Slave To Corsairs

Chapter 28 – Battle of the Wahdi Razuli

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Captain MacDonald exhaled forcefully as he felt a cock slip past his anal ring. "Easy, easy, let me get used to it," he said looking over his shoulder at the young soldier kneeling at his rear posed to penetrate him further. It was Timmons one of the Privates who was known to have a taste for buggery. He certainly is well equipped for it thought the Captain noting the length and girth of the private's member.

It was only by a force of will that the Captain refrained from shouting out that sodomy was new to him and his anus had never experienced the intrusion of another man's member. It was proving incredibly painful in contrast to before when Timmons had licked his anus and forced the tip of his tongue in the Captain's rectum. How can anyone desire sodomy when it is so painful wondered Captain MacDonald as Pvt. Timmons' cock created a fiery sensation along his anal passageway?

"Suck the jism from Ludivine's ass. It'll take your mind off your bottom," said Betty Humphrey who was underneath the Captain her vagina full of his hard cock. The sheer sordidness and perversity of Betty's suggestion would have appalled the Captain if it had been made the day before. But now under the circumstances he felt drawn to perform an act that he would have considered beyond repellant.

Ludivine's mouth was filled with the hard member of one of the hussars. She was using her mouth to make love to his sex just as she had done to the Captain last night. Previously, the Captain had considered oral sex both an unnatural act and a serious sin against God's laws but now he was uncertain. Ludivine's mouth had created such irresistible pleasure that he had quickly filled it with his seed. The Captain wondered if possibly his views toward the sex act were too limited. Still the fact that he was allowing another man to perform sodomy on him was an obvious violation of the Bible. Even worse not an hour ago he had in a moment of sheer sexual perversity grabbed Lt. Tibbetts flanks and thoroughly sodomised him.

The Captain groaned as he felt Timmons grip his hips using them to penetrate deeply in his rectum. The Captain's groans and grunts were just one of many as an orgy had broken out spontaneously after the battle was over. They were surrounded by groups of naked men and women engaged in every possible sexual position and combination.

The fact that Captain MacDonald had met Betty Humphrey's husband at Sandhurst and considered him an outstanding officer added to the angst that the Captain was feeling about his participation in the orgy that broke out after their hard fought victory over the Dervishes. How would I feel if Captain Humphrey had carnal knowledge of my dear Helena? Dear sainted Helena who must never know what occurred in the Sudan. Heaven help me if she found out what I had done here. She would be completely justified in never speaking to me or allowing me to see our children again.

Ludivine's vagina was directly over Betty's busy tongue. Betty's legs were wrapped around the Captain's and her hands were separating his buttocks for Private Timmons who had just reached a depth of four inches in the Captain's rectum. The fact that Betty's muscular cunt was milking his cock was partially distracting him from the fiery pain in his butt.

I have no morality left to lose decided the Captain as he leaned slightly forward to place his lips and tongue on the brown pucker of Ludivine's anus. Drops of pearly semen were slowly dripping from the aperture. The Captain acknowledged that some of the semen was his but Lt. Tibbetts had more recently made a contribution, as had several others.

Satan has conquered my soul decided the Captain as he began to slowly suck the sticky fluid from Ludivine. It's the price he demands for saving my men and me from the Dervishes. If not for Ludivine and her brigade of women soldiers, I would be dead or in the process of having my testicles removed with a dull blade. Captain MacDonald recalled being told that the Dervishes removed one testicle then wait a day to remove the other.

"It's the waiting that drives one mad," said one of officers who had served before in the Sudan. "They stick a stake up your shit hole and leave you overnight to consider the fact that you won't be a man when you die."

Thanks to Ludivine and her grenadiers he had avoided that fate. But now as he watched her brown pucker pulse slightly and more drops of semen exit the wrinkled aperture, he understood there was a price to pay. Nothing to do but what Betty suggests and seeks the Almighty's forgiveness once I leave this benighted land decided the Captain.

