with the lurid images of her giving herself not only to the Corporal but the seven other bawdy Marines forty eight hours earlier she pushed yet a third finger into her hot wet pussy. The reliving of the Corporal leading her and his fellow soldiers into a stand of scrub tress hardly a mile from the fort filled her brain. She could still hear his voice, touched with excitement and arousal, as after himself dismounting he had helped her from her horse he'd asked in an altogether not to soft of a voice if she were ready to again pleasure him.
As she had stood before him filled with indecision and apprehension he had smirked you know you want to. Then abruptly pulling her into his arms he had pressed his lips to hers. The suddenness of his action as well as his assumptive remark had momentarily stunned her and she had struggled in his grasp. Yet heady with the prospect of what he was proposing a tremor of arousal had tickled her spine and she had shivered noticeably despite the days heat.
To say that she had not expected his proposal would have been a lie, for hadn't he said as much before leaving her the night before. What she had not expected though was that she would be doing the act in the presence of others of his ilk. She had thought, no assumed that he would led her away from his men. That he would want privacy from prying eyes just as he had the other times, but it seemed that such was not to be. Then her husbands belittling words that she was no better then a camp follower, as well as his lack of caring, again filled her brain and suddenly her indecision and struggles ceased.
Her mind, intoxicated with the thought of pleasuring the Corporal before the others almost failed her. Yet she retained enough presence of mind to ask herself whether he thought so little of her that he would ask such a thing. His arrogant assumptive inquiry, his unquestioning assurance that she would without hesitation do as he asked all led her to realize that he had told the men of her indiscretion.
Well then so be it. If he like her husband thought her to be a camp follower then a camp follower she would be. She'd show him, she'd show both of them. Not only would she pleasure the Corporal as he expected, but the others as well. She would pleasure them, all of them such as no girl back home had ever done. What's more, if in the processes of doing so that savage Ndebele and his followers came upon them well then she'd pleasure them as well. With such thoughts weaving through her fevered brain her once tense body had sagged in the Corporal's arms.
With soft moans of surrender and acceptance she had melted against the Corporal's hard muscular body as his tongue searched every recesses of her mouth and his fingers had squeezed her bosom ever harder. Her mind giddy with arousal and excitement heard but hardly fathomed all that the excited voices of the others proposed as the Corporal had loosened the fasteners of her bodice then slid it slowly from her shoulders.
With her excitement building as his hands had fumbled with the fasteners holding her skirt about her slim waist her own helping hands had made it even more difficult. But finally the last button had opened and her skirt had slid from her hips and down her shapely legs to pool at her feet. The soldiers in drawn breaths, their almost reverent words of approval as she had stood before them shivering with arousal had added to her desire to pleasure them in every way. As one after the other they had stepped forward to kiss and fondle her she had clung almost desperately to each one.
More then once she had almost swooned as a soldier had pushed his hand between her legs and his fingers had rubbed over her hot wet lips. As the last Marines lips had left hers and he had backed away she had walked unaided and on trembling legs to the rough horse blanket that had been laid out. Without hesitation she had dropped to her knees before the already naked Corporal as the others had eagerly begun shedding their uniforms.
For a second her thoughts wavered as through rapidly fluttering eyelids she saw a figure hovering over her, its features indistinct and fuzzy. In her dream like trance she felt hot breath upon her just as she had that afternoon. And just as she had that afternoon she felt fingers fluttering over her abdomen, along her ribcage and finally upon her breast. In her all to real fantasy a moan of pain, pleasure rumbled from her throat as multiple fingers not only squeezed and rolled her breast but pinched and stretched each of her nipples as well.
In her arousal her head whipped from side to side, her eyes seeing but not seeing the grinning faces of the four dark natives leaning over her. Continuous soft whimpers of pleasure vibrated in her throat as just as what had happened a few afternoons ago a multitude of rough hands toyed with nearly every inch of her petite milk white flesh. She felt fingers close on her thighs. Felt them tighten, and knowing full well what was expected of her she willingly, eagerly and without the least bit of hesitation parted her legs.
Her pelvis arched upward and her body quivered in rapturous pleasure as the hands that had removed hers from between her legs took their place. Then inexplicable even as the fingers, after rubbing over her aroused moistened lips, wormed their way into her and while the others continued to tweak and stretch her nipples, her eyes flew open and her senses returned.
A startled squeal burst from her throat as together with trying to pull away from the arousing exploring fingers she endeavored to straighten her garments. As she tried to set her clothes to right the absurd thought that flashed through her mind was not how dare they take such familiar liberties but how had these dark savages gotten into the fort without an alarm being raised.
Through startled more then frightened eyes she stared at the men taking in every detail of their near naked appearance. The sinewy muscularity of their dark chocolate colored bodies as they stood over her grinning sent a shiver through her. Whether her response was from fear or from the protrusions evident beneath their respective loin cloths she wasn't certain.
Raising slightly and bracing herself on her elbows while continuing to clutch her blouse together she starred wide eyed at the savages without uttering a sound. As if no longer in control of her faculties she made not the slightest effort to pull away as one of their number reached out and pulled her hands from her blouse. Neither did a scream of panic or fear burst from her throat as together with the savage roughly yanking her blouse from her shoulders thus trapping her arms to her side, he pushed her back onto the bed.
