	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 2

		By Sauron

	Brett awoke to the sound of thunder.  She rolled over in bed and the action bad her gasp a little.  A soreness in her loins reminded her of how rough Jake had been last night.  He was like a man possessed.  Getting his final pleasures before he went off to fight the yankees.  Brett sat up in bed.  That wasn't thunder, she realized. That was the sound of cannon.  The battle had begun a few miles down the road.
	Brett looked out into the empty yard.  The slaves would be out into the field by now getting their work done.  Nothing she could do but wait until she knew the result of the battle.  The sounds of battle had quieted after about two hours.  Brett was working in the barn an hour after that when she heard a flurry of gunfire that sounded very close.  Brett came out of the barn just as four horsemen rode through the gate.  Brett's heart jumped when she saw their blue uniforms.  She ran towards the front door of the house as one of the yankees, the one with three stripes on his sleeve shouted "stop her!"
	Brett reached her door and swung it open.  She slammed it behind her but it stopped one inch from closing as one of the men pursuing her had stuck the butt of his rifle in the door jam.  She screamed as the door was kicked open and two yankee soldiers burst in. They grabbed her by the arms as two others came through the door.
	"What do you want to do with her sarge?" asked one of the men holding her arms.
	The sergeant stepped up to Brett.  "We're looking for some rebels that ran from a battle down the road.  Have you seen anyone?"
	Terror ran through Brett's mind.  All she could do was shake her head no.
	"I'll get her to talk sarge."  the man said again hurting her arm by tightening his grip.
	"Sharpe, Duncan, you keep her here, Bullman and I are going to look around the farm."  The sergeant and the other man stepped out the door.
	"You know what those two will do to her."  Bullman said
	"Yes, corperal, I do.  They're idiots and so I would rather have them occupied with some southern whore than doing something that might get you and I killed."  The sergeant stepped off the porch, "Let's go check the barn, and be careful about it."
	"Please," Brett pleaded, "I don't know about any rebels.  I wont run away.  Just let me go and I'll be happy to feed you, maybe fetch you some water."
	"Shut up bitch!"  Duncan slapped her, "We'll take what we want, don't worry about that."
	Sharpe looked around the room.  He nodded towards the cutting table, "Sarge said to keep her here, he didn't say anything about not having a little fun as well."  Duncan smiled and nodded his head in agreement.  Brett gasped as they practically threw her forward.  They bent her forward at the waist, her upper body on top of the cutting board table.
	"We'll need something to tie her down with."  Duncan looked around.
	"No problem."  Brett gasped as Sharpe drew a knife from his belt.  She gasped again as she felt him cutting away bits of her skirt. She tried to raise up from the table but Duncan held her down.  They used the cut strips of her skirt to tie each of her wrists to two of the legs of the table.  Brett felt the cold steele of Sharpe's blade at the back of her neck where the collar of her dress was.
	She screamed out as he brought the knife down in a quick motion, the sound of tearing cloth mixing with her cry.  The two soldiers looked at the soft white skin of her back, the small round buttox covered by the white cotton underpants.  Brett began sobbing as she felt the blade begin to cut away her last bit of cover.
	"Now that's nice."  Sharpe smiled as he gave Brett's exposed ass a pinch causing her to add a quick squeel to her sobs.
	"Best we've had in a while."  Duncan said as he began to unbuckle his belt.  Brett could hear Sharpe behind her doing the same thing.  She knew now what they were going to do to her, and they only laughed as she pleaded for them to stop.  Duncan grabbed a fist full of Brett's red hair, "Now bitch, use that mouth of yours for something more than crying and begging."
	Brett saw Duncan's cock, exposed and erect, coming at her face. She kept her mouth closed tightly as he pushed it into her face, moved around her lips.  Brett could smell the sweat around his organ, feel the hardness on her lips.  "Little whore wont open up for me."  Duncan pulled Brett's hair harder, pulling her head further back.  "Open up damn you or I swear..."
	"I'll get her to open up."  Sharpe said as Brett heard him spit into his hand.  Intense pain caused Brett to scream as she felt Sharpe's cock force its way into her anus.  Brett's scream was muffled quickly as Duncan pushed his own organ all the way into her mouth.  She gagged on the taste of sweat and dirt as the cock slid back and forth between her lips.  The pain subsided some, but not much, in her ass as Sharpe began to piston faster and harder into her.
	"This is a nice tight hole."  Sharpe said between grunts as he rammed.
	The two men worked on the helpless girl for quite some time.  The sergeants call gave them pause.  "Finish up you two, we have work to do!"  Brett gave a mental sigh of relief.  Her relief was short lived as both men went wild, pumping her mouth and rectum harder and faster in order to "finish up".  Sharpe finished first with a grunt.  He pushed himself deeply into her and she could feel the hot spurts of his cum shooting into her bowles.
	Duncan came next, choking Brett with a thick load of cum that went down her throat and filled her mouth.  The hot, cream seeped out of her lips and down her chin.  Soon she felt them pull out of her.  Duncan wiped his cock on her cheek and she felt Sharpe doing the same on her thighs.  She sputtered, begining to sob again, feeling their cum dripping rom her chin and seeping from her anus to run down the crack of her ass.
	"Should we untie her?"  Duncan asked, pulling his pants up.
	Sharpe sneered, "What for?  These southerners have slaves, let them untie the little slut."