Chapter 21 - Saber Training
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The next four months passed slowly for Ludivine and the others. They were
endlessly drilled to stand in ranks and perform synchronized volleys with their
muskets. Failure to load in the required time resulted in a blow from a
corporal's baton. Multiple failures lead to a walk through the gauntlet.
As the women gained the strength and skill to handle the heavy rifles, they
became highly proficient at loading and firing in increasingly short intervals.
Weeks of dry fire ended and the women practiced hours of live fire. It left them
with powder-blackened faces and ringing ears.
"How are they doing, Sergeant Major?" asked Captain Rhinerman after the
women's brigade had just delivered ten successive volleys.
"It's hard to believe, Captain," said Sergeant Major Ortiz staring at his
watch.
"How so?"
"They are faster than the grenadiers. Quite a bit faster in fact."
"And their accuracy?"
"Far better, some of them are deadly at one hundred yards," said the Sergeant
Major.
"Something we need to keep to ourselves, Sergeant Major. The Colonel would not
be happy if he learned that a brigade of whores was out performing his precious
grenadiers," said the Captain before riding off.
Betty and fifteen others were placed in charge of the four twelve pound muzzle
loading cannons and taught to aim and fire the weapons. Ludivine, Elena, Julia,
and twenty-two others who excelled at horsemanship were also drilled as cavalry.
Practice with the saber both mounted and dismounted went on until dark.
Throughout the training, the harsh punishment continued. Walking the gauntlet
proved a daily occurrence for anywhere from five to ten of the women. Each woman
faced the day knowing there was a possibility they would be stripped half naked
and whipped like a dog then find themselves on their hands and knees being
screwed like dogs.
The women slowly became inured to the beatings and the nights spent in the
men's barracks. Badly scarred backs and abrasions around their wrists and neck
signified that a woman had walked the gauntlet in the morning then spent several
hours in the stocks that night. The Sergeant Major kept track of who was
punished and managed to insure that every one of the women had walked the
gauntlet at least once during the first two months.
Sunday was the one-day off from training and sexual slavery. The soldiers were
allowed to rest. But Saturday night all the women were divided up and sent to
the male barracks to service the soldiers. With Prussian thoroughness the
women's brigade was first separated into three groups. The groups were rotated
among the two brigades of grenadiers and the cavalry brigade.
ON Saturdays, a keg of brandy was allocated to each barracks and better and
more plentiful food than usual provided at the evening meal. The result was a
drunken orgy that began at dark and lasted until midnight. The women were
expected to shed their uniforms as soon as they reached the men's barracks and
not dress until the Sergeant Major came to retrieve them. Because each brigade
of grenadiers contained three hundred soldiers and the cavalry brigade half that
many, sixty women found themselves serving the needs of five times that many
men. Since these were young viral men who in the course of six hours could be
expected to have sex multiple times, each of the women faced a never ending line
of males anxious to mount them for several minutes of rough sex them move to
another female for more of the same.
When Saturday came, Ludivine and the others would pick out a cot and lie there
as man after man took them until they had satisfied their lust. It was rough,
quick, impersonal sex. Ludivine kept a rag handy to wipe the semen out of her
pussy or asshole each time a grenadier rolled off her. Fights broke out over
who went next and over who go their turn with the more attractive and younger
women. Ludivine, Elena, Cynthia, Betty and Rebecca were the favorites along
Roxanne and the Claridge twins. Frequently, the non-commissioned officers had to
intervene to maintain order and prevent violence.
Ludivine noted that if the lines for the women were particularly long, the men
would often pair off and go to bunks toward the back of the barracks and
sodomize one another.
Some of the females less experienced in the ways of the world found it
difficult to reconcile the way they were raised and the realities of their
sexual slavery.
"I was raised to believe that I would marry a good Christian man and he alone
would enjoy my body. Here men I do not even know assault me treating me as they
would the very worst of womanhood. I am a whore, no worse than a whore because a
whore has some choice in who she gives herself to," said Meredith after
returning from a grueling session in the stocks.