As the Captain sucked and swallowed the viscous fluid all the while starting to enjoy the sensations from the hard cock in his ass and the glove tight pussy milking his penis, his mind passed over the day's events.

The day had started before sunrise when Private Oliver Townly had appeared in his tent and awakened Ludivine.

"Colonel, the Dervish have two cannon, big ones, I'd guess fourteen pounders," said Pvt. Townly seemingly unbothered to find his older sister sleeping naked in the Captain's embrace.

A naked Ludivine leaped out of bed yelling, "Get dressed Captain MacDonald and meet me in my tent in ten minutes," before hurrying off with her brother in tow. The Captain had been sound asleep. He had thought he would not sleep at all the night before his first battle but after two hours of non-stop sexual intercourse with Ludivine he had fallen into a deep slumber only to be rudely awakened by the whispered words of Ludivine's brother.

Less than ten minutes later, he and his three lieutenants arrived to find all the female officers discussing the situation.

"Are you sure they have cannon? The Dervish have never had them before," said Major Humphrey.

"They don't appear to be Dervish. The artillerymen are dressed differently like Mamelukes," said Pvt. Townly.

"Mercenaries, the Khan has contracted with Sultan in Cairo for Mamelukes with cannon. He realizes that the British guns provide an overwhelming advantage," said Major Elena Townly.

"Are you sure there are only two?" asked Ludivine.

"Yes, only two but they are much larger than ours. They are drawn by a team of six horses and there is a sizeable group of mercenary cavalry assigned to protect the guns," said Private Townly.

"We must destroy them before they can be used. Otherwise they will blow us to bits before they get in our range," said Ludivine.

"How do we do that?" asked Captain MacDonald.

"Elena, how many Dervish robes do we have?" asked Ludivine.

"Twenty-five at least, maybe thirty," replied Elena.

"Betty, can you prepare explosive charges to spike their cannon?" asked Ludivine

"Certainly, Colonel," said Betty.

"We'll dress as Dervish cavalry to get close. Care to come along Captain MacDonald?" asked Ludivine.

"Yes, of course," said the Captain.

Two hours later the Captain found himself peering over a small knoll at the approaching Dervish army.

"They are Mamelukes," whispered the Captain to Ludivine. "They are a long way from home." The Captain was referring to the fact that the Mamelukes were a mercenary force organized by the Egyptian rulers from non-Arab slaves.

"Those are definitely fourteen pounders. They can stay out of our range and pound us into the ground," said Ludivine her Colonel's uniform covered by the robe of a Dervish sheik.

"The Mameluke horsemen ride very near to the guns. Do you think we can get close enough to destroy them," asked Lt. Tibbetts.

"We have no choice. We will ride slowly toward them until we are detected. At that point, we must reach the guns, set out charges and run. We may have to cut our way through the Mamelukes to escape," said Ludivine.

Moments later, Ludivine and twenty-five others rode leisurely over a dune on a course that would intersect the two gun carriages. They rode along unnoticed for a while.

"Good, the Mamelukes think we are Dervish horse," said Captain MacDonald.

"As we get closer to their cannon we get closer to the Mameluke cavalry," said Ludivine.

They managed to ride within fifty yards before the Mameluke commander became suspicious. He broke off from his men and trotted toward Ludivine and the others.

"He coming," whispered an alarmed Captain MacDonald.

"Stay calm, let him ride right up to us," said Ludivine.

"May Allah give us victory over the infidel," said Pvt. Townly when the Mameluke commander came within shouting range.

"Our cannon will surprise the British. Perhaps they will realize the hopelessness of their situation and surrender," said the commander as he drew near eying the Dervish with suspicion.

"Mohammed Khan will reward us well for British prisoners," said Pvt. Townly.

"Yes, he loves to entertain the rabble of Khartoum with executions of prisoners," said the commander as he rode up beside Ludivine and the others.

"Don't make a sound or I will shoot," said Ludivine when the Mameluke commander was beside her. His face registered the shock of seeing the pistol that Ludivine was pointing toward his chest. He was even more astonished when he realized that Ludivine was a woman.