The guttural muttering of voices foreign to her ears was barely heard let alone understood for the pounding of her heart as two of their number closed on her and began running their dark hands over her. Just as her body had done with Corporal Riggings and the others hardly four days past, it shivered in arousal as the savages dark fingers squeezed her small firm breast before closing about her nipples, tweaking, rolling, stretching them.
Her breathing increased to near gasp making her pert breast rise and fall rapidly and another slight shudder raced through her torso. Why she didn't scream was a mystery to her. Was she indeed a camp follower, or perhaps even worse as her husband had vehemently asserted. She knew she had acted so with the Corporal and the others, but was she so loose, so wanton that she would willingly, unhesitantly let four strange black men lay between her legs?
From the deep recesses of her mind a measure of sanity returned for a micro second. But even then it was not total for it soared off onto a different tangent, a tangent that only the loosest of women would contemplate, let alone participate in. Like a kaleidoscopes ever changing pattern she envisioned first Corporal Riggings and his squad making love to her, then the four savages whose hands were even then driving her to heights of bliss.
Like a continuous loop her fevered mind played the two scenarios over and over. On the one hand the use of her pale lithe body by these four darkies, on the other by Corporal Riggings and his squad. Then as is the want of such fantasies the two lurid scenarios merged together then blew into exaggerated numbers of dark savages and Royal Marines continuously and repeatedly having their way with her.
That her mind could conjure such an erotic scenario was testament not only to her earlier shameless performance beneath the scrub trees with the eight Marines but also to the effect the natives were having on her. Her mind, awash with arousal screamed at the savages to take her, to use her like the shameless wanton slut that had been awakened within her by the Corporal. Yet the only utterances' from her trembling lips were incomprehensible whimpering gasp of arousal.
Their hands seemed to be everywhere, touching, pinching, probing. Her eyes, which had been like saucers, slowly, dreamingly closed blotting out their dark images but not their presence. Though the natives hands were still tweaking and pinching her taunt nipples and her every thought was on them, her legs again slowly drifted apart when one of their number lightly touched her inner thigh.
Like a violin string plucked violently Miriam literally vibrated as the fingers glided up and down her inner thighs then up between her legs and through her sparse blonde bush. As the fingers she couldn't see but most definitely feel teased at her sex aroused moistened lips, her legs, as if no longer controlled by her brain parted even wider allowing the fingers greater access to her most private part.
Her abdomen rippled and her breath came in gasp so ragged and rapid she nearly hyperventilated. Unbidden her pelvis moved in tight little bouncing circles enticing, willing the fingers to do more then tease her. Her hither to soft gasp of arousal finally found voice as with a stuttering soulful whimper she pleaded for them to use her.
Such was her arousal and state of mind that neither the sporadic gun fire nor the gurgling choked screams from dying throats registered on her addled brain. The dark savages toying with her though had no idea what her mind set was as the sound of the gunfire and the screams of the dying erupted within the fort. For a moment they paused neither moving or responsive to her pleas as with their hands no longer upon her her own fell between her legs and her loins rotated and humped in response. Then with a knowing glance passing between them confirming that here was a prize worth having, a prize worth more then all the guns or other spoil this fort might yield they once more leaned over her.
For a brief instant her eyes flew open as something cold touched her thigh then slowly moved up over her hip. Then as if by doing so she could hide the fact that instead of four dark savages that were about to have there way with her it was instead Corporal Riggings and the other seven Marines, her eyes once more drifted shut. As the unseen cold object she instinctively knew was a knife slipped beneath her skirt and grazed over her hip leaving behind a small trail of blood her body shivered with excitement and anticipation. The razor fine cut marring her otherwise perfect flesh, the droplets of blood staining the same were forgotten as the blade slid beneath the waist band of her skirt.
Her addled mind was besieged with a jumble of thoughts. Her husbands accusations of her being a loose woman. Of that same day less then a mile from where her husband sat hunched over his maps, giving herself freely to Corporal Riggings and his platoon. And finally as strange as it sounded despite her experiences and her awakened abilities over the last few days whether she would be able to satisfy the sexual appetites of the four dark savages hovering over her.
Even as these thoughts tumbled about in her head the sound of parting cloth reached her ears. In rapturous bliss she soared higher and higher as the remnants of her skirt were pulled from beneath her and the dark fingers once more began to explore her milk white flesh. Her body writhed beneath their touch as her mind rekindled the scenario of her being used repeatedly by countless savages.
The fourth one, where was the fourth one her mind gibbered almost nonsensically just before the last and final member of the group roughly pulled her legs apart and lowered his face to her hot wet lips. As the savages tongue lapped at then thrust into her moistened slit the small of her back arched from the edge of the mattress and her hips rotated and lunged upwards. Oh God, no one, no one had ever done such a thing to her before. Not her husband, not the Corporal, not the other Marines, no one. Oh God so good, so gooooood. Without inhibition her trembling legs of their own free will fell over the savages shoulders and she pushed her dancing loins tighter to his face.