"They are all sodomites," said Bianca who had been in the stocks beside
Meredith. "They prefer out assholes to our cunts. And they think it's great fun
to stick their cock in our ass and then our mouth so we taste our own shit."
"One of them pissed in my face when the Sergeant Major called for us to
return," said Melody who was washing her pussy with a wet rag. "It was the big
Pole with the half moon scar across his face. He thought it was such great fun.
He even forced my mouth open and made me swallow his urine. I though I was going
to vomit."
"We are whores that is for certain," said Elena. "But I was a whore back in
England. Some of us have developed an appetite or at the least a tolerance for
the pleasures of the flesh. I enjoy it when they form their line and stand there
stroking their hard cocks anxious to climb on my body and couple with me."
Meredith considered her and Melody's fate a just punishment for having
participated in the orgiastic rites of Nabu and Ludivine's wedding and
coronation.
"That first night with the Ibo when Melody and I were persuaded to join in the
wedding celebration, I was a willing whore. I knew I was going against both my
religion and my beliefs. My poor weak husband gave in to the pleasures of the
flesh. His own behavior which was in no way correct for a man of the cloth
encouraged me to join in the sexual practices of the Ibo. I must admit that
those days of feeding my carnal appetite opened up a new world for me. But here
I find the way they use us to be horribly degrading. After all these months,
they don't know my name even though they have mounted me dozens of times."
"Your husband the Reverend Ellsworth is an excellent fuck. He mounted me
several times and I found both his ardor and technique excellent," said Elena.
"He was also extremely well-endowed for a cleric. You were lucky to have a man
with not only a prodigious tool but also a lusty nature. He covered every white
woman there and many of the native girls in those three days."
"Our day will come and soon," said Ludivine who had been listening to the
conversation. "Each day we grow stronger and more capable as warriors. They are
mistaken in thinking that we women pose no danger to them. Meredith, Melody, I
think of you as my sisters and love you dearly. I ask you to change your
attitude and become like Elena and me. Find pleasure and strength in the
degradation and it will be less of a burden."
"You're right of course. If we are to survive and escape this horrible place
we must learn to live as you say. I admit that I find it easier than at first
and find myself looking forward to Saturday and having that line of males
anxiously awaiting their turn with me," said Meredith embracing Ludivine for a
kiss.
"I'll learn to like it too," said Melody joining in the embrace as she
guiltily recalled that dark night when she first had sex with her own brother.
She had been partially drunk on native beer. They were dancing naked around the
fire surrounded by the Ibo warriors. A few moments before she had returned to
the dance after being scooped up by a tall warrior and carried over his shoulder
to a hut where he had dropped her to the ground separated her legs and entered
her. She had locked her legs around his lean muscular flanks and pulled him into
her feeling the pleasure of his manhood passing from the entrance of her vagina
to a place deep inside. The hut was not empty. Around her others were coupling
and the moans of pleasure and desire filled the small space.
All too quickly, he finished and left. Melody intensely aware of the need
between her legs had rushed back to the fire and danced moving her body like the
Ibo women offering herself to any warrior who wanted her.
All of a sudden a white man had grabbed her and carried her away. Melody saw
that it was her brother, the Reverend Gordon Ellsworth.
"What are you doing, Gordon?" whispered Melody as they left the circle.
"Taking you to a hut," said Gordon. "I intend to have you."
"But I am your sister. It's incest, a horrible sin," said Melody.
"I don't care. I have to have you," said Gordon entering a hut and dropping
her to the floor.
The hut had been full of writhing bodies. Melody had protested no more as she
reached down to take Gordon's cock in her hand and guide it into her vagina. She
gasped in response to her narrow passage being forced by the large mushroom
shaped head. Once the shaft had sunken into her and she could feel his balls
touch her buttocks, Melody released a flood of pent up desires as she wrapped
her body around Gordon's and clung to him as he thrust into her.
"I've wanted this since I was a little girl," whispered Melody in her
brother's ear as they copulated.