"So it is true then. I thought the Dervish were mad," said the Commander.

"What is true?" asked Ludivine.

"That there is a force of women soldiers crossing the Sudan from Berbera and that they have utterly defeated several of the Dervish tribes," said the Commander.

"Just remain quiet and you might live to return to Egypt," said Ludivine.

They were now within a few yards of the two large caissons. Two teams of six white mules were pulling each of the enormous cannons. The Mameluke Commander sensing the Ludivine's intentions opened his mouth to shout a warning. Instantly a dark red spot appeared in the center of his forehead and he plunged backward off the rear of his horse.

"To the guns," screamed Ludivine spurring her horse to cover the few remaining yards.

The sound of the pistol and the unhorsing of their commander caused momentary confusion in the Mameluke cavalry. But the Mamelukes were professional soldiers and they quickly realized that Ludivine's horsemen were not Dervish cavalry. Captain MacDonald and Lt. Tibbetts shot down the Mamelukes on one of the caissons as Ludivine and Elena cleared the riders of the other. Both caissons came to a stop as Louise and Elena dismounted to spike the guns.

Elena was off her horse at a full run first ramming the charge Betty had prepared into the mouth of the cannon and then pounding it home with a large hammer. Louise quickly lit the fuse. When Ludivine looked to the other caisson she saw that Capt. MacDonald was lighting the fuse.

The Mamelukes had finally sorted the matter out and were rushing to the attack. Ludivine realized that the Mamelukes had to be delayed for a brief period to allow the fuse to burn down. She led her small party of horsemen directly toward the onrushing Mameluke cavalry.

The fight was ferocious but the superior numbers of the Mamelukes allowed them to quickly surround Ludivine's force. Her pistols empty, Ludivine with a saber in each hand was hacking her way through the Mamelukes when she heard two successive explosions. A glance back revealed the shattered iron mouths of the Mameluke cannon.

"Back to the Wahdi Razuli," yelled Ludivine spurring her horse. With Ludivine and Elena in the vanguard the small force managed to extricate themselves from Mameluke cavalry and temporarily escape. It was a race for life as the Mamelukes hotly pursued them back to the oasis. The Mamelukes were less than ten yards behind when they reached the cover of the giant date palms. As Ludivine's force reached the Wahdi they passed through a double file of concealed women grenadiers who unleashed a deadly volley of fire on the pursuing cavalry. The first several rows of Mamelukes tumbled to the sand. The second volley decimated the Mamelukes as an unseen enemy shot down the horsemen.

Their officers rallied them for another attack but this too resulted in losses that could not be sustained and the remaining Mamelukes fled.

"How many did we lose?" asked an out of breath Ludivine.

"Uncertain, several were unhorsed and Bianca's mount fell during the race to the Wahdi," said Louise.

Wahdi Razuli was in the shape of a rough 'L'. The British hussars were formed in two ranks across the foot of the L. The female grenadiers were hidden along the vertical part of the 'L'. Ludivine's plan based on her past experience with the Dervish was that they would immediately attack the hussars passing by the grenadiers on their flank. At the appropriate time, the grenadiers and cannon would open up on the Dervish catching them from two sides.

Captain MacDonald had barely time to catch his breath before Lorraine announced that the Dervishes were readying their attack. The Captain and the Lieutenant rushed to join their hussars.

"There's a fucking bloody lot of them," said Sgt. Major Tilton as they arrived. The two ranks of hussars seemed pathetically small when compared to the huge swarm of enemy that had appeared on the top of a hillock that looked down on to the Wahdi.

"Well, at least they don't have any cannon," said the Captain.

"So you destroyed their guns," said Lt. Wilkins.

"Yes, but it was a near thing," said Captain MacDonald scanning the Dervish force with his field glasses.

"Do you thing that the women will stand?" asked Lt. Wilkins.

"I'm betting our lives on it," said Captain MacDonald.

"They certainly blew the living shit out of the Mamelukes," said Lt. Tibbetts.

"Here they come," said the Sgt. Major.

