	This is an adult story.  If you're not an adult in the place you live, or are an adult that is offended by this grown up stuff, don't read it.  If you read it and are offended, it's your own fault then isn't it?  The following story depicts sex and even rape...enjoy if you're into it.

Civil War: Part 1
		By Suaron

	Brett heard the approach of the horse and came out of the barn. Jake brought his horse to a stop near her.  She smiled and was filled with fear when he did not smile back.  "It's true then?"  She asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
	Jake dismounted.  "It's true all right.  Yankee army is marching this direction.  We're getting all the men in the area together to form up a defense to help our retreating army get reformed up."
	Brett followed him into the house.  "When do you have to leave?"
	"Dawn tomorrow.  We're riding north to Shanksville, we'll make a stand there."
	"That's only a few miles away"  Brett said, "Are they that close?"
	Jake reached up and brought his rifle down from the wall.  "They are.  We should be able to stop 'em though."
	"I'll make your favorite dinner tonight."  Brett smiled, trying to keep the lump in her throat down, "Can't send you off to war with out good memories of home."
	Jake grabbed her arm, "Food is not the kind of memories I want to take with me to war."  Brett shuddered, hearing a tone in Jake's voice that always made her nervous.  "Dinner can wait, it's you that I want."  He pulled her to him and pressed her against his body.  She had married Jake two years ago when she was fifteen.  She was afraid then of sex, and he had given her reason to be.  Jake was very rough with her.  He had also made it clear to her that she could not say no to him, and that saying no would do no good anyway.  What Jake wanted, Jake got.
	He relesed his grip on her, "Why don't you get me some water.  I'd like to wash up from the road before we get to other things."  Brett gave a little smile and turned to leave.  His grip on her arm stopped her.  His hands reached up to the buttons of her blouse.  He undid the top button, then the next, then the third.  He knew she wasn't wearing her corset, she never did when she was working hard in the barn, it was too constraining.  Jake undid the fourth button.  Her blouse was undone more than half way down her torso.  Easily showing her soft cleavage.  He smiled, "NOW, go out and get me some water."
	Her face red, she turned and walked to the door, "And remember," he called as she reached for the door latch, "I'll be watching as usual."  She opened the door stepped into the yard.  The well pump was across the yard.  As was normal at this time, two of the farm's slaves, Amos and Colby were near the pump washing the tools that had been used for the day.  Walking towards them Brett knew they could see her cleavage jiggling in her open blouse, as she walked.
	The water bucket was next to the pump.  Knowing that Jake was watching she stopped at the pump bent over, straight legged to pick up the bucket.  Doing this she knew gave Amos and Colby an even better sight of her breasts.  She moved the bucket under the pump's spigget.  She began to pump water.  As Jake was watching, Brett followed the pump all the way down with her upper torso.  Each time the pump handle went down she bent over with it.  It took several pumps before water even started to come out of the pump.
	Amos and Colby were watching, she knew.  The thought made her blush again, knowing every time she bent over with the downward pump, they got a good look at her.  She tried to concentrate on the water pouring into the bucket.  When it was full she'd be able to go back into the house.  It was nearly full so she started to pump harder and faster.  To her horror her quick movement caused her right breast to fall out of her blouse totally.  She almost reached up to tuck it back in, but remembered Jake and knew she'd be sorry if she did.  It took four more pumps to fill the bucket and all four she did with her breast exposed to the two black workers.  The pink nipple getting hard from the combination of her sweat and the light breeze blowing.
	The bucket full, she bent down once again and picked it up.  Mercifully when she stood up her blouse covered her tit.  She walked to the door of the house and went in.  She found Jake in their bedroom.  "Had a little problem I saw," he said, smiling that smile that made her shiver again.  She nodded.  "No matter, the slaves can look, but not touch," he said matter-of-factly as he undressed.  Once he stood nude, he told her to wash him down with the water and a cloth.