The nearness of other couples in the crowded hut added to the eroticism of the
moment. Finally, Gordon had climaxed and so did Melody reveling in the sensation
of her brother's semen coating the walls of her vagina.
"Are you okay, Melody?" asked Elena looking at the distracted girl.
"Yes, just remembering something," said Melody.
"It must have been a good memory or your pussy wouldn't be glistening. Here,
let me finish washing it for you," said Elena taking the wet rag from Melody's
hand.
"Can I sleep with you tonight,' asked Melody seeing that her sister-in-law had
curled up with Ludivine and the two were kissing.
"Of course, " said Elena gently rubbing the rag across the girl's sex.
It wasn't unusual for the women to pair off for the night and share a cot. It
provided one of the very few tender moments in an otherwise brutal and demanding
existence. After lights out, the barracks filled with the sounds of women using
their mouths to pleasure one another.
"Every fucking one of them has the German disease," declared Sergeant Major
Ortiz listening to the sounds of their lovemaking.
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It was late in the afternoon almost dark and saber practice was drawing to a
close when Ludivine had her first face-to-face encounter with Captain Rhinerman.
Ludivine was receiving instruction from Corporal Wolfgang when Captain Rhinerman
stepped in front of her.
"I wish to check on the private's progress, Corporal," said the Captain
sending the corporal off to instruct another.
Ludivine was in her third month of saber instruction. The manual of arms
required that she be competent with either hand in case she was wounded on one
side. Ludivine's wrists and forearms had almost doubled in size since her
instruction began. During the first few days, her wrists had hurt so badly she
could barely feed herself.
She was proving to be an excellent student and could fight equally well on
foot or mounted. She had learned to control her mount with her knees leaving her
arms free to fight with a long curved single edged saber in one hand and a
shorter and lighter double-edged sword in the other. Corporal Wolfgang had shown
considerable favoritism to Ludivine's instruction based on two factors. The
first was her willing enthusiasm to follow him into one of the stable stalls and
use her mouth to bring him to orgasm. When the Corporal was in the mood for
something beside oral, he required Ludivine to lower her uniform trousers and
bend over holding the side of the stall. He would then choose to insert his
penis in her asshole or pussy depending on his fancy. Ludivine's skill in
inducing a powerful and thoroughly pleasurable orgasm exceeded that found
previously in the Corporal's experience. She was truly the best fuck he had ever
had. Secondly, Ludivine's skills with the saber far exceeded that of his other
female students and in the Corporal's estimation most of the cavalrymen.
"Private Ludivine Townly loves to fuck and she's quite handy with her saber
was how the Corporal phrased it when he was back in the barracks with the other
non-commissioned officers. "She can squeeze your cock with her asshole or her
vagina and those long arms of hers allow her to reach back and play with your
balls or tickle your ass while you screw her. Her mouth feels like hot butter
and her oral technique is superb. And to cap it all, she loves to be fucked. She
is through and through an English whore."
"Her sister's not too bad either," replied one of the other corporals who had
taken a fancy to Elena. "She's happiest when she's on top with my cock in her
pussy. Sometime I let one of the other corporals take her asshole while I'm in
her cunt. Most women would feel discomforted with having two pricks in them but
she prefers it that way. These English women are sluts that's for certain."
Ludivine and the others could count on being taken to the stable for sex at
least once during the three hours of instruction. Still it was unprecedented for
Captain Rhinerman to involve himself in the female's saber instruction. Ludivine
recognized that a departure from the ordinary was taking place.
Ludivine came to attention facing the Captain and performed the necessary
salute to her adversary with her saber.
"Attack," ordered the Captain.
The command sent Ludivine into a series of lunges. She advanced quickly and
delivering several rapid cuts that the Captain was at pains to parry. The
practice sabers were not sharpened but could deliver a painful blow.
"Excellent, now your turn for defense," said the Captain.
"Attack," shouted Ludivine.
Ludivine's youth and quickness allowed her to parry the Captain's saber but
just barely.
"You have a talent that is unusual in a woman," said Captain Rhinerman.