Captain MacDonald for no reason in particular had reached down to look at the pocket watch that Helena had given him on the night before he left for the Sudan. He felt at twinge of guilt when he flipped open the cover and saw the inscription, "All my love, constant, faithful and forever, Helena." What a cad I've become thought Captain MacDonald as he noted that the time was 11:22AM.

The attacking Dervishes had no formation other than a mob. The first to come within range of Betty Humphrey's cannon were the warriors mounted on camels and horse. Betty had carefully worked out her aiming points and the first barrage tore large gaps in the thick line of mounted attackers. Riders and mounts went down in huge clumps. The air filled with the screams of wounded men and animals. Betty's two batteries of four cannon each worked in tandem. As one fired the other finished reloading.

Betty looked through her field glasses noting that the attackers were less than a hundred yards from the distance that she would switch her ordinance to grapeshot.

"They come on like madmen," said Louise crouched behind a small rise that concealed the grenadiers from the enemy.

"Brave but foolish," added Elena.

At the agreed upon moment, the grenadiers marched smartly forward in two ranks bursting out of the cover provided by the Wahdi Razuli. Their initial fusillade threw the attackers into confusion. At that point, the batteries switched to grapeshot and large swaths of slaughtered dervishes appeared.

Although the slaughter was appalling the Dervish continued their pell mell onward rush toward the hussars.

"We're not going to be able to stop them," shouted Ludivine motioning for Lorraine to move her reserve squad toward the center of the hussars' battle line. The grenadiers fired faster and more precisely than ever but the sheer number of the attackers allowed them to stream past the front of the grenadiers and reach the first rank of the hussars. Many of the British soldiers had never stood in battle before. At a certain point in the line, numerous hussars had been wounded or killed. The remaining few began to fall back. Sergeant Major Tilton grabbed a musket and ran to rally his men but the Dervishes were pressing too hard. Captain MacDonald and Lt. Tibbetts joined him and were quickly engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

"There's too fucking many of them," screamed Lt. Tibbetts.

"We can't hold them sir," yelled the Sergeant Major.

Just as the entire line was about to give way, the Master Sergeant heard Lorraine yell for the hussars to stand aside. When he looked back he saw the grenadiers standing in three ranks preparing to fire.

The Sergeant Major grabbed the Captain and Lieutenant forcing them to the ground moments before the grenadiers fired. The front line of the Dervish melted away under the musket fire of the grenadiers. As the grenadiers advanced the Dervish were forced back. Betty aimed her grapeshot directly down the Dervish line. The battery's enfilading fire destroyed in a single cannonade the entire front ranks of the attackers.

The remaining Dervish retreated. The sand in front of the hussars and grenadiers was covered with dead.

"They're not done," said Ludivine watching the Dervish retreat.

"Colonel, a large force of Dervish horse is about to enter the Wahdi from our rear," said Pvt. Ernest Stapleton arriving out of breath.

"I was afraid of that. Inform Capt. MacDonald to report to me immediately," said Ludivine.

Moments later, Ludivine had ordered the Captain to move his ranks of hussars directly behind her grenadiers forming a rear guard that would move through the Wahdi and engage the Dervish cavalry.

Meanwhile the Dervishes were preparing a frontal attack on the grenadiers.

"You would think after such a slaughter, they would not have an appetite to attack again," said Elena.

"They are fanatics and consider death in battle with the infidel a guarantee of heaven," said Ludivine.

"There are nowhere near as many," said Louise noting that their numbers were far fewer.

"They will attack until they are all dead," said Ludivine.

The attack was halted only a few feet from the first line of the grenadiers. Grapeshot reduced the number of attackers greatly as the shrapnel created corridors of dead Muslims in the onrushing mob.

When Ludivine called a halt, there was not a single Dervish standing in front of the grenadiers. Ludivine looked over to see that Betty and her artillery had collapsed completely from exhaustion. Betty was hanging on to a cannon wheel to remain standing but most of her artillerymen were on the ground gasping for breath.