Encouraged by her actions as well as by his grinning fellows, the savage's hands clutched her pert tight ass cheeks lifting them higher while nipping at her clit. Miriam's gasp of pleasure and arousal filled the cabin as harder and ever faster the tongue drove to the very center of her being. Yet it wasn't solely the tongue slurping, prodding at her cunt that aroused such a response. Indeed the mouths, and yes even the teeth teasing her milk white firm breast and nipples in no small measure added intensity to her reaction.
Then with a suddenness that left her all but screaming for release not only did the tongue between her legs cease its administrations but also the mouths and teeth that had been hurtfully, pleasurably mauling her pert breast. With a clarity that she hadn't thought her lust aroused brain was capable of she instinctively knew that the inevitable was about to happen. With her legs still splayed obscenely wide Miriam scooted back onto her bed slightly and waited both with a mixture of apprehension and expatiation.
Yet when none of them immediately fell atop her she looked up at them askance. Had her response to their caresses been to much? If such were the case maybe it was they that were in doubt as to the ability satisfy her, instead of she that couldn't satisfy them. As if to alleviate the doubts and fears she imagined they had she slowly stood, then on quivering legs moved to the closest of the group. With movements slow and careful so as not to alarm him she placed a hand on chest.
Raising to her tip toes she turned her face up to his then closing her eyes she parted her lips slightly. She wasn't even certain that these dark savages knew what a kiss was but she intended to find out. Slowly moving her hand up over his chest to his shoulder then to his neck she attempted to pull his face to hers. At first she felt resistance, but then his lips lightly brushed hers before a heart thumping moment later accompanied by a rumbling growl as if from a wild beast they mashed heavily against hers.
As the savages lips mashed against hers her body melted to his. Her soft moan of passion in response to the contact caused her lips to vibrate adding intensity to the kiss. Moving one of her hands down between their bodies she squeezed his erection through his loin cloth. Seconds later, her head swirling with arousal and giddiness, her hand slid beneath his loin cloth and her slim fingers encircled the twitching mass of male virility.
For a moment she stood there melted to him. Her pointed little tongue stabbing at his thick lips seeking entrance while her hand slowly stroked and squeezed his cock beneath his loin cloth. Suddenly and without warning she was roughly pulled from him and into the arms of another who demanded the same treatment. She mentally shrugged as her giddy mind gibbered inquiringly whether these were quite possibly some of the same natives that Winford had screamed would rape her, as after a hard kiss and the stabbing of tongues together she was passed to yet another of them.
As the forth savage swept her into his arms her arousal was such that instead of turning her face up to his as she had the others she instead slid down his tall frame to kneel before him. With a motion that bordered on desperation her left hand pushed his loin cloth to the slight paunch of his stomach while her other grasped his cock and squeezed it. But even as her right hand guided his cock to her lips and her other released his loin cloth letting it fall over her head the savage pushed her away and stumbled backwards as if in fear that she intended to eat his manhood.
So startled was she at the natives reaction that as she fell heavily backwards, her arms and legs all akimbo, she simply lay looking up at him. Had she done something wrong, had she broken some native taboo? Then her eyes shifted to the door of her cabin as through it several madly gyrating sweaty savages, accompanied by yet others that were repeatedly chanting a word she at first didn't understand, danced. Even as her addled brain tried to take in the spectacle before her several of them, stomping heavily while twisting and turning crazily moved ever closer to her.
She was both frightened and fascinated. Fascinated because of their fluid graceful movements as they danced about and frightened because as each passed before her he stabbed at, though not actually poking her with his short long bladed spear. Then as suddenly as it had all started the graceful fluid movement of the dancers ceased and the chanting voices fell silent. As one they faced the door and a great shout of Ndebele, the very word that they'd been softly chanting but that she hadn't understood rang from the assembled mass.
For a second her breath caught in her throat as repeated shouts of Ndebele accompanied by the stomping of feet and the banging of spears against cowhide shields reverberated around her. She had been right, these were the savages her husband had said would rape her. But if Ndebele were here, where was Winford and his Marines? Was he wandering around out there somewhere chasing after ghost while the savage he sought was here making a mockery of his efforts.
As these thoughts and others flashed through her mind a huge grotesque, almost midnight black native filled the doorway of her cabin. She had thought his followers were tall, but the grotesque individual before her stood heads and shoulders above them. What's more, were they were sinewy with features some might even say were handsome, he was the exact opposite. His barrel of a chest atop a massive stomach was crisscrossed with at least a dozen scars and his face, God his face was – was hideous.
It was as if the whole right side of his face, though the flesh was unmarked in any way, had melted. His right eye was tilted at a crazy downward angle and bulged from its socket while his mouth was twisted into a permanent heinous scowl. Stooping he strode through her door, then with but the slightest movement of his large head he acknowledged his followers who had fallen silent.
Turning slightly he looked down at her and Miriam, her lithe body visibly shaking with fear, apprehension, excitement and arousal all at the same time could do nothing but look back into his eyes. His gaze held her enthralled, so