"Thank you, Sir," said Ludivine.
Twice more they went through the standard offensive and defensive actions
before the Captain called a halt.
"You have developed considerable skill," said the Captain sweating profusely.
"I understand from the men that you have other skills."
"Thank you, Sir. I assume you are taking about my proficiency as a whore. I
have been a ruined woman for the last two years. I've lost count of the men who
have had me," said Ludivine.
"Is it true you worked in a brothel for a period?" said Captain Rhinerman.
"Yes, I along with my sister Elena and fifteen others were captured by pirates
and imprisoned in Karem Bey's fortress. We were trained in lovemaking in a harem
then placed in a brothel in Toliara. We were there for many months before we
escaped," said Ludivine.
"And it was in the harem that your sex was mutilated?"
"Yes, the daughter of Karem Bey, Princess Aziza, employed a Chinese doctor to
permanently remove all our pubic hair then as you put it mutilate our sex.
"I've seen that before but only once; although I understand it's not uncommon
for prostitutes to be surgically modified in the Orient. What exactly was done?"
"Our inner and outer labia were trimmed off like a butcher would trim fat from
a cut of meat. And the flesh surrounding our clitoris was severed allowing the
organ to hang freely. Would the Captain care to see?"
"Perhaps later, and the effect of the mutilation?" asked the Captain.
"It increased the intensity of sexual intercourse. We find that we both desire
and enjoy copulation more than others of our sex," said Ludivine.
"You mentioned training in the art of lovemaking?"
"Princess Aziza brought a temple priestess from India who had great expertise
in the art of pleasuring a man or another woman. She trained us for months to
use every faculty of our body to bring pleasure and at the same time to take our
own pleasure from our actions," said Ludivine.
"You said after leaving the harem, you worked in a brothel," said Captain
Rhinerman.
"Yes, we became prostitutes."
"And your customers were seamen?"
"Yes Sir, Toliara is a port city. Ships rounding the Cape of Good Hope put in
there for provisions and repair."
"How many customers did you service each day?"
"It varied depending on the arrival of the ships but often it was twenty to
thirty. I danced too."
"Yes, I have heard that you dance for the men in the barracks. They say it is
very provocative."
"It encourages them to have sex with us. We have come to look forward to
Saturday nights. At least most of us have."
"Did you enjoy selling yourself that many times each day?"
"I didn't have a choice. But I have learned to enjoy varied sexual practices.
Taking some degree of pleasure from even the most depraved and wanton act is a
key to survival when you are a slave and a whore."
"Did you and your customers ever engage in acting, performing a role?"
"Yes, English sailors have odd tastes. I performed many types of role-play:
master and slave, priest and penitent, mother and son, brother and sister, there
were many others. We did whatever the customer wanted. However the brothel owner
charged extra."
"Were there times when the female dressed as a man dominated and punished a
male clad as a woman? Pretend the male had committed some offense and was
subjected to corporal punishment as a result."
"Yes, the brothel owner maintained a selection of women's dresses, wigs, and
undergarments. The male once dressed as a girl could be restrained in various
ways such as over the top of a wiping bench or a barrel. One sea captain had a
preference for being hung upside down with his arms secured behind his back. We
had a selection of floggers, crops, quirts, cat-of-nine and canes depending on
the customer's preferences. Sometimes, we whipped their cock and balls and did
other things to torture their sex. We attached weights to stretch their balls."
"And did you ever treat them as a woman sexually?"
"Yes, we have several sizes and styles of replicas of the male sex made from
India rubber. We belted them to our waist and sodomized the man," said Ludivine
noting that a sizeable lump had appeared in the Captain's trousers.
"Can you maintain a confidence?" said Captain Rhinerman.
"Yes sir."
"Failure to do will cost you your life."
"I understand. What secret does the Captain wish to share?"
"I have the need to participate in such acts. Would you assist me?"
"Of course, Major, you would need to explain in some detail what you desire
and I will do my best to accommodate you."
"I will see that you are brought to my quarters tonight. We will talk of this
matter further in private."