Behind Ludivine, she could hear the hussars being engaged by the cavalry. She took the time to reform and turn her ranks toward the rear. They began to march in files toward the sound of battle. In less than two hundred yards, they found the hussars engaged with a large force of cavalry. Recognizing that the hussars had the advantage in hand-to-hand combat with the Dervish, Ludivine formed her grenadiers into musket squads that sought out clumps of Dervish horsemen and shot them down.

Ludivine and her small cavalry detachment had remounted and engaged the enemy on horseback. It was a long and vicious battle among the palms but slowly the Dervishes were driven back. As they fled the grenadiers took a heavy toll with their accurate musket fire.

"Let them go," said Ludivine as a few Dervish horsemen fled back whence they came.

"We won," said Captain MacDonald ridding up to Ludivine who was speaking with Pvt. Oliver Townly.

"We have one more battle to fight," said Ludivine.

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"Another one," ordered the new commander of the Mameluke cavalry. Tomorrow he and what as left of his command would begin the journey back to Egypt. The destruction of the cannon had left the mercenaries with no reason for staying. Their paid purpose was to protect the two cannons. Mohammed Khan purchased them at great cost from a German foundry and employed the Mamelukes to operate and protect them. For Mamelukes used to easy victory it had been a sobering day. In the first skirmish they had lost both their commander and the cannon. At the Wahdi Razuli they had been surprised and over half of the Mameluke cavalry lay dead on the field of battle. The Mamelukes had decided to abandon the Dervishes in their fight with the British.

Bianca screamed as the commander's subordinate sliced off another one of her toes. The fact that the Mameluke commander's cock was deep in her ass was a minor issue compared to what was happening to her fingers and toes. She screamed again when the Mameluke who had sliced off the toe touched an iron rod heated to glowing red to the bloody stump where her little toe had been.

The commander halted his thrusting to savor the moment as Bianca's body convulsed in pain squeezing his cock with her rectal muscles. This was not his first experience at rape during the amputation of a female's digits. To add to his pleasure he grabbed the side of Bianca's head pressing his fingernails into the open wounds created moments before when his subordinate Rashid had sliced Bianca's ear off.

"Kill me, I beg you,' whispered Bianca unable to endure the agony of her mutilation.

She along with three others had been captured in that morning's raid on the cannon. She had been savagely knocked from her horse by one of the Mamelukes. They had quickly made her a prisoner leaving her and the other three with a few guards as the main body rode in pursuit in of Ludivine and the others.

Ludivine's trap had worked and the Mameluke cavalry had ridden into the masked muskets of the grenadiers. Less than half of them had returned. Bianca had witnessed a furious argument between the new Mameluke commander and the leader of the Dervishes. Then the Mamelukes had ridden away from the direction of Wahdi Razuli.

Bianca and the others had been placed on horseback. They rode from the sound of the battle for several hours. The sound of cannon could be heard for the first hour of the ride. It was when they reached a small unnamed oasis that the torture and rape of Bianca and the others began.

They had been stripped naked then tied on the burning sand in Mameluke fashion. Each wrist was bound to a stake driven into the ground. Their ankles were bound to the same stake bending them double. It was sheer back breaking agony to be restrained in that position but it served the Mamelukes purpose in that vagina and asshole were available to any Mameluke kneeling before them.

The Mamelukes formed four queues in front of the women and proceeded to assault them unceasingly for hours. The grenadiers sustained the rapes stoically as the mercenaries switched their cocks between their vagina and rectums. The women groaned and cried out as their painful position and the repeated abrasion of their orifices slowly made each rape more agonizing than the last.

Once the gang rape was finished, the four were subjected to acts of torture and mutilation. Bianca and the others were held standing between two tall date palms. Her arms were stretched out high above her head as she was lifted off the ground. Large spikes were hammered into the center of each wrist crucifying her to the tree. Her feet were next. It was unbearable agony as the thick iron spike was hammered through the bones of her foot.