	Brett was always amazed at the sight of his body.  Jake was in good shape for his thirty years.  Hard life of farm work and the military had given him muscles.  Brett too was always amazed at the size of his penis.  When he had come to the orphanage to take her away to marry her, she'd never seen one before.  On their wedding night she had been frightened at the sight of his 7" manhood.  She had tried to tell him she needed time before she thought she was ready.  He had taught her then what happened when she said no.
	As she washed him, Jake undid the rest of her blouse and tossed it aside.  Soon he'd slid her skirt, and then her bloomers to the ground so that she was as naked as he was.  He was hard and it was pointed up in the air as if looking at her.  "Get on the bed."  She followed his order, laying on her back.  He moved between her legs and with no hesitation, stopping only to rub some spit on himself, he entered her and began to pump her hard and fast.  She grunted as he took her so roughly.  His trusts causing her breasts to bounce up and down.
	"Those two niggahs saw your tit didn't they?" he asked with a teasing tone.  She knew how this game was played too.  It was one of his favorites.  She said, "Yes" between gasps for air.  "This little nipple right here all out for their eyes."  He twisted the nipple between his fingers.
	"You liked having the slaves look at you didn't you?"  He pumped her a little faster.
	She knew her lines, knew what she had to say.  "Yes, I liked showing them."
	"I knew it."  He smiled, "Because I know you're a little slut.  You can never have enough cock can you?!"
	She shook her head, "No Jake, I always want more."
	"I know you do, you little whore," he almost laughed, "I bet you'd love for me to call those two niggahs in here so you could fuck them both."
	Again Brett answered yes as she knew that was the answer she was supposed to give.  He always made horrible threats and talked about her doing awful things with other people.  Thankfully he'd never made her actually do any of the things he'd say, but talking about it seemed to work him into a frenzy.  She knew if she went along with it well, he'd finish soon.
	"You bitch," he was saying, "You'd do them both at the same time, wouldn't you?"
	"Yes Jake.  I'd let both of them have me, I need all I can get."
	"You'd love it if I brought them in!"  He kept his pace up, almost in a trance, "Beg me to let you fuck them!"
	"Please Jake, let me.  Let me fuck the slaves.  You can watch if you want, just let me have them both," she said with a convincing tone in her voice.
	This put him over the edge.  He rammed harder into her, grunting.  "You...little...cunt..."  he pulled out and his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum out.  The first two landed between her breasts, the third arced up and landed on her left cheek, and two more on her belly before his orgasm subsided.  "Ah," he said, "Yes, you're good at acting innocent, but we knew the truth don't we?"  She only nodded.  "Well don't you move now, stay right where you are.  This time I'll give you your wish."
	She was puzzled.  This not part of his usual game.  Her stomach twisted when she heard him at the front door, "Amos, Colby!  Come in here."  She wanted to reach up and cover herself, to hide, but knew that Jake would go insane if she disobeyed him.  She lay there, nude and exposed, cum on her body and face.  Jake appeared in the door and pointed, "Take the water bucket out and my dirty clothes as well."
	Both slaves stepped into the room and stopped suddenly, seeing Brett naked and cum covered on the bed.  "What's the matter?!  You niggahs never seen a naked white woman before?"
	They both averted their eyes from her. "No massa," they answered.
	"Then consider this one of your few lucky days,"  Jake said, "She's got a great little body, so you got an extra treat.  Now get the things I told you to and get back to work."  Brett felt the blush come over her.  Amos and Colby kept giving her quick sideways looks, and she could only lay there and let them take in her nudity, and shame.  They did as they were told and were gone.  She let out an almost audible sigh.  She had thought that this time he WAS going to make her actually have sex with them.
	Jake watched them go out the door and then looked at her.  "Now you can dress and get dinner ready.  After dinner we can make a few more memories for me before I leave for war."  He stepped out.  Brett sat up in the bed, giving out a little sob.  She knew it was going to be a long night.  She was ashamed for her evil thoughts but she actually found herself hoping that maybe Jake wouldn't come back from the war.
(end of part 1)