When they were done she and the others were nailed spread eagle between the palm trees. The pain in her arm and hip joints was intense as they bore all her weight. Bianca fainted repeatedly but they had revived her by dousing her and the others with a pail of cool water from the spring.

"I want to remember how beautiful you were before we made you ugly," said the Commander using Bianca's hair to life her head.

"Mercy, please," said Bianca.

"Start with an ear from each of them," ordered the commander standing back as his subordinate stepped forward to slice off the ear of the prisoners. Bianca felt a white hot pain as the blade sliced downward through the cartilage.

"No lover will ever press his lips to this and beg you to join him in bed," said the commander holding up the bloody carrion in front of Bianca before tossing it casually aside.

"Kill me now I beg you," pleaded Bianca.

"Burn off their nipples," ordered the commander.

Bianca quailed in horror as a Mameluke stepped forward and grabbed her nipple in a metal tong and stretched it as far as it would go. Another soldier touched a heated iron to her areola and slowly passed it through her flesh. The blackened tissue hissed and emitted a cloud of acrid smoke as the iron slowly burned away the pink part of Bianca's breast. The tongs pulled away the charred flesh as Bianca screamed. Around her she could hear the cries of the others. She could smell seared tissue and she prayed for a quick death as she looked down at the maimed end of her breast. Her other breast suffered the same fate.

"Please kill me now. I cannot bear more pain," cried Bianca as she lost her other nipple to the glowing rod.

"How hideous you are becoming," remarked the commander feeling his cock harden in response to the beautiful girl's disfigurement.

Had Bianca better known the customs of the Mamelukes she would understand that slow painful disfigurement was their traditional way to treat prisoners. Her Mameluke captors especially prized women prisoners because acts of mutilation could be interspersed with rape. Raping a female while her fingers and toes were being amputated was an act much prized by the Mamelukes.

Bianca watched in a daze as the commander loosened his trousers then walked behind her and forced his cock up her anus. She cried out in pain as her sore rectum was forced to accept the commander's penis.

As the commander thrust in her sore hole she watched as his subordinate positioned the blade at her little finger and sliced it off. She screamed as much in horror as pain. Rashid touched a heated iron to the stump of the finger adding to her agony.

"I will fill your ass with my seed when all your fingers and toes are gone," said the commander. "Then we will cut off your nose and lips and leave you here to die."

A glance to the left and right revealed that the other grenadiers were suffering the same fate. Bianca detected another movement in the nearby date palms. Her pain was too great to clearly discern that Ludivine and several others had just stepped out of the darkness. Ludivine's saber cut down the Mamelukes that had been cutting and burning her. Bianca heard a loud clunk as Ludivine landed the saber's hand guard on the chin of the Mameluke commander rendering him unconscious.

There was shouting and the Hussars charged past toward the sleeping Mamelukes many of who were bayoneted in their sleep. That was followed by a fusillade of musket fire as the fleeing Mamelukes ran into a massed detachment of grenadiers commanded by Lorraine.

"Here, drink this," said Sally Claridge to Bianca as soon as they had pried the spikes from her hands and feet and lowered her to the ground.

"What is it?" asked Bianca.

"Laudanum," answered Sally holding the cup to Bianca's lips.

Bianca remained barely awake as she heard the sound of spikes being driven into human flesh. Mamelukes screams filled the air. As she was being placed on a pallet she saw Ludivine kneeling before the Mameluke commander. His hands and feet were nailed to the same date palm trees as were Bianca's. There were several captured Mamelukes pleading for their life. Like Bianca they had been nailed between two palm trees.

"Wait I want to watch," said Bianca before they could move her further away. Ludivine had the commander's testicles in her hand. She deftly sliced one off and held it up so the screaming Mameluke could see the bloody orb. Then she sliced the other one off. The commander had fainted. Ludivine pushed his severed gonads into his mouth then cut his penis off creating a fountain of blood that flowed over the warm sand.

Ludivine moved quickly to each of the other captured Mamelukes castrating them. One of the Mameluke officers was allowed to live and return to Cairo to tell the story to the Caliph.